Dungeon of Niflheim
Chapter 811: Date? Preparation (2)

Chapter 811: Chapter 811: Date? Preparation (2)

Khione stood in front of her 5th mother, wearing nothing but her underwear as she roared to the high heavens, her face and eyes brimming with a fierce determination. Embarrassment and shame be damned she wanted to win, to blow away that smug look on Frost’s handsome face. To make him the one that blushed and turned into a pink hued mess.

"You’re not making any sense Khione dear, what do you want to win at and against who?" Skadi was confused by her youngest daughter’s outburst, having absolutely no clue what she was going on about.

’Win? At what? And why does it need my favourite jumper?’

Seeing her 5th mother’s confusion Khione took a deep breath and explained her little predicament. The fact that she was set to give a tour to Frost, the young man who was visiting their palace who just so happened to be drop dead gorgeous and for some reason her antithesis. She didn’t mention anything about him being her possible fiancé, or her strange feelings towards him and vehemently denied that this little excursion was even the closest thing to a date, even though it would just be the two of them, alone, together, seeing a bunch of wonderous sights....no no it wasn’t a date, she was just giving a tour, nothing more.

However Skadi who enthusiastically listened to Khione’s every word and watched every shift in her expression wasn’t fooled.

’Ah so that’s how it is.’ Although she wasn’t too involved with the decision in making Frost and Khione betrothed she did know about it. She had also heard about the young man who was visiting, a strikingly handsome male-fatale who was bold, talented and perfect spouse material but she failed to put two and two together until Khione blurted it all out.

To say she was shocked would be an understatement, the young woman who never cared even the slightest bit about romance was now running to her in desperation, demanding jaw dropping clothes just so she could impress a young man.

’How adorable.’ Skadi smiled from ear to ear as a warm, loving expression donned on her face. With a motherly instinct she gentle stroked Khione’s cheek in a loving manner, her earlier misgivings about lending out her jumper completely vanishing. What did a mere jumper matter when it came to her daughter’s love life and happiness.

"5th mother?" It had been quite some time since one of her mother’s touched her in such a manner, as though she was once again that precocious child full of adventurous spirit and wonder.

"You want to beat this man right, to overwhelm his senses and make him look at you like you’re the brightest star in the sky, like no one else matters in the world but you." Skadi remembered her early days with Shivali, that strong desire to have him look at her and only her, a world where it was just the two of them.

"Umm I wouldn’t exactly put it like that but yeah." The wording was a little different, but the premise was the same, Khione wanted Frost to be overwhelmed by her beauty, to feel inferior in her presence. Achieving such a task would even out the score and allow her to hold her head high. Frost had been getting too cocky lately and she’d been succumbing to his teasing far too easily, enough was enough. It was time to flip the scales.

"Hehehehehe." Seeing Khione’s eyes that radiated a fierce desire to win and her unconsciously balled up fists Skadi started to laugh. An unrestrained laugh that had her shoulders and more importantly her large breasts bouncing up and down. She naturally covered her mouth with her hand, obscuring her white teeth that were on full display. A laughter that was filled with a mature almost sexy charm.

Even when laughing Skadi was an alluring woman who had few equals. Thankfully Khione was immune to her almost overwhelming charm for three reasons, first she was used to seeing her on the regular, you see anything enough and it’ll stop being surprising. Second Skadi wasn’t the only one with an innate charm, most of her mothers and sisters hell even her brothers boasted unsurpassed beauty, plus there was her father who was as close to aesthetically perfect as you could possibly get thus she had developed quite a strong immunity to beauty. And finally she herself was drop dead gorgeous and was thus able to fight charm with charm. For these reasons as well as the fact that they were family Khione was able to remain an unaffected by her 5th mother’s laughter that could make normal people swoon.

