The Spider Queen

(Planet Gaia- Imperial Palace)

(Grand Hall)

Soft melodic music filled the air as the noble guests continued to mingle and exchange pleasantries with one another.

The tables with plates upon plates of delicious foods and delicacies were surprisingly void of guests.

It was considered impolite to feast wantonly in a noble banquet, so the food was more served as a decoration.

Each guest wore high class and luxurious items of clothing made from a variety of different materials found across the universe.

Some dresses were made of artificial flames that burned gently to create a beautiful firestorm.

While others wore bio-genetic material which meant that their clothes were partially alive and there was even one gentleman adorned in the tribal outfit of a well-known space raider group.

Everyone here might be human but there were vast cultural and physiological differences between those who lived in one galaxy over another.

Still, they could all converse using the standard trade language of the Earth Federation so there were no problems when communicating.

Very few nobles travelled in groups as factions were generally led by high noble houses so most duke noble families would not become followers.

Most of the groups formed in the hall were impromptu.

That wasn't to say that there were no factions but the highest number of high nobles in a single group was ten.

This honour belonged to the group associated with the Imperial Teacher and was combined with the human supremacy faction.

Even standing in a corner of the grand hall, these ten nobles were very conspicuous, and eyes would subtly glance at their location every once in awhile.

This faction was led by Targon Goldmore. He was a striking man around two hundred years old and had dabbled in politics since he was a young teenager.

While his cultivation level had stagnated in the qi tide stage, none would dare to underestimate his vicious forces hidden in the dark.

The members of this group were currently in the middle of an intense discussion as the evening wore on.

"When will the Peterlor faction arrive?" a beautiful noble girl with light green hair asked curiously.

"Do you think they will dare to bring that abomination before his royal highness?" another boy in the group jeered.

"The emperor would cut that bitch's head straight off!"

Targon said nothing as he casually sipped the wine held in his right hand and listened to the eager discussion.

Truthfully, it would not be a lie to say that he was slightly interested in seeing the famous young miss of House Peterlor.

It was simply ridiculous that a man with such a bright political future like Duke Peterlor would just throw it away for a hybrid offspring.

God knows what kind of freak birthed that inhuman piece of shit.

"How should we deal with her if she shows up?" another member of the group asked.

The other noble members of the group turned to Targon and noticed that he was standing with a quiet smile on his face.

Targon recalled the information that was found on the hybrid girl and explained his plan in a low tone,

"She should be flustered by all the eyes in the hall staring at her location. From the information gathered…. she should be nothing more than a naïve eighteen-year-old girl."

"We just need to publicly humiliate her until she no longer dares to show up in public."

(Sophie's POV)

"Oh my god you look absolutely stunning!" Katarina squealed excitedly and hurriedly took out her communicator to snap a few photos.

"Do I really look that good?" Sophie asked bemusedly as her loyal death guard kept frantically taking pictures.

"Young miss you are going to be the highlight of the banquet," Katarina smiled proudly as she took a step back to admire the beauty before her eyes.

Sophie's dress had been delivered later than expected but luckily the other high nobles going with her had planned on arriving a few hours into the banquet.

They would all meet at the Peterlor estate beforehand and then go to the banquet together.

Luna had responded positively to Sophie's invitation and Leona had managed to get one of her friends to join the group as well.

This meant that there were now six of them in total going to the banquet as a group.

Poor Sophie had to spend three hours with a professional make-up artist specially invited by the Duke who usually worked on celebrities.

Sophie was apparently a dream canvas to the make-up artist, so she was forced to sit down on a chair while undergoing an eternity with various brushes, toners, and lotions.

It was one of the most tiring afternoons in her life!

Fortunately, those hours did not go to waste and Sophie now resembled a goddess who had descended to the mortal realm.

Sharp narrow phoenix eyes that seemed to draw in the soul of anyone who peered into their golden depths.

A thin delicate nose rested gently above rosy full lips that looked extremely kissable.

Her long black hair gently swayed from side to side as she moved.

Sophie's figure could only be described in one word…. gorgeous.

Long slender legs, a curvaceous figure with two full twin peaks that overflowed with a demonic charm.

And yet her casual air of nobility and indifference would not look out of place on a queen.

This was all without mentioning the dress that she currently wore that was made by the world-renowned fashion designer Adam Denver.

The dress left the top of her shoulders bare, but this just put emphasis on the beautiful star-shaped amulet resting gently around Sophie's neck.

It was a narrow fit that hugged Sophie's figure tightly and put-on full display the magnificent body of the hybrid girl.

Four holes had been specially weaved on the back of the dress to allow Sophie's blade-like appendages to comfortably slip through.

The material of the dress was something that Sophie had never seen before.

Somehow Adam had created a piece that shifted colours subtly from dark grey to black while tiny specks of white that resembled stars would occasionally flash with a stunning glow.

Sophie had fallen in love with the dress at first glance and wearing the outfit made her feel very thrilled.

Knock! Knock!

"My little princess I'm coming in…." Duke Peterlor entered Sophie's bedroom and froze in shock.

The fierce warrior who had spent years on the blood-soaked battlefield found himself unable to speak.

Sophie was the splitting image of her beautiful mother.