The halls were cool, servants parted the moment they saw her making light bows of respect. Elyria however ignored the world that bent to her presence as she made her way to the main hall. "Miss Elyria, how may I be of service to you?" The head butler inquired with a light bow preceding his statement.
"Do you think that there's something wrong about Clomere?" The butler seemed puzzled. "Clomere, Jarren's personal maid? My lady I assure you that there isn't anything wrong that she has committed however I can have it that she's under tighter surveillance."
"No, I just wanted to know something." The butler continued. "In terms of strangeness I would say that it was rather odd for Master Jarren to have her personally clean your room. He also added that we shouldn't fire her regardless of her actions. But if too egregious then she should be sent back to his manor."
Elyria's body froze, her scalp tingled with suspicion and fear. "But why would he- Just have the previous servant resume her role regardless of what Jarren told you. And have Clomere sent back to his mansion." On her mind she was baffled as to why Jarren would hand out such bizzare orders.
'Maybe she has a hand in my paranoia?' She couldn't help but think as she marched to her room. No servants were allowed in her room however she was met with a door slightly ajar. The halls were empty on this side of the mansion as it was restricted, those allowed out of shift at the moment thus it was shocking to see it like that.
Taking a peek inside, she nearly collapsed to the floor. 'What! What did I just see?!' She couldn't believe what she had come across checking once more to make sure. But the image remained constant. On her bed was Clomere which was odd enough however it was her act that made her halt in her tracks.
"Ohh~~ Master Jarren... Please use this slave of yours~~" She was absorbed in her own world pleasuring herself, her fingers digging deep into her cove. She took light sniffs of the duvet, her face went blank. "Miss Elyria is so lucky to sleep with my master~~"
Rage, shock, disgust or disappointment. She couldn't tell what she felt at the moment but it wasn't positive to say the least. Rather than barge in to bring an end to her blissful endeavours, she chose to pause for a moment.
Clomere on the other hand went on ignorant of Elyria's presence. Clamping her legs and raising her waist, it was clear that she enjoyed every moment of it. One of her hand fondling her breast and the other in her pussy, her body would shiver from time to time due to the ecstasy coursing through her.
"Blood~~ I need his blood~ His body, his everything! I want every single inch of his body all to myself ~~~ To dominate me with his thick girthy cock~~" Her movements hastened as her face slowly lost it's composure. Now making an ahaego face as her hand crept up into her mouth and lowered her jaw the same way Jarren had.
Sticking her thumb deep inside her mouth, she made a light bite that seemed to add more pleasure to her. "Jarren ~~ Just let me serve you with this slave's body of mine~~ anhhh~~" Her body tensed as her cove let out her juices that sprayed all over the sheets.
Her breathes were heavy as she withdrew her thumb that was bleeding. Rather than bothered her face portrayed a smile as she sucked to her content before the bleeding came to a stop. Done pleasuring herself, she shot up from the bed and took care of the sheets.
Elyria was left speechless. 'Wha- Huh?! Jarren what have you done to this poor lady?' Now with Clomere done she had the confidence to walk in. She didn't state what she saw but her eyes hinted that she may have seen something she wasn't meant to.
"Miss Elyria, it's a pleasure to meet you however I didn't think you'd come this soon to your room." It felt as if she was talking to someone else entirely. Clomere wasn't jumpy or nervous but extremely calm and that unnerved Elyria even more.
"You'll no longer be cleaning my room or staying here any longer. However since it would seem that Jarren adores you I'll be forced to send you back to his mansion." Her tone felt cold and callous, her hazel eyes locked onto her emeralds. "I understand but let me take the sheets away for cleaning. I accidentally spilt some water on them while I was cleaning."
Her tone persisted that of aloofness. Elyria wanted to talk about her crazed episode she saw however wanting clear and concise answers she chose to wait for Jarren. "Don't bother, I'll have someone else take them. Also you should be more careful, you're bleeding."
Looking down, Clomere noticed the drop pf blood staining her pristine linen clothes. "Oh, thank you for your consideration Miss Elyria. I promise to be more careful." Taking another bow, she took her leave. Left all alone in the room, she contemplated on what she saw, her mind feigning that it was a hallucination but the evidence was right there.
