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Chapter 38 - Engagement [5]
Inara turned, lifting her hand to point across the hall.
"It's Asher."
'Wait, wait! What the fuck!?'
Akamir panicked as he almost threw away the wine in his mouth.
The hall fell into stunned silence.
A hundred eyes turned to where Inara's finger pointed.
Akamir stood frozen near the edge of the crowd, making him eerily uncomfortable.
He blinked once, twice—then slowly lowered the cup.
Nayomi floated beside him, her voice a low hum. "Well, well... she actually did it."
King Aldric stood slowly, his voice frigid. "Asher?"
Torin's brow furrowed, confusion giving way to growing rage.
Inara looked at the man who stood beside her as she forced herself to keep standing tall.
"Yes," she said firmly. "I love Asher. I can't marry someone I don't even know, just to satisfy an alliance neither of us believes in."
The nobles' whispers swelled like a rising tide filling the hall.
King Aldric's expression darkened, his jaw clenching tight.
Torin stepped forward, his voice sharp and filled with rage.
"Is this some kind of joke, girl? You think this will stop a royal engagement?"
"I'm not joking," Inara said, her voice steady now. "I'm choosing for myself. And I choose him."
King Dael of Aure Kingdom glared, fury blazing in his eyes.
"This is an insult. You dare humiliate my son in front of every attending nation."
Aldric raised a hand, silencing her before she could reply.
"Inara," he said slowly. "Come here."
Inara stepped forward cautiously, her heart hammering.
But she didn't lower her head.
"Tell me," Aldric said, his voice barely above a whisper, "what are you hoping to gain from this scene?"
"My love," she replied, staring into his eyes. "Even if it costs me everything."
"..."
King Aldric glared at the woman without a word.
The rage he hid behind his calm facade was clear for everyone to see.
He drew in a deep breath as he looked at the far end.
Towards Akamir, who was still trying to process what was happening.
"Asher," Aldric spoke, his voice more like a growl. "What do you have to say about this?"
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he stood up from his seat.
As much as he sympathized with Inara's condition, he was in no way going to stick out his neck for her.
'You are on your own, princess.'
Akamir looked at Inara, who gave him a pleading look, like she was about to cry.
"I am flattered by Princess Inara's affection," Akamir began, his voice echoing in the hush.
"But... most may not know this—I'm already engaged to Lady Zaina of House Edevane."
The color drained from Inara's face. Her lips parted as though the breath had been knocked from her lungs.
Torin, who'd half-turned to storm off, halted mid-step.
He slowly turned back, a cold smile playing on his face.
But...
Before anyone could speak, anything.
"The engagement is just verbal." A voice echoed, making everyone turn towards it.
It was Erwald, Zaina's father, who stepped forward, looking at the king.
"And if the king accepts it, my daughter could be his second wife."
"What—No!" Akamir blurted. "I don't want two wives—"
"You should," came Duke Vareon's amused voice. "Even your father had two marriages. It would be good for the Vyavan family to grow."
'Shut up, you old fucker.'
Akamir almost lashed out at him, but he barely resisted the urge to yell.
'Wait, maybe Darvin.....'
His hope was crushed almost immediately as he looked at Darvin holding back his grin.
"I won't wait for your permission, father." Inara said suddenly, snatching the ceremonial ring from the priest's tray.
With a sharp turn, she moved towards Akamir, who was racing in his mind.
The nobles parted instinctively as Inara marched forward until she stopped in front of him.
She grabbed his hand.
Slipped the ring on his finger.
"You will regret it." Akamir mumbled, glaring at her.
Inara blinked and cupped his face with her hands. "I know."
Then, before he could stop her, she kissed him, letting him feel her soft lips.
Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave crashing against a dam.
Akamir's heart thundered in his chest, but not from passion—from pure, unfiltered panic.
The kiss lasted only seconds before she bit his lips clumsily.
When Inara finally pulled away, she looked into his eyes and whispered so only he could hear,
"You don't have to love me back. Just don't abandon me right now."
"She's mad."
"This is treason."
"A disgrace to both kingdoms!"
Aldric slammed his palm down on the armrest of his throne. "Enough!"
King Dael stood beside his son, Torin, who was glaring daggers at Inara.
"This humiliation will not be forgotten," Dael spat. "From this day on, there will be no trade between our kingdoms."
And with a dramatic flare of his cloak, he turned and exited the hall. Torin followed, seething.
Princess Sylari, who hadn't spoken a word, gave Akamir a long glance before she moved out along with her mother.
The hall remained stunned silent as no one dared to say a word.
Akamir grabbed Inara's wrist. "Come with me."
Inara flinched at the suddenness of his grip, but followed without a word.
They walked past the judging nobles before they entered a room.
The doors slammed behind them with a heavy thud, muffling the uproar that had begun anew within the hall.
Inara's footsteps slowed once they were alone. "Asher—"
He turned sharply. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I had no one else to turn to," she said quietly, not backing away. "They would've married me off like property."
"That doesn't mean you get to blow up my life to save your own."
"You're already a duke's son! You'll recover—"
"Recover?" he snapped. "You made me an enemy of the entire Kingdom!"
Inara turned silent as Akamir paced around the room.
He groaned in frustration. "Ah! I'm so fucked!"
Inara said nothing as Akamir moved towards the table and grabbed the glass of water.
She watched as he grabbed a glass of water and rinsed his mouth.
"...What are you doing?" Inara asked, holding back her anger.
"Don't you know how to kiss?" Aimar grumbled, looking at her. "Or was it your first time?"
"...."
She opened her mouth but closed it once again.
Inara turned away, her cheeks burning. "I didn't think it through."
He drew in deep breaths to keep himself calm.
Akamir sat on the bed, rubbing his temples.
"So your solution," he said, "was to brand me as your lover in front of the entire Kingdom?"
She folded her arms. "It was either you or Prince Slimebucket. Forgive me for picking the man who doesn't drool when I talk."
"You just kicked off a diplomatic war, Inara!"
"So what!?" Her voice cracked. "I've lost everything already!"
"...."
Akamir quietly looked up at her.
"Think about it," she said, stepping closer. "You're the brother of my dead fiancé. Do you know what people will call me now?"
Akamir groaned. "I can't think of any good words."
He leaned back. "And let's not forget—I'm ten years younger than you."
'Why do I have to drag into all this?'
The frustration that he felt right now wasn't something he could explain.
'...Why did I even give her advice.'
Akamir wanted to slap his past self for being the guy who helped her.
Now, she had really thrown him under the bus.
'I don't know how the king will react now—.'
"Wait...." Akamir looked back at Inara, who stood frozen in place. "I didn't see Lucien."
Inara looked at him. "He was supposed to attend the engagement later on."
Footsteps echoed outside the room.
'It's him.'
Akamir stood up and walked towards Inara.
"What are you—"
Her voice died in her throat as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
Slam!!!
The gate slammed open and a ragged-filled Lucien walked inside.
And he froze—
—as Akamir kissed his sister.
Not soft. Not tender.
A kiss meant to burn everything behind it.
Inara was too stunned to resist as his lips pressed into hers.
Her body stiffened in his arms.
Lucien's shout shook the room.
"Asher!!!"
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Chapter 39 - Engagement [6]
Lucien's shout shook the room.
"Asher!!!"
Lucien's shout echoed, making Inara flinch in his arms.
His eyes were wide, lips trembling with fury.
Akamir broke the kiss slowly, deliberately—his eyes never leaving Lucien's.
He stepped slightly in front of Inara, shielding her with his body.
Nayomi floated just beside him. "Was it necessary?"
'It wasn't.'
Akamir thought, glancing at her.
'But I wanted to fuck with this guy.'
Akamir still hadn't forgotten the first day he arrived in this world.
And...
How Lucien treated him.
Even though it was Asher who had a grudge against Lucien, Akamir still felt thrilled messing with him.
'Asher's lingering feelings.' He guessed.
"In case you're wondering," Akamir said coolly, "yes. It's exactly what it looks like."
Lucien's face twisted, nostrils flaring. "You bastard—"
"Careful." Akamir's lips curled up. "You're speaking to your future brother-in-law."
