Building A Business Empire From Scratch In Another World-Chapter 218: Invitation Arrives

The western wing of the Morningstar Family Estate basked in the soft, golden glow of the afternoon sun. Rays streamed through the tall, arched windows, spilling light into the spacious living room and highlighting the rich velvet curtains as they shimmered against glistening gold accents. The air was gentle with the comforting scents of tea and sandalwood, wrapping the space in a warm and tranquil vibe — a serene ambiance that often hints at the unfolding of something important. Felix lounged casually on the central couch, at ease but radiating a sense of authority, with a teacup balanced lightly between his fingers. The atmosphere was calm, punctuated only by the delicate clinking of porcelain and the low hum of conversation. To his right, Gwendolyn sat as poised as ever, her posture straight and her gaze steady. Opposite her, Nixie sprawled lazily on another couch, her hands moving expressively as she bemoaned her "tragic" loneliness.

"I already miss big sis Trinity," she sighed dramatically while filling her cup again. "It's only been two days since she and Brixton went back to the Adventurer District, but honestly, this place feels so much emptier!"

Jarvis adjusted his glasses, maintaining a neutral demeanor. "You mean quieter."

"Exactly!" Nixie exclaimed brightly, as if he had just validated her point. "Way too quiet! I need chaos; it's what I thrive on."

Felix gave a slight smirk. "Maybe you should consider helping Trinity out in the field, then."

"Ha!" Nixie leaned back, shaking her head. "I much prefer my chaos indoors — with tea, luxurious couches, my pile of gold coins, and absolutely no risk of being eaten by monsters."

This earned a small laugh from Gwendolyn. "At least you keep it real."

"Always," Nixie replied with a playful sense of pride. Before Felix could come back with a response, a polite knock echoed through the room, interrupting their lighthearted exchange.

"Enter," he said, setting his cup down calmly.

The door swung open to reveal Head Butler Wilbert — tall, graying, and carrying the air of someone who had seen power change hands through generations. Behind him stood a man in pristine white and silver livery, the royal crest shining on his chest. Wilbert bowed slightly. "Family Head, a royal servant has arrived seeking an audience."

Felix's gaze briefly flickered to the newcomer before returning to Wilbert. "Bring him forward."

"Yes, sir." Wilbert stepped aside, allowing the messenger to enter before slipping out and quietly closing the door. The royal servant glided smoothly across the polished marble floor, offering no sound as he approached. He presented a rolled parchment tied with blue silk and sealed with golden wax before Felix, bowing deeply.

"By decree of His Highness, the Third Prince," he announced with formality, "I bring an invitation addressed to Lord Felix Morningstar." He extended the document toward Felix, who took it without revealing any emotion. The seal shimmered faintly with magical energy — a mark of authenticity exclusive to the royal court. As Felix broke the seal, a gentle wave of mana pulsed through the air, confirming its legitimacy. He unfurled the parchment and read aloud: "To Lord Felix Morningstar, You are cordially invited to attend a Royal Ball hosted by His Highness, Prince Alaric Vareldan of the Kingdom of Avalonia. This event will celebrate the success of recent diplomatic agreements and the spirit of unity among the Kingdom's prominent families and leading industrial figures. Your presence is sincerely requested."

Felix's gaze lingered on the royal insignia at the bottom before rolling it back up. "A royal ball," he mused. The servant bowedd again. "The palace sends its warmest regards. The event will take place three nights from now, at dusk. A royal carriage will arrive to escort your party."

Felix nodded slightly. "You've fulfilled your duty."

"May the stars guide your House," the man said respectfully before stepping back and retreating, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The silence that followed felt almost palpable.