With a flick of her wrists, she utilized her Malcore to rid of the sweat and fluids on the sheets. A basic utility cast did the job but she had them burnt. Also looking further into Clomere, she was baffled that she had a concentration with blood.
'Jarren, just what have you become?' She couldn't help but ponder looking at the setting sun.
***
"That's what I'm saying, it makes no sense." In the professor's lounge, Harven broke down what had been explained to him by Jarren. The day had already come to a close. Esdora, a professor in Pyro tried to mimick what had been relayed to her. "Maybe I can give it a try."
She started off, the glyph in her palm with a huge circle. From there tried to recreate smaller circles that pulsed with life, each forming their own orbits and following their own paths however not only did her glyph fail but also a mouthful of blood splurted followed.
Harven caught her figure. "Are you okay?" She smiled as blood trickled down her lips. "I'm fine but I just don't think that such a glyph is feasible. It's just that the moment you form it, it's equivalent to having all of your malcore and essence siphoned out of you. If I hadn't cancelled it sooner I'm sure I would have met my end."
The silence in the room was palpable. They had similar questions in their minds but didn't bother stating them. 'If a Dreadbound can barely get past the first step then how did a Vein Weaver have enough malcore reserves to keep it functional.'
"I propose a personal interrogation on Jarren Velros. It would seem that there's more to it than just this glyph." An instructor shot up. A claim that was backed up with several professors.
"Considering what Harven told me about Jarren, I can definitely tell that he's changed. He was a nuisance in my class but quiet is definitely a first for him." Esdora commented which invoked further intrigue to the debate. However one of them had remained silent this entire time. Veriyal.
From what had happened earlier in her office, she disappeared for the remaining part of the day and reappeared a few hours ago. "What's wrong Veriyal? I've never seen you this quiet." A professor joked which was accompanied by some few laughs.
"I'm just thinking about something." She sighed it off, taking her leave. The rest didn't bother asking more. "Speaking of Jarren, he was at the Vault, bought Silver Vow Molt and the rest." An instructor shot up.
"Well for a fourth year student having an Iron Strider physique and Vein Weaver rank is laughable. It wouldn't surprise me that he wants to catch up." A professor stated. "That's not the problem. The issue is time. It would take a full day for a proper refinement not to mention the chances of failing are present. And for a privileged individual, the odds keep on rising."
"Not to mention that's the Knighthood path, he still has the Maga path to worry about and now taking on a new elemental, he just keeps on burdening himself. Besides he isn't even receiving proper training, just unofficial guesswork." Another added. Jarren making all the changes only seem to add more labor to him in their eyes.
"Also didn't he join the Eyrie faction. As a noble I wouldn't dream of Jarren to make such a pick." Harven murmured as he helped Esdora with a minor recuperation spell. They changed the subject shortly after to the mock training tests on the way.
"Those faction leaders definitely know how to make things interesting." Professor Forare, teaching in Auxiliaries and Augmentation spoke up. "Well yeah, their fragile egos are amusing to see fracture but they do get a bit rough with their plays." Another added.
*Back In Jarren's Room*
'Clomere, you really can't control yourself now can you? As for you mother, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you yield.' His eyes closed and resting comfortably on his bed, he remained unfazed with his Silver Vow body.
Sure this allowed him to reveal more of his close combat prowess but not to a great extent. Now he could squarely compete with Crimson Sigils and beat those in his league, he knew that he had to balance the scale on the Maga path.
'I wonder how Orissa will react when I'm above her league? Maybe resentment or anger. I'm quite curious to see.' He wanted to skip the Wrymkindled rank and jump right onto the Gravechant rank. From there he could showcase more of his Darkness attribute.
It wasn't the professors or curious minds that he was concerned about but rather the taste of it all. If he was stronger then the reactions that he yearned for wouldn't be as rewarding or exciting. It felt like getting stronger would dilute the experience.
'But for you Orissa I'm fine in making an exception.' He hurled the Eyrie sigil into the air and caught it over and over, time ticking to his whim. He paused his mindless act and looked in a specific direction, his smile growing.
'And here I thought that they would never make a move.' Catching the sigil for the last time, he clocked in for the night.