Inara flinched behind him.
Lucien took a step forward, fists clenched as he walked toward him. "You think after all this...you will walk out alive?"
Akamir tilted his head. "Don't you know she made the whole fucking Kingdom watch her choose me?"
He walked closer as he looked down, standing a few inches taller than him.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "Looks like you're going to keep your promise about giving your sister to me."
Lucien's eyes blazed with rage and humiliation.
His hands trembled at his sides, but he didn't draw his sword.
Not yet.
Lucien's jaw clenched. "You are nothing, and you will always be nothing."
"Maybe," Akamir said, backing up just slightly.
"But the 'nothing' just became your sister's fiancé. Seems like I'm leveling up."
Lucien grabbed the hilt of his sword as he began unsheathing it.
Knock!
A sudden knock made them look at the door.
A royal guard stood outside, looking at them.
"Your majesty is calling all of you." He said, his face stoic with no signs of emotion. "The engagement will commence as planned."
"Wait, what?" Lucien frowned. "Didn't Prince Aure leave?"
"It won't be him, Prince." The guard replied. "It will be Sir Asher."
Lucien froze in his place as if he couldn't accept reality.
"This is a lie!" He barked, moving out of the room. "I will talk with father."
The royal guard bowed toward them. "Please come to the main hall soon."
He walked away, leaving them alone.
Inara stepped away from Akamir, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry for kissing you out of nowhere." Akamir apologized, looking back at her. "It won't happen again."
"...No. It's fine." Inara shook her head quietly. "I guess we are even now."
"We are." He said quietly.
Inara drew in a deep breath as she walked closer to him.
"Shall we?" She said, gesturing toward the door. "People are waiting."
Akamir sighed. "....Yeah."
They began to walk back to the main hall in complete silence.
'Things have gotten complicated.'
Akamir let out a tired sigh once again.
The plans he had made had all been fucked over because of one single mistake.
"Inara."
Akamir mumbled without looking at her.
"Yes?"
"Remind me to never give any advice to you ever again."
She let out a soft chuckle. ".. Okay."
Akamir turned his head to look at her side profile.
She was beautiful, and there was no denying it.
But...
There was something else going through his mind.
"Hey, Inara."
She turned to look at him.
"Do you want to rule this kingdom?"
Her expression immediately hardened.
---
The engagement ceremony lasted almost an hour with the priest of Goddess Morana continuously blessing them.
'...It's such a pain.'
Akamir thought, raising his left hand to look at the ring on his finger.
It was beautiful, to say the least.
Akamir hated it.
Not because it was ugly. No.
But because it was real.
He sighed as he looked around the courtyard where he sat alone.
'If I go back inside, those fucking nobles will eat me alive.'
He was already tired of them in his last life, and even now, he had to tolerate them.
'Hm?'
Akamir's gaze shifted toward Nayomi, who kept staring at him.
He tilted his head. "What?"
"What are you planning?" She asked, staring into his crimson eyes. "And why did you ask Inara that question?"
"...Well, that's the plan now." He groaned, leaning back against the bench, hand over his face. "To make her the queen."
She frowned. "Why?"
"I don't want to be ordered around by a fat king." Akamir replied, glancing at her. "And I really don't like the current royal family."
She tilted her head. "So, you are uprooting them and placing a new queen who has submitted to you?"
"...."
Akamir just stared into her sky-blue eyes without a word.
This was enough for Nayomi to confirm her doubts.
She scoffed. "What's even the difference between you and Darvin?"
"That I don't want to use her as a puppet to rule the kingdom." Akamir replied, standing up. "And I'm sick and tired of ruling anyway."
Nayomi frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Akamir replied as he began to walk back to the hall.
"Are you planning to marry her?" Nayomi asked, floating along with him.
"No." Akamir replied honestly. "I don't want to."
Nayomi just nodded.
But.....
His steps slowed down as he noticed someone walking toward him.
Zaina.
"Sir Asher," she greeted smoothly, her voice low.
"Lady Zaina," he returned, tone flat but not impolite. "Did you come to congratulate me too?"
She tilted her head. "How does it feel being engaged to the girl you always dreamed of?"
"Not really thrilled." Akamir shrugged. "I feel the same."
Akamir began to walk, and she followed beside him.
"Your father." Akamir mumbled, looking at her. "Why did he do that?"
"Hm?"
"The statement he made." Akamir explained. "Announcing you as my second wife...."
"Why?" Zaina looked at him sharply. "You don't like it?"
"Answer what I am asking." Akamir said, looking down at her.
She pressed her lips together before she let out a sigh.
"I was there when Sir Darvin made the offer in the main hall." She began, looking down at her feet.
"He asked my father to say what he said in exchange for two mineral mines."
Akamir slowed to a stop. "So he sold your future for stone and dirt?"
Zaina didn't flinch. "You sound surprised."
"I'm not," he admitted. "I just thought Lord Erwald would demand a higher price."
She smiled bitterly. "Perhaps he thinks that's all I'm worth."
"Do you want to back out?" Akamir asked bluntly.
Zaina blinked. "Of what?"
"The second wife nonsense."
She didn't answer immediately.
"I can't go against my father." She mumbled softly. "At least not yet."
"...I see." Akamir mumbled, nodding his head. "Well, my offer still stands. Walk away from the engagement whenever you want."
She just nodded, walking away from him.
"Well, I guess we will see each other at the academy." She said, glancing back. "Goodbye."
Akamir kept staring at her back as she vanished inside the palace.
"Nayomi."
He mumbled, glancing up at her.
"What makes Zaina special?"
From what Akamir had seen, there wasn't anything that stood out about her.
'Sure, she is bold and all, but....'
What made her the heroine of the novel and the villain of the game?
Akamir couldn't understand it.
Nayomi kept her mouth shut for a while before she softly whispered.
"She is an Apostle."
Akamir frowned. "A what?"
"Think of her as a container that holds the divinity of gods inside her."
Nayomi explained, looking at him.
"They are like the mortal representative of gods."
Akamir thought for a while before he asked. "And whose apostle is she?"
Nayomi froze in her place as she looked up at the sky.
Her icy voice echoed within the place. "Goddess Morana."
Akamir's confusion only grew. "...How?"
"In the game, she only becomes an apostle if certain conditions are met."
"Let me guess," Akamir muttered. "Getting involved with me is one of them."
"...Yes."
Akamir clicked his tongue in annoyance.
'I knew she was trouble the moment I saw her.'
He sighed as he walked closer to the palace.
'....'
He halted once again as his gaze landed on Darvin.... talking happily with the nobles.
From his talk with Zaina, one thing was clear.
'He wants to use me to rule the kingdom.'
Akamir slowly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at Darvin.
He isn't seeing him as Asher's father, but.... as a threat to his freedom.
'A threat that should be dealt with soon.'
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Chapter 40 - Spirit World [1]
It's been three days since Akamir's engagement with Princess Inara.
Needless to say, it created a huge uproar among the citizens and the neighbouring kingdoms.
A hot topic that was being talked about all over the kingdom.
Asher, being the guy who was known as a troublemaker and one who fancied the princess, didn't help much.
And...
The ones who admired Princess Inara now despised her.
Like she feared, now the kingdom doesn't see her as a role model princess.
.....
'All in all, I am fucked.'
Akamir let out a tired sigh, staring at the ceiling of his room.
Wherever he goes, people always start gossiping.
It was so bad that Akamir was ready to lash out at them at any given moment.
'...She really did a number on me.'
Akamir thought, moving his torso to sit back on his bed.
Knock! Knock!
As soon as he sat down, someone knocked on the door and came inside.
"Your food is here, young master."
Zia smiled as she brought in the tray filled with food.
"Thank you."
Akamir mumbled tiredly, gesturing for her to place the food on his bed.
Zia obeyed, serving him. "Duke Darvin asked about you during breakfast."
Akamir just nodded, eating his food.
Zia stood by his side, ready to help him if needed.
"I need rest today," Akamir said, without looking at her. "Make sure nobody comes inside my room."
Zia narrowed her eyes. "....Are you going somewhere?"
"No," Akamir replied. "And why do you even ask that?"