Nixie was the first to break the tension. "A royal ball! This is going to be so much fun!" Her eyes danced with excitement. "Do you think they'll serve cake? They absolutely have to serve cake." But Jarvis wasn't nearly as thrilled. "It's not a celebration; it's a chance to keep an eye on us." Gwendolyn shifted her position calmly, though worry crept into her voice. "This invitation might mean more than you think. After what happened with the Black Thorn, the palace probably wants to… evaluate you." Nixie blinked in disbelief. "Evaluate? Am I some sort of experiment?" "They wouldn't go that far," Gwendolyn said gently, choosing to overlook Nixie's outburst. "But remember, the Third Prince isn't known for his kindness. He's meticulous—much more so than his older brothers." Jarvis adjusted his glasses, speaking deliberately. "He might be sizing up our influence. There have been murmurs among the nobles about the Morningstars gaining power; too much success can make people anxious." Felix leaned back in his chair, his expression hard to read. "Fear can be a tool; it keeps people on guard." "But it can also make them dangerous," Gwendolyn shot back, tension creeping into her tone. "I don't like this—being in a public place with nobles and guards? It's a prime setup for manipulation." Nixie eagerly raised her hand like a student in class. "What if it's a trap?" Felix looked at her and replied with his usual calmness. "If it is, we'll go in prepared." Jarvis nodded slowly. "So you intend to accept this invitation?" "Yes," Felix said simply. Gwendolyn's brow furrowed slightly as she pressed on. "Are you sure? The palace could be testing our loyalty, trying to see how we react, or even provoking you to reveal something." Felix met her gaze without wavering. "If they are, I prefer to confront it directly." Nixie's grin widened. "I knew you'd say that! This is going to be incredible. I'm definitely going to sneak in." Felix raised an eyebrow. "Sneak in?" She clasped her hands together, pretending to be innocent. "Maybe I'll wear a fancy gown, act like your date, and create a bit of a scene…" Gwendolyn interrupted, "Or you could just stay here and avoid attracting attention." Nixie gasped dramatically. "How can you deny me my grand entrance?" Jarvis glanced up from his teacup, his tone as sardonic as ever. "Your 'grand entrances' generally involve explosions." "Exactly!" Nixie replied proudly. "They're memorable!" Felix couldn't hide a faint smile. "If you're that eager, we'll help you find something suitable to wear." "Yes! Victory!" she shouted, pumping her fist in the air. Gwendolyn sighed, shaking her head. "She's impossible."

The next hour slipped away in quiet discussion. Gwendolyn assessed the timing of the invitation, half a month after the fall of the Black Thorn, right as noble pressure began to ease.

Jarvis dissected the letter's wording, noting how the phrase "cordially invited" was essentially a thinly veiled command.

Meanwhile, Nixie doodled rough sketches of the Third Prince on a napkin, humorously dubbing him "Suspicious Man No. 1."

Finally, Felix rose from his chair and set his teacup down with purpose, capturing everyone's attention. "They're watching us," he stated firmly.

"That much is clear. But whether this is an act of diplomacy or deception doesn't really matter."

He turned to gaze out at the sprawling gardens as the sunlight began to fade.

"Power invites scrutiny; the only real mistake would be flinching under the spotlight."

Gwendolyn regarded him thoughtfully.

"In that case, we'll stand with you."

He nodded, still looking outside. "Good. Let's prepare for the evening ahead; we'll attend as guests, not prey."

Nixie smiled again. "And what happens if the lions show their teeth?"

Felix glanced back at her, his voice steady and his gaze sharp. "Then they'll remember," he said quietly, "that I come with my own claws."

The tension in the room eased a bit as Nixie beamed at his words. "Oh, that's fantastic! You should definitely say that at the ball."

"Please don't," Gwendolyn interjected immediately.

Jarvis straightened his gloves and took a deep breath to steady himself. "I'll handle the preparations with the guards. The royal family expects nothing less than perfect manners and complete control."

Felix nodded in agreement, responding, "Got it."

Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow throughout the room. For a moment, they were both enveloped in silence.

Outside, the estate sparkled in the evening light, serene and beautiful, hiding its true depth beneath the calm surface.

Nixie finished her tea and stretched. "You know," she mused, "I really think the Third Prince is underestimating you."

Felix managed a slight smile. "They all do."

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Later that night, sat in the living room, lost in his thoughts.

The soft hum of the mana lamps filled the air, accompanied by the gentle crackle of the fire nearby.

His gaze settled on the royal invitation resting on the table, its gold seal shimmering in the low light.

Was it a test?

A trap?

Or maybe a chance at something more?

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes halfway, his voice barely a murmur as he contemplated, "Let's find out what game the royal court is playing."

The flames reflected in his eyes, calm and resolute,ready for whatever lay ahead.