The large, curvy woman who easily stood over 3 metres tall was a kingdom toppling beauty who stood firmly at the very peak of the fashion world, reigning as the undisputed queen of the realm’s top models. Designers would fight tooth and nail to have her wear their prized outfits and walk down the hallowed Modaine catwalk as their representative. Was there anyone better to ask for fashion advice or to borrow from – a position quite unique to Khione given that few amongst their family shared their exact size.

"Does laughing mean you agree." Khione was still innocent and rather naïve when it came to understanding subtleties.

"Heheheh yes, yes of course I agree. How can I say no to our little Khione when she gathered up so much courage. Come come we need to doll you up to the point that that boy’s eyes won’t know north from south hehehe." Now Skadi was the one filled with overwhelming determination; she was set on making Khione shine.

"Eh 5th mother I only want your jumper; I’m already cutting it close time wise." Said Khione while attempting to dig in her feet. Her gut was finally giving off warning signals as Skadi firmly guided her towards her makeup counter instead of looking for the aforementioned jumper.

"Nonsense Khione, style and beauty has no knowledge of time, we’ll be done when we’re done and that boy of yours won’t know what hit him. Trust me no matter how long he has to wait it’ll all be worth it in the end." Skadi fingers clamped down on Khione’s muscular shoulders, the young woman’s dense flesh proving useless against the grip of someone in the late stages of S-rank.

Clap calp.

Suddenly after forcing Khione to take a seat on a swivel chair placed before a well-lit mirror Skadi loudly clapped her hands twice.

"Queen Skadi you called for us." A moment later a contingent of maids adorned in pristine maid outfits appeared, bowing their heads towards Skadi.

"Emergency treatment, style focusing on the crop jumper Giselle designed for me and...sorry Khione what else have gotten so far clothes wise?"

"Ah um white ripped jeans, high rise black boots with 4 inch heels and a green jacket if need be." Unable to resist the flow of conversation Khione answered her mother honestly, telling her what she’d found so far.

"Not bad, Julie go and fetch them from her room and bring them here the rest of you prepare the tools. The standard an ex’s wedding."

The standard an ex’s wedding was the most extreme and highest of all, demanding that the receiver becomes so beautiful that she can even steal the spotlight from a bride on her wedding day. The called on maids all gasped in response before smiling from ear to ear as they all rushed to complete their tasks.

"5th mother?" Khione felt her skin crawl as the maids ran back with a plethora of make-up, hair products, books filled with hairstyles and even more skin care products stuff she rarely touched, focusing more on being a natural beauty.

"Hush Khione this is happening so just sit there and enjoy it. I promise that boy of yours won’t be able to look anywhere else."

’He’s not my boy though!’ Khione was unable to protest in the slightest, forced to endure her 5th mother’s torment for two hours, way beyond the originally planned 30 minutes.

Frost who only needed 20 maybe 25 minutes was thus left waiting in foyer for ages by himself, dolled up in a midnight blue suit, his hair brushed, smoothed and tied into a small side braid to mirror Khione’s style somewhat -something he asked a servant to help with.

He looked absolutely fantastic, his appearance drawing more than a few looky-loos from the servants, guards and passing officials.

For the first 20 minutes he kept a smile on his face, knowing full well that a 30 minutes timescale wasn’t very reliable when it came to beautiful women, Maya and Daki both being prime examples. He wasn’t bothered by having to wait a little longer.

After an hour though he started to get quite irritated as well as worried, his gaze often drifting over the nearby clocks and his head turning with even the slightest bit of noise coming down the hallways.

’Where the hell is she!’ He didn’t exactly enjoy wasting time. If she was going to be late then she could send someone, he’d simple return to his quarters and read a book or practise manipulating his chakra or mana control. Standing in the foyer however there was little he could do but patiently wait.

A maid did eventually come and apologise for the wait saying Khione would be out soon, but the word soon wasn’t very reassuring.

By the time 2 hours had passed he was moments away from storming through the halls, marching to Khione’s room and banging on her door. He’d had enough.

Alas right when he was at his absolute limit there was a commotion coming from the left hallway. His date had finally arrived.