"Just a feeling," she mumbled, keeping her face straight. "Last time you were out, you came back engaged to the princess."
Akamir glanced at her. "Why? Are you jealous?"
"Not funny, young master," Zia replied, keeping her face stoic. "And unlike your fiancée, I don't fancy young boys."
Akamir chuckled loudly, shaking his head. "She wouldn't be happy if she heard that remark."
Zia allowed herself to smile a little before turning to tidy the tray.
"Still," she added after a pause, "you could've warned me. I had a whole list of excuses ready for you if someone tried to arrange a marriage."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I didn't try to escape?"
"You didn't try hard enough," Zia muttered, picking up the empty tray.
She turned around, walking out of the room. "Have a nice rest, young master."
The door shut closed behind her.
Akamir sighed, glancing to his side where a ghostly figure lay on his bed.
"What happened to her in that novel?" he asked, curiously.
Nayomi glanced at him. "I don't know. The novel didn't cover it."
"...I see."
Akamir mumbled, rubbing his temples as he stood up.
He walked to the other side of the bed where an egg was placed in a glass.
Akamir kept on looking at the egg for a while.
'I hope it hatches soon.'
Thinking so, he began to change into more comfortable clothes.
He locked the door and stood at the centre of the room.
Taking in a deep breath, he summoned his crown.
The room glowed in an ominous reddish light as a crown formed over his head.
"Take me to the ancient palace's Mimickers,"
Akamir said, staring at the wall in front of him.
The crown pulsed and a portal slowly materialised.
Taking in a deep breath, Akamir walked inside the portal.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was in a chamber inside the palace.
"This is amazin—"
Akamir's words died down as his body fell down helplessly.
A paralyzing chill surged through his limbs, like invisible chains wrapped around his muscles.
"Ugh... what the hell...?" he managed to mutter, his voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers twitched as he tried to push himself to lie on his side.
Nayomi floated above him, looking at him with a smug face.
"What did you do?" Akamir groaned, looking at her.
"Nothing," she replied, shrugging. "And did you really think you'd travel such a large distance without any drawbacks?"
"...."
His mouth opened up, but no words came out of it.
'Yeah, that was stupid of me.'
Everything comes with a cost, and Akamir was well aware of it.
"How long will I be like this?" he asked, groaning.
"Two hours, give or take," she replied, making him frown.
But—.
Instead of panicking, Akamir began to wonder.
'How does the portal even work?'
From what he knows, to make a teleportation portal one needs a lot of calculations and of course a magic circle.
'But this crown can't do any of those.'
Then how....
What makes it work this way?
Akamir looked back at her. "Mind telling me how a teleportation portal works?"
Nayomi looked at him without a word. She remained still as if wondering whether to tell him or not.
"Six hundred years ago, there was an empire called the Soloman Empire," she began, immediately taking his interest.
"The one that summoned us....the otherworlders."
Akamir looked at her face that seemed lost in the past.
Nayomi took her moment before speaking. "They didn't worship any gods, but a tablet."
Akamir frowned. "....A what?"
"They called it the "Seraphic Tablet,"" Nayomi replied, looking at him. "An All knowing tablet that had all the knowledge of the universe."
"..."
Akamir couldn't even begin to think what it was like and....
'How powerful were those who had them.'
"The Soloman Empire summoned us through the help of the tablet," Nayomi continued. "And it was the tablet which blessed us with unique abilities."
She twirled her hands as she tried to conjure her powers, but nothing happened....
"My unique ability was to travel between the astral place known as the Spirit World and this world."
She mumbled with a tired sigh.
Akamir carefully questioned, "And what is the Spirit World?"
"A mirror world that is timeless and spaceless. A place where spirit creatures live," Nayomi explained simply.
"Some come from the past, some come from the present, and some from a certain future."
She pointed at his crown. "And that thing is connected with the Spirit World. It uses that world to navigate in this world."
"...I see."
Akamir mumbled, rubbing his temples.
"By the way, what happened to the Soloman Empire?"
"...I don't know," Nayomi whispered softly, looking away. "I did kill most of them."
Akamir frowned. "Why?"
Nayomi remained silent as she kept on looking away.
Akamir sighed and closed his eyes.
'Let's sleep for a while.'
.....
Two hours passed quickly as Akamir walked out of the palace.
The first thing he noticed was the two Mimickers, kneeling down.
"Welcome, my Lord."
They both spoke in unison.
"Stand up," Akamir said, as he walked past them. "Did something bad happen when I was gone?"
"No, my lord," Elore replied, walking close to him. "Nothing bad happened."
Akamir nodded as he glanced at the Judge of Apathy. "And the Mimickers?"
She bowed deeply. "I kept them under control, my lord."
"Good," Akamir nodded as he looked around the place. "Things are going well, I guess."
The place around the palace had been cleaned a lot, and all the ruins were also being fixed.
'The Mimickers are free labour.'
Akamir planned to make the palace good enough for him to live here.
He still planned to make it his base.
"What happened to the children?" Akamir asked, glancing at Elore. "Are they getting enough food?"
Elore nodded. "Yes, my lord. I'm making sure to follow your orders."
"When is the next sacrifice?" he asked, remembering their fate.
"Next month."
'I still have enough time.'
Akamir thought, closing his eyes.
'I can save them before they are killed.'
He sighed, looking at the Judge of Apathy. "What about the company in Lythanis Kingdom?"
"They are doing great," she replied, gesturing towards the outer side of the palace. "Would you like to see the items they brought?"
"Lead the way."
The blindfolded woman nodded before she took him to a sealed room.
It was packed with items and things that the Mimickers brought.
"Now, we need a retailer," Akamir mumbled, rubbing his chin.
Akamir looked back. "Elore."
"Master."
"Ask the church for more death row prisoners," he ordered. "We need some more merchants."
"Yes, my lord."
Akamir nodded as he began to walk around the room.
The things that were here were the specialty of the Lythanis Kingdom, like the craft and grains that only grow there.
But...
Akamir was aware it will take too much time for a company to grow, even though they sell cheap goods.
'The market is already saturated, and we haven't gained anyone's trust.'
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
'If I need to grow my company, then I need unique items.'
Items that only his company can provide.
Akamir slowly looked at Nayomi.
"Nayomi."
His voice made her look at him.
"I want to visit the Spirit World."
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Chapter 41: Spirit World [2]
"Nayomi."
His voice made her look at him.
"I want to visit the Spirit World."
Nayomi blinked. "You what?"
Akamir stood straight, folding his arms. "I want to visit the Spirit World. If my crown is connected to it, then I want to see it for myself."
Nayomi narrowed her eyes. "That's not something you just visit on a whim, Akamir."
"I know," he replied calmly. "That's why I'm asking you."
For a moment, she was silent. Then she floated closer, her face inches away from him.
"The Spirit World is dangerous. Even for someone like me, who can traverse it naturally," she said slowly, making sure he could hear her clearly.
"It's not just a different plane of existence, it's something greater. You might enter thinking you're yourself—and leave as someone else."
Akamir didn't flinch. "I am not as weak-willed as you think."
Nayomi sighed, touching her temple. "Do you even know what you're looking for in there?"
"Something no one else can offer," Akamir said, glancing back at the room full of goods.
"Anything that is unique to only me and can't be found anywhere."
"...."
Nayomi turned silent, a flicker of sadness passing her eyes.
She slowly looked away from him. "There is nothing there. "It" corrupted everything."
'It?'
Akamir frowned as he had heard about this before.
'She did tell me because of corruption the fairies turned into mimickers.'
Akamir had no idea what can turn innocent beings into those hideous creatures.
Still....
"I want to see with my own eyes." Akamir said, looking at her. "What actually is inside the Spirit World."
Nayomi muttered something under her breath, then turned toward him fully.
"Fine," she said. "But you'll need to prepare. And you'll need an anchor."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Anchor?"
"You don't belong to that world. If you go there without an attachment to this world, you'll be swallowed," she said, her voice grim.
"It doesn't matter how strong you are. The Spirit World doesn't care for strength. It cares for meaning, something that connects you to the real world."
Akamir fell into deep thought.
There wasn't anything that he could think of that could work.
'Something that connects me.....'
An idea passed his mind as he looked back at her.
"What about the crown?" he asked, staring at her. "Will this work?"
Nayomi nodded hesitantly. "It should work."
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck. "Shall we try then?"
She floated closer, more serious than ever before. "And Akamir..."
"Yes?"
"If you see her in that—don't talk to it."
"...Who?"
Nayomi didn't answer.
She began floating away.
He sighed as he walked out of the storage room and found Judge of Apathy.
"When will they come back with the second batch?" Akamir asked, closing the door behind him.
She bowed slightly. "In two days, my lord."
Akamir nodded. "Good job."
He walked past her as she followed behind him.
'I should have a meeting with them once they are back.'
He was still interested in their view of the kingdom.
Knowing that would help him considerably in understanding the Market.
Akamir walked towards the house near the end of the town which he had made his base.
Reaching closer he ordered, "Make sure no one enters the house."
"Yes, my Lord."
They both bowed in unison.
Walking inside, Akamir began to prepare himself while Nayomi floated just above him.
If he wants to keep himself protected then he had to prepare for everything.
After fifteen minutes, he was completely calm.
"Alright, I am ready."
He said, looking at Nayomi.
"There are a few things you should know."
Nayomi said, folding her arms.
"Listen carefully."
.....
The lecture lasted for another half an hour in which Nayomi explained as much as she could.
'I am confident that I at least know more than a normal person.'
Akamir thought, looking down.
"Summon the crown."
Nayomi said, floating behind him.
"And speak after me."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as the crown formed over his head, illuminating the place.
Nayomi's voice echoed in his ears.
"Crown that connects me."
Akamir repeated after her.
"Take me to the mirror world."
The moment the final word left his lips, the crown pulsed brightly.
The air thickened, like something was wrapped around his body.
The room distorted like a hallucination, the lines blurred and reality folded inward.
Akamir didn't blink.
The floor vanished beneath his feet, and for a heartbeat, he was falling.
His real body fell down on the ground while his 'spirit body' moved.
There was no sound nor could he breathe.
Only weightless stillness—
Then the world shattered.
He landed not with a crash, but a ripple—like stepping into a pond.
The world around him bent, glasslike, reflective.
A thousand versions of himself stared back from fractured surfaces: tall, short, bloody, crowned, eyeless. Some smiled. Others screamed.
He stood in a forest of mirrors.
"Whatever happens," Nayomi's voice echoed in his mind. "Do not look or answer them. Just walk straight."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he began to walk.
He took a step forward—and a voice whispered.
Not from outside.
But inside.
"Akamir..."
He stopped.
'Don't fall for it.'
He bit his tongue to keep himself aware as he began to walk.
He walked for what felt like hours.
Time, if it existed here, did not obey logic.
He felt no hunger, no fatigue—just a growing pressure at the base of his skull.
Finally, they reached a clearing where no reflections stood.
Only a glowing light that made him narrow his eyes.
As soon as Akamir crossed the light, the world around him changed once again.
Then—.
He stood on a hill of ash.
A broken sun loomed overhead, its light fractured through swirling black clouds. All color had bled from the world.
Below the hill stretched an endless field of dark, twisted trees, and flickering spirits—some weeping, others silent, some gnawing at their own limbs as if unaware of anything else.
"...."
Akamir quietly looked at the Spirit World.
It was nothing like he ever expected.
A world that was dying.
Nayomi's voice echoed distantly, like a memory. "It corrupted everything..."
Akamir didn't speak as he began to walk down the hill.
Here, if he lost once, it was very easy to end up completely lost and never be able to leave again.
There were a lot of things that fascinated him but he couldn't explain half of it.
Like how he passed half-hidden Spirit World creatures that couldn't be accurately described.
'I can't even tell what direction I am going in.'
It was hard to know how far he had traveled.
Akamir calmly looked around the place as he still remembered all her warnings.
'Most spirits are territorial.'
So, the faster he moved the better for him.
"Akamir."
Nayomi's voice made him glance at her as she pointed in a certain direction.
"Do you see that tree?"
Akamir followed her finger and found a huge, old and dried tree.
He frowned. "What about it?"
"Let's go there."
Nayomi said, looking at him.
Akamir thought about it for a while.
'It's better to listen to her.'
He concluded.
'She knows this place better than me.'
Akamir nodded softly. "Alright."
He began to walk towards the place, careful of the spirits.
'Not to make eye contact unless they show interest.'
He thought, making sure to follow her advice.
'Don't appear nervous or else they will try to grow a desire to attack you.'
The tree began to appear closer while Akamir had already lost his sense of time.
The tree towered above them—ancient, leafless, its bark cracked.
His steps slowed down as he noticed a small light close to the tree root.
A small pocket dome was attached to it.
'...What?'
A dome that had uncorrupted small fairies.
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A small pocket dome was attached to it.
'...What?'
A dome that had uncorrupted small fairies.
Akamir's eyes widened slightly.
Small fairies fluttered inside the dome like delicate fireflies.
They each glowed softly, untouched by the rot of the world around them.
They huddled close, some asleep, others playing quietly in the limited space, their wings shimmering like glass.
"Nayomi," he whispered, barely audible. "What is this...?"
Nayomi floated beside him, her gaze fixed on the dome. Her voice was quiet. "A miracle."
She drifted closer, her fingers ghosting along the dome's edge without touching it. "I thought they all were extinct or corrupted...."
"...."
Akamir could only stare at her as she passed through the dome without any problem.
Those small fairies didn't flinch in her presence, but they began to move closer to her.
Nayomi sat down on a rock inside the dome as the fairies finally recognized her.
They began to fly around her, excitement clear in the way they moved.
One of the tiny fairies landed on Nayomi's shoulder, nestling there like a returning child.
Another brushed her cheek with glowing fingers, giggling softly.
A third sat on her lap, looking up with wide, shining eyes.
"They remember you," Akamir said quietly.
Nayomi didn't look at him. "Of course they do. I've known them for a long time."
"What are you?" Akamir mumbled jokingly. "The goddess of spirits?"
Her eyes finally met his.
There was a depth there—a pain so old and buried that even now, it barely surfaced.
She just smiled. "Perhaps."
Akamir rubbed his face.
'I sometimes forget that she is almost six hundred years old.'
That's a lot of time; a normal human would have gone mad living so long.
Akamir crouched, staring at the fairies.
They didn't flinch from his presence.
One of them, a tiny one with translucent green wings, fluttered close to the edge of the dome, watching him with wide, unclouded eyes.
Akamir's hand hovered just above the dome's surface, and she followed his movements.
"This place..." he murmured, "Why hasn't it been consumed?"
Nayomi looked up. "I...I am not sure."
"Can they talk?" Akamir asked as the green fairy stopped playing with him.
"Of course they can." Nayomi mumbled. "I don't know why...they aren't."
The green fairy stood in one place, staring into his eyes, and another fairy landed on her lap once again.
"Hmm?"
Nayomi tilted her head in confusion.
They both opened their mouths at once.
And...
Their expression hardened as they noticed something.
Their tongues were amputated.
"Akamir."
Nayomi slowly turned towards him.
"Run."
BOOOM!!!!
A sudden explosion made Akamir lose his balance as he fell down.
And then, the rot came.
Black vines burst through the forest floor, writhing like serpents.
They slammed against his chest, throwing him away.
The heads of the vines turned into skulls that began to bite onto his body.
Akamir barely moved back, flipping his body to rise back on his feet.
Even though pain flared in his chest, he cautiously looked at the vines.
The vines hissed, retreating slightly as if tasting his blood through the air.
Then they surged again, faster this time, coiling around him.
[Foxdrift.]
His body shimmered, flickering out of place just as the skull-headed vine snapped at where his heart had been.
He reappeared a few feet back, panting, eyes sharp.
"Nayomi?!" he shouted.
"Get out!" She yelled back from inside the dome. "I will be right behind you."
A dull, burning light radiated from where the dome had been.
'What is she doing!?'
He turned toward the roots—only to freeze.
The vines... they weren't spreading randomly.
They all led to something.
Something towering.
An enormous spire of a tower rose into the sky, black and grotesque, covered in writhing tendrils.
Thousands of monstrous, blinking eyes stared from its surface.
And behind the tower stood a woman.
A translucent woman who was almost as tall as the tower.
She wore a beautiful, twisted black dress that felt like it was stitched from sorrow and agony.
But she had no head. Her neck ended in a neat, clean cut.
In her drooping arms, she held eighteen male heads.
Identical in appearance.
Red eyes glowed in all of them.
'....Fuck.'
The eighteen heads blinked and looked at Akamir.
They smiled creepily at him.
Akamir staggered back as a crushing pressure weighed on his chest.
His knees nearly buckled.
'What kind of monster is it.....'
It wasn't something he could fight. He couldn't even understand it.
"Fuck."
He cursed once again as those heads began to float in his direction.
Nayomi began to rush toward him from the dome.
"Crown that connects me."
Akamir repeated, reaching his hands toward her.
The head opened its mouth to swallow him whole.
"Take me to the real world."
Akamir vanished in the last moment.
.....
"Haah!!"
A sudden rush of air made Akamir gasp for more.
"Cough! cough."
He coughed violently, rubbing his chest as he rolled to be on his back.
Cold sweats trickled down his forehead while his eyes shook violently.
What he saw there had clearly been engraved in his mind.
His eyes drifted around until he found Nayomi floating in the corner.
"What was that?" Akamir groaned as he began to sit on the floor.
Nayomi slowly turned to look at him.
A clear sadness was in her eyes that Akamir noticed instantly.
"A follower of the corruption." She mumbled. "It was using the fairies as bait."
Akamir frowned. "What were you even doing with the fairies?"
"I tried to free them." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "But it wasn't that easy."
Akamir nodded, looking down at the floor.
"That woman," he said. "That... headless... thing. What was she?"
Nayomi didn't answer at first.
She floated closer and sat beside him, her voice barely above a whisper.
"They used to call her the Bride of the Forsaken Tree. An old myth of this world. Forgotten, even by the spirits. I thought she was just a tale for wild fae." She moved her head to the side, unable to look at him.
"A spirit who beheaded her lovers, searching for one whose soul could match her own. When none did, she offered herself to the rot."
Akamir blinked. "That's—"
"Insane?" Nayomi gave a weak laugh. "All true myths are."
Silence fell between them.
Akamir clenched his fists. "The fairies—"
"They're gone," she said, voice trembling now. "I couldn't save them. I tried, I—"
She cut herself off, biting her lip. "They were mutilated so they couldn't scream. Used like bait in a trap. I should've seen it sooner."
Akamir looked down at the scars on his arm where the skull-vines had latched. "We barely made it out."
Nayomi didn't respond.
Silence lingered between them as they both kept their silence.
After a whole minute of nothing, Nayomi slowly looked at him.
"Let's make a deal." She said, her voice serious. "From this day onwards, I will teach you everything that I have ever learned."
Akamir blinked. "Everything?"
Nayomi nodded solemnly. "You saw it too, didn't you? The tower. The rot. That thing. It's not sleeping anymore. It's hunting."
She stood, her light drifting softly in the air. "I can't keep protecting you forever."
Akamir's jaw tightened. "I didn't ask you to."
"If you die. I die." She replied, looking down at him. "It's not out of care but out of necessity."
He rubbed his temples, looking at her. "What do you want in return?"
She drew in a deep breath.
"Help me create a new body."
She said, looking into his crimson eyes.
"Help me...Clean the spirit world."
Akamir thought about her offer for a long time.
...
As soon as Akamir returned to his room in Vyavan Dukedom, the paralyzing aftereffect grabbed him.
He quickly shifted his body so he fell on the bed and not on the floor.
"Urgh."
He groaned as he felt his muscles twitch all over his body.
"Hmm?"
From the angle his head was, he saw a letter close to his door.
"Did someone slide it inside?"
Akamir wondered aloud as he concentrated.
Using telekinesis, he made the letter float in front of him.
Nayomi grabbed it from the air, making him surprised.
'She can hold things? I never knew.'
"It's a joining letter."
She said, turning the front in his direction.
"The headmistress of Pendora Academy awaits your arrival."
Akamir stared blankly at the letter.
"Fuck."
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[Four days later.]
[8 May 1568 W.R.]
The morning air in the capital city was crisp, despite chilly cold a few days ago.
Dew clung to the leaves outside Akamir's window.
Four days had passed since the dome, the fairies, and the Bride of the Forsaken Tree.
'And I still hate every second of it.'
Akamir groaned as he fixed his shirt.
He stood in front of the mirror, his shirt half-buttoned, crimson eyes narrowed at his own reflection.
The scars from the skull-vines had faded into faint marks.
Akamir traced it idly.
Nayomi floated behind him, arms folded and silent.
"You're stalling," she finally said, her tone flat.
Akamir raised a brow. "I'm dressing."
"You've been dressing for fifteen minutes."
He scoffed. "So what?"
"Even I don't take this much time."
"Of course you don't." He groaned, turning around. "Why would a ghost even need to get ready?"
"....."
Her lips twitched as he picked up his school bag.
He rubbed his temples. "I don't want to go."
"I know," she replied with a pause. "But what choice do you have?"
Akamir didn't argue.
He picked up the academy-issued cloak from his desk and flung it around his shoulders, fastening the clasp with a click.
Pendora Academy's silver insignia—a sword piercing through an open eye—was embedded on it.
He exhaled sharply and turned toward her. "You'll be invisible to everyone, right?"
Nayomi nodded. "Unless you make me a body."
Akamir turned around. "....Right."
He walked over to his bedside, where the egg was placed.
Akamir smiled slightly as he touched it. "See you soon, buddy."
A knock echoed from the door, making him turn.
"Young master?" came Zia's soft voice from the other side. "The carriage is ready."
Akamir gave a soft sigh. "Let's go."
He opened the door and was immediately greeted by her smile.
"Good luck," she said, giving him a thumbs up.
Akamir nodded as he walked past her.
The palace was owned by his family and it was close to the academy.
So, instead of living in dormitory he decided to stay here.
'That way I can have Zia on my side.'
A maid wasn't allowed in the academy and he wasn't going to live without one.
Akamir walked out of the palace where a carriage awaited—sleek, dark, and pulled by two horned shadow-deer.
The insignia of House Darvin was carved onto the door.
Darvin was the one who chose this.
'Such a show off.'
Akamir scoffed as he sat down inside the carriage.
Nayomi hovered just above him, unseen to the others.
The door closed behind him.
As the carriage began to move, Nayomi settled across from him.
"Do I need to go through everything about the novel again?" she asked, folding her hands.
"You don't have to," Akamir replied. "I have a good memory."
He leaned back against the cushioned seat and closed his eyes.
Nayomi didn't disturb him.
.....
The carriage jolted as it left the main road and rolled into the arched entrance of Pendora Academy.
A high stone wall, covered with flowering mana-vines, surrounded the campus.
Towers of white marble and pale green crystal shimmered under the morning sun.
Dozens of students cloaked in the same silver uniforms moved around.
Akamir adjusted his collar.
"I'm already annoyed," he said flatly.
"You haven't even stepped out yet."
"I can feel it."
The carriage came to a halt and a servant opened the door, bowing slightly. "Welcome to Pendora, young lord."
'Well, looks like nobles are their priority.'
He walked out of the carriage as he began to the academy's main plaza with a fountain shaped like a winged lion at the centre.
At the far end stood the entrance to the Great Hall.
'I think the entrance ceremony would be there.'
Akamir began to walk towards it.
As he walked, people began to talk around him, whispering about his engagement.
Even though annoyed, Akamir kept on walking.
A group of students parted to make way—but not before one of them, a tall boy with silver hair and a thin smile, stopped and gave him a mocking once-over.
"You're the duke's precious runt, aren't you?"
Akamir paused. He glanced at the boy without expression.
"And you are?" he asked dryly.
The boy grinned. "Calix Roan. Top of the second-year class. And the guy who's going to make your life miserable if you keep looking at me like that."
Akamir blinked. "And why would you do that?"
"Because you deserve it!?" he snapped, glaring at him. "Princess Inara wasn't supposed to—"
Akamir walked past him without any words.
'I can't be bothered by these fuckers.'
There are thousands who are dissatisfied with what happened, Akamir wasn't in any mood to face any of them.
The whispers behind him grew louder as more students recognized him.
Some stepped aside. Others didn't bother hiding their scorn.
"Is that him? The one engaged to Princess Inara?"
"Can't believe he is boy..."
"He doesn't look like much."
Akamir rubbed his temples in frustration.
'I already hate this place.'
The doors of the hall opened up as soon as he moved closer.
The inside of the hall was vast, with arched ceilings and beautiful decorations.
Long rows of seats formed a semi-circle around a central stage.
The faculty were seated in the upper balconies, watching.
The moment Akamir stepped in, dozens of students turned.
Some stared in open curiosity.
Others in cold disdain.
Nayomi, still invisible, floated just behind his shoulder.
"Just sit in the back," she murmured.
'Gladly.'
He moved quickly, sliding into a seat near the edge.
Eventually, a tall woman with skin like polished bronze and sharp golden eyes walked onto the stage.
Her robes were embroidered with symbols of both flame and sun.
"That's Headmistress Zavan," Nayomi whispered. "She belongs to one of the high human race living in the Nasara desert."
"High humans?"
Nayomi glanced at him. "Think of them as evolved humans with a lot more potential."
Akamir nodded softly.
Professor Zavan's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Welcome to Pendora Academy."
Silence fell.
"You are the best this continent has to offer—or so your sponsors believe. Whether that's true remains to be seen."
Her eyes swept the hall, resting briefly on Akamir.
"This school is not kind. It will not hold your hand. It will not care about your family name, your titles, or your lovers."
A few people glanced at Akamir.
He exhaled quietly.
'Well, I can't beat the allegations.'
Because Inara was the vice headmistress of Pendora Academy.
And Akamir planned to exploit her position in any way possible.
"You are here to become more than just children who can read. You are here to become weapons, diplomats, commanders... monsters, if need be."
She stepped down.
Another professor took her place, followed by two more, explaining rules, schedules, expectations.
Akamir tuned most of it out.
He wasn't interested in any of them.
'I only need to stay here till the exploration of Core Dungeon.'
The midterm exam that was an event in the novel had that as its base.
But like any novel there was a twist.
The students were teleported to the deeper floor during the exam.
'...And inside the dungeon, they found it.'
One of the main ingredient that he is going to use to make a new body for Nayomi.
Akamir could try and take it on his own but it will take months to reach that level.
'I only need to be here for three months.'
He can then leave this place without any problem.
But then—
"We will now have the first-year entrance topper to give a speech," the professor said.
Even though most nobles didn't give the exam, the orphans raised by church and commoners did take them.
"Please welcome Lady Zaina Edevane."
A round of applause rang within the hall as a girl walked towards the stage.
'It's happening.'
Akamir thought, leaning back on the table.
'The start of her hellish life.'
Zaina moved to stand up in front of all the students.
The nervous look on her face was clear as day.
She opened her mouth to speak.
But...
No words came out of it.
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She opened her mouth to speak.
But...
No words came out of it.
Zaina froze in her place.
The silence grew sharp and heavy, pressing like an invisible rope tightening around her throat.
Her lips parted again, but nothing came out.
A hush rippled through the hall, students glancing at one another.
"What is she doing...?"
"Did she freeze in fear...?"
"Is she dumb or unable to speak...?"
Their confusion turned into amusement as they looked at her struggle.
Then...
Laughter.
Soft at first. Cruel by the second wave.
Akamir's eyes narrowed.
'And here it comes.'
Zaina's hands trembled.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching desperately for a friendly face.
None came, not even from the faculty.
The professor standing near the stage frowned, beginning to step forward.
But someone beat him to it.
A sharp, mocking voice cut through the silence. "What, cat got your tongue, Edevane?"
Gasps followed.
It was Lyselle Polama.
Daughter of Duke Vareon Polama.
The second-highest scorer after Zaina.
She sat gracefully, looking at her. "Maybe next time the academy should pick someone who knows how to speak."
A few students laughed, others didn't, but none intervened.
Zaina flinched.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails biting into her skin.
But still, she couldn't say anything.
'If what Nayomi said happened, then Lyselle fed her something that made her unable to speak.'
She even acted like she admired Zaina in order to make her guard go down.
It was temporary, of course, but enough to make fun of her.
'All this just because Zaina is smarter than her.'
Akamir let out a sigh.
He quietly stood up and began to walk out of the hall.
Even though the professors saw him move, they didn't say anything while Zavan moved towards Zaina.
Akamir moved out of the hall as he looked around the academy.
The heavy doors of the Great Hall shut behind him with a low thud, cutting off the laughter still echoing inside.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
"They really think they're something," he muttered.
Nayomi hovered beside him. "Are you angry because of her?"
"No," Akamir said, a little too quickly.
She raised an eyebrow.
"...Okay, maybe a little."
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared at the stone path beneath his feet.
"It was pathetic to watch. Not her—just... the rest of them."
Nayomi didn't comment. She floated beside him in silence.
Akamir began to walk toward the northern garden path, away from the chatter, toward the quiet parts of campus.
He walked past a marble statue of the academy's founder and sat on a bench shaded by flowering mana-vines.
He leaned back, stretching out his legs.
The morning breeze ruffled his hair.
"You know," Nayomi said softly, "you could've stayed and helped her."
Akamir didn't open his eyes. "She doesn't need my help."
"She looked like she did."
"..."
Akamir didn't reply.
He could have helped her, but why?
There was no reason for him to do so, even if she was his fiancée; there weren't any feelings between them.
'And I don't really want her to have any feelings for me.'
As much as he wants to deny it, Akamir didn't have a positive image of Zaina.
'A befitting word for her is jinx.'
Someone who would only bring him bad luck.
He sat in silence for a moment longer before he sighed.
Opening his eyes, he looked for anyone around him.
Luckily, a nerdy student was walking past him.
Akamir blocked his path. "Hey, sorry, but mind showing me the way to the Vice Headmistress's office?"
The boy blinked in panic. "Uh, that building, third floor."
Akamir looked back at the building he was pointing at and nodded.
"Thanks," he said, walking towards the building.
As he walked closer, he noticed the teachers' faculty sign marked in the front.
He entered the tower-like building, climbing the spiral staircase to the third floor.
Unlike the grandeur of the Great Hall, this section of the academy was quieter, lined with bookshelves and paintings of previous staff.
The air smelled faintly of ink and old books.
At the end of the third-floor hall was a wooden door marked with silver letters,
Vice Headmistress Inara Var Krivos.
Akamir raised his hand and knocked once.
"Come in," a voice called from the inside.
He opened the door and stepped into the spacious office.
Bookshelves lined the walls, and a crystal-glass window opened to a view of the northern gardens.
Sitting behind a crescent-shaped desk was a woman in her mid-twenties, silver hair tied in a braid, blood eyes behind a pair of frameless glasses staring at the desk.
"Not even a full hour into the semester...." Her words paused as she looked up at him. "Asher? What are you doing here?"
He walked closer. "I'm here for my morning kiss."
"....What?"
"Kidding," he said, taking his seat opposite to her. "I need your help."
She leaned back on her chair, rubbing her temples. "...What do you want?"
"Help me skip all the useless classes," he said, leaning forward. "Like history, noble thinking, war strategy... I only want classes related to mana."
She gave him a weird look. "What makes you think I can do that?"
"Aren't you Vice Headmistress?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do something."
Inara stared at him for a long moment, as if debating whether to throw him out the window or humor him.
"You're unbelievable," she muttered, rubbing the space between her brows.
Akamir gave her a casual shrug. "I'm trying to be efficient with my time."
"And avoid people."
"That too."
Inara leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "If I do this, Zavan will eat me alive. And you'll be marked as difficult by the board."
"I already am." His tone was flat. "Might as well lean into it."
Inara finally sighed and pulled a form out from her drawer.
"There's a program for personalized academic focus," she said, tapping her pen against it.
"Usually reserved for third years. But if I sign off on it now..."
She trailed off, waiting.
Akamir smiled faintly. "So you can do something."
"Don't push it." She signed the form with a flourish, then slid it across the table.
"Take this to Professor Elbon. He's the head of curriculum adjustments. If he agrees, you'll get your wish."
Akamir took the paper, folding it neatly and slipping it into his pocket. "Appreciate it."
"You owe me."
"I'll get you coffee later."
"I want wine."
"You're a teacher."
"I'm a tired teacher."
He just smiled. "Noted."
As he turned to leave, Inara spoke again, softer this time.
"Lucien is the president of students... He might try to do something."
He paused by the door.
"Please ignore him for the time being," Inara added. "There is so much I could do to protect you."
"...I'll think about it."
And with that, he stepped out, letting the door click shut behind him.
Nayomi reappeared beside him, drifting lazily in the corridor.
"That was weirdly mature of you."
"I just didn't want to sit through lectures about how nobles' fucked up glory."
She chuckled. "History is important."
"When it's true," Akamir replied, walking down the stairs. "But I don't think the ones they will teach are going to be."
She quietly nodded without arguing.
"Hmm?"
Akamir walked past the second floor, but he stopped as he felt something from the first floor.
A glowing light shone at the end of the hall past a door.
Curious, Akamir began to walk closer to the door.
Slowly, he pushed the door open.
The room beyond the door was dim, dust swirling gently in shafts of soft light.
At its center floated a small crystal-like object, glowing with a silvery-purple hue.
It pulsed softly, as if alive, like a heartbeat—slow and steady.
Akamir stepped in, eyebrows narrowing.
The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the pull of gravity vanished.
His feet lifted off the floor.
He hovered.
Weightless.
"...What the hell," he muttered, arms drifting out slightly for balance.
The strange sensation made his stomach twist with curiosity.
The crystal hummed louder, responding to his presence.
Mana rippled from it like quiet waves on water, brushing against his skin.
Akamir floated closer, his fingers outstretched.
But just as his hand neared the object—
"Don't touch that!"
A sharp voice cracked through the air.
He froze.
From the corner of the room, a woman in a black and bronze dress stepped into view.
Her long coat swayed as she marched forward, as she pushed someone who was sitting on a wheelchair.
Akamir looked at the man sitting on the wheelchair without a word.
'...An elf?'
"Who the hell are you, and why are you in this wing?"
The woman asked.
Akamir blinked. "...You guys don't know how to lock doors?"
A silence flowed as Akamir glanced at the elf once again.
Only now did he notice.
The elf had both his legs amputated.
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Chapter 45: Clandestine.
Only now did he notice.
The elf had both his legs amputated.
'What happened to him?'
Akamir wondered, staring at the man as he stared back at him.
The woman's eyes narrowed at Akamir's tone. "This isn't a student area. Leave. Now."
But Akamir didn't budge.
His gaze remained fixed on the elf in the wheelchair—pale skin like polished marble, long blonde hair braided over one shoulder, eyes that burned with wisdom... and exhaustion.
The elf stared back without blinking.
"...His condition doesn't look good," Nayomi whispered, her voice suddenly low. "He is suffering from some kind of disease."
Akamir quietly nodded as he turned upside down in zero gravity.
"What is this crystal thing?" Akamir asked, glancing at the woman.
The woman didn't answer. "You're not supposed to be here."
"No one told me not to be," Akamir replied calmly. "Maybe next time try a sign."
The tension in the room thickened.
Then—
The elf finally spoke.
"What were you trying to do, boy?"
His voice was quiet but really deep, like the echo of a falling waterfall in a vast forest.
The woman stiffened. "Lord Velyrian—"
"Let him speak," the elf said, eyes never leaving Akamir. "We don't get many guests anyway."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "I'm... but who are you actually?"
"A corpse," the elf answered dryly. "That breathes."
'That doesn't answer my question.'
Akamir didn't know how to respond to that.
The woman gave him a warning glance but stepped back, silently taking a post near the wall.
Lord Velyrian gestured slightly. "The crystal you were about to touch, what do you think that is?"
"...I don't really know," Akamir mumbled, rubbing his chin. "But it doesn't seem normal."
Velyrian motioned, and the crystal slowly dimmed, retreating into a rune-bound pedestal in the center of the room.
The gravity snapped back into place, and Akamir landed softly.
"You have a strange aura, human," Velyrian said after a moment. "Like those of a trained warrior."
Akamir's eyes narrowed. "What makes you say that?"
The elf smiled faintly. "I have lived for over two hundred years. The one thing I learned was to judge people."
Akamir remained silent. There was nothing to say to that.
After a pause, Velyrian spoke again, more gently. "Tell me, boy, do you know where mana comes from?"
Akamir paused as his gaze landed on a poster of humanoid anatomy on the wall.
"Aren't they present everywhere?" he replied, looking back at him. "Mana comes from the environment, right?"
"Knowledge is a paradox," Velyrian said, his golden eyes staring into him.
"The more one understands, the more one realizes the vastness of his ignorance."
Akamir's brows furrowed at that.
"So... you're saying that's wrong?"
Velyrian's smile didn't reach his tired eyes. "Not wrong. Incomplete."
He gestured toward the pedestal again, though the crystal remained dormant.
"Yes, mana exists in the environment. But it wasn't made in this world. It leaked from a different place."
Akamir frowned harder. "What do you mean?"
"All mana leaks from a place called Clandestine,"
Velyrian informed, as the woman pushed him close to his table. "In fact, I believe all the mana in the universe comes from this one place."
"Sounds like a far-fetched theory of a mad guy—"
"He is right," Nayomi said, making him eat his words. "Clandestine exists. I have seen it with my own eyes."
"...."
Akamir quietly looked up at the woman without a word.
'Couldn't she tell me this before?'
He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned on the table beside Velyrian.
"So," Akamir began, pointing at the crystal object. "What is that thing?"
Velyrian didn't look up. "A key."
"A key to what?"
"There are places where the border between the Clandestine and the mortal world is thin,"
Velyrian replied as he leaned back on his wheelchair.
"This crystal, which I call Ven, is a way—"
"To connect Clandestine to this world." Akamir finished his words but he immediately frowned.
"Wait, are you trying to open a door between realms or what?"
"Of course not," he scoffed, looking at him. "Whatever is on the opposite side is unknown, and I would be foolish to let them come here."
"...Then why?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
This thing was dangerous, and there was no denying it.
Akamir couldn't understand why he was risking the world by trying to make a connection with that world.
Velyrian rubbed his head, sinking into himself. "That's none of your business."
"....."
Akamir quietly looked away from him as he noticed those humanoid anatomies on the wall.
He once again pointed at the crystal.
"And how does that thing connect things?" he said. "All it did was make me float."
Velyrian stopped whatever he was doing. Leaning back, he looked at Akamir. "You don't know the basics of mana, do you?"
"He is a first-year student," the woman from the back replied. "And he is a famous troublemaker at that."
"Ah, I see. You sounded too smart for a first-year," Velyrian replied, focusing back on his work.
"Now, shoo. Come back when you are as knowledgeable as Milo over there."
Akamir glanced at the woman, who snorted at him.
Without another word, he began to walk out of the room.
But...
His mind was now filled with thousands of thoughts.
'How many worlds are there?'
He wondered, skipping down a few steps to reach the ground floor.
Akamir already had seen the spirit world, and now he gets to know about another one as well.
'...A lot worse than the spirit world as well.'
Akamir couldn't even begin to imagine what a world where mana originated would look like.
But what bothered him a lot was one thing.
'Why did I only see one world from the space?'
Back when Akamir arrived to this world, he only saw this planet and five massive bodies around it.
There was nothing but darkness except it.
Then...
How were these many worlds connected to this one?
He couldn't be sure about it.
"Who was that guy anyway?" Akamir asked, glancing up at Nayomi.
"Lord Velyrian. Once the head of elven region's research division. He, along with his wife...."
Nayomi halted halfway through as she looked at him.
"....Who is dead now."
Akamir quietly nodded. "...I see."
He let out a sigh as he took out the paper Inara gave him.
The one he needs to give Professor Elbon, the head of curriculum adjustments.
'Let's focus on what is ahead for now.'
He began to walk towards a different building.
---
Changing curriculum was a lot more hard than Akamir had expected.
The way Elbon was looking at him was not what Akamir would like to see.
"He gave me the look like I was some kind of freak who lives off a woman's money."
Akamir groaned, his annoyance spiked just by remembering him.
"Don't bother with them," Nayomi replied, shaking her head. "And it's not like he was—"
"Oh, shut up."
Akamir rubbed his temples as he walked in an empty part of the garden.
He did get what he wanted though.
The classes had already started, but thanks to his special privileges, he doesn't have to join it.
And an empty place within the academy all for himself.
'I only need to attend classes for one or at most two hours.'
The rest of the time, Akamir could spend on himself and expanding his knowledge.
Away from all the headaches he had for quite some time.
"Hmm?"
Akamir's steps slowed down as he heard a soft sniffing voice.
'What's that?'
Curious, he began to follow the voice as it began to grow clearer.
Akamir slowly removed the bushes at the corner of the garden.
'.....'
Only to find Zaina crying in the corner.
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Chapter 46: Mana Theory [1]
'...'
Only to find Zaina crying in the corner.
She was curled up against the base of a tree, knees drawn to her chest.
Her long sleeves soaked with tears as she tried to stifle the sound.
Akamir hesitated.
His first instinct was to walk away.
This wasn't his problem.
He didn't like dealing with emotions he didn't understand, especially when they weren't his.
'I should just quietly walk away.'
Akamir took a step back—.
Crack!
Only to crush a patch of dried leaves.
"Huh?"
Zaina flinched, startled by the sound.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide and glassy from crying.
She blinked rapidly, trying to wipe her face, as if erasing the evidence would erase his presence too.
"I—Sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I didn't think anyone came here."
Akamir shrugged. "Neither did I."
He didn't move closer, just leaned against the tree across from her.
"You want me to leave?"
She paused, then slowly shook her head.
Akamir nodded slightly and glanced up at the dried-up leaves above them, the wind rustling softly.
"So...."
Akamir began, glancing at her.
"Are you crying because you got bullied by a narcissistic idiot on your first day?"
She groaned. "Shut up."
"So it is about that."
Zaina wiped her face again, more annoyed now than embarrassed. "Why are you even here?"
"I could ask the same question." Akamir said as Zaina curled up even further. "I think class started a while ago."
She buried her face in her knees.
"I was thrown out." She whispered. "The teacher said my clothes weren't fit for the academy."
"Let me guess." Akamir rubbed the back of his neck. "That teacher is one of the goons of Lyselle?"
"..."
She remained quiet, confirming his guess.
Akamir exhaled sharply through his nose, crossing his arms.
"That pathetic girl still thinks she owns everything that walks," he muttered.
Zaina glanced up at him, surprised.
"You... know her?"
"Lyselle? Not really." He shrugged. "But I did beat her brother pretty badly."
Zaina chuckled softly. "Yeah... I was there."
Akamir looked around as he had nothing else to say.
There wasn't any pep talk he had not heard or wanted to do so.
"...Hey." Zaina whispered softly, looking up at him. "Can you help me?"
"With what?" He asked, meeting her ember eyes.
"Lyselle." She mumbled, looking away. "Can't you warn her—."
"And why should I do that?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
She blinked. "Aren't you my fiancé—?"
"Use my name all you want but don't expect me to stand beside you." Akamir cut in her words.
"And you aren't my possession that I need to protect, learn to do it yourself."
Zaina stared at him, lips slightly parted.
"...I see," she murmured.
"You don't believe in helping others, do you?"
"I believe in people helping themselves," he replied, pushing off the tree. "Now, get up."
He walked closer and extended his hand towards her.
After hesitating for a while, she grabbed his hand and stood up.
A bell tolled in the distance, signaling the end of the first session.
"Hope the next class isn't as bad." He said, taking a step back from her.
"....Yeah." She replied, turning around as she whispered in a soft voice. "Thanks."
Zaina walked away without any other words.
Akamir sighed as he looked up at Nayomi floating closer to him.
"What?"
"Pick a side." She said, tilting her head. "Do you want to help her or not?"
Akamir rubbed his temples. "I don't know. Alright."
There were so many variables that Akamir could think of right now.
Variables that have definitely changed the entire plot that Nayomi told him.
But... the main change was him.
The one who tormented Zaina the most in the novel.
That alone was enough for him to confirm that she won't turn into an evil tyrant that terrorized everyone in the game.
But just in case things go south...
'I need to keep my distance just enough for her to not affect me.'
Akamir wasn't going to underestimate the girl.
After all, she is an Apostle of a goddess.
There is so much she can do, and he wasn't strong enough to stop it.
Not yet.
'That's why it's better to be a fool.'
The wise hesitate because they understand complexity, while the fools don't.
And mistaking ignorance as strength wasn't something Akamir was going to do.
'I should go join the lecture as well.'
Akamir began to walk in the same direction as Zaina.
The lecture hall was inside a vast building assigned to the first-year students.
Rubbing his neck, Akamir walked inside the building as he noticed two people walking in front of him.
They both wore the same robe as him, ensuring that they were in the same class as him.
"Hey."
Akamir called, making them look back.
One was a boy with sea-green hair tied in a loose ponytail, a relaxed expression on his face.
The other, a boy with golden-brown skin and sharp amber eyes, blinked at him in surprise.
They slowed their pace, and the sea-green-haired boy spoke first.
"You're the Vyavan heir, right?" he asked, tone casual but curious. "Princess Inara's fiancé?"
Akamir gave a short nod. "....Yeah."
The boy grinned, extending his hand. "I have always dreamed to be like you. I'm Viros. And this is my cousin, Luca."
Akamir shook his hand. "Be like me?"
"Yeah, to marry a princess and live a lazy life after that." He replied, laughing softly.
Akamir's lips twitched, but he kept his cool.
"...Viros. I will remember it. So are you going to basic of mana class?" he asked, looking at them.
"Yes." Luca replied, resuming his walk. "And why are you even here?"
"Don't mind him." Viros quickly jumped in the conversation. "He is badly injured in his brain."
'You mean he is retarded?'
Akamir cleared his throat. "How was he injured?"
Viros nodded grimly. "Badly."
'Alright, that's two retards.'
He rubbed his temples as he looked at them once again.
On closer inspection, they don't look like nobles but more like commoners but not like them either.
'...Wait.'
"Wait, are you guys from the church?" Akamir asked, looking at them.
"Yeah." Luca replied. "Got any problem?"
"...No. Just surprised." Akamir mumbled, rubbing his cheek. "So, you guys don't have any parents?"
Viros blinked. "Wow. That was blunt."
Akamir shrugged. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me."
"No. Well, my parents left me to my aunt's house and never came back." Viros replied, with a light bow.
"And Luca's parents died violently twelve years ago... We are living in an orphanage after that."
"...I see." Akamir mumbled. "Must be tough."
They reached the classroom as Akamir stopped in front of them.
"Well, good to know you guys." He said, patting Luca's arm. "I hope you aren't violently killed off one day."
"..."
Leaving both the brothers in stunned silence, Akamir began to walk up the stairs of the classroom and sat on the last bench.
"What was that?" Nayomi asked, looking at him curiously.
"Nothing." Akamir shrugged, sitting on the last bench. "By the way, I'm not a lone wolf type of guy so don't expect anything—."
"Hey!"
His words halted as Viros shoved him inside and sat beside him.
"That was a nice joke."
Akamir grumbled. "I was genuinely worried."
"...."
Luca glared at him as he took his seat just below them.
"By the way....."
As if remembering it, Akamir narrowed his eyes.
"I am a noble, why aren't you treating me like one?"
"Don't worry about that."
Viros replied, grinning at him.
"We are a special case."
"....Right."
Akamir mumbled, surprised by how his prediction came true.
'So, are they really retarded?'
Before he could ask them—
The teacher arrived.
'...The fuck?'
Who was none other than their headmistress.
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