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Chapter 52: Date [2]
"The Lythanis kingdom contacted me yesterday."
She said, her voice soft, but her expression remained hardened.
"They want to support me as the next queen."
Akamir fully turned to look at her.
His expression was serious as he rubbed his face.
Akamir blinked.
The wind paused, or maybe it just felt like it.
For a moment, everything seemed too still.
"...Why now?" he asked, voice even.
Inara didn't look away this time. "They offered support. They say they believe in me now and will help me claim the throne."
Akamir quietly nodded.
He didn't jump to conclusions, nor did he shout at her.
"Tell me you don't believe in their bullshit," Akamir said, leaning closer. "It's obviously a trap."
"....I know," she replied, rubbing her temples. "I know that."
"Then why are you entertaining it?" Akamir pressed, his voice low.
Inara looked up at him, her eyes tired.
"Because it's still an offer. And I can't afford to throw away every lifeline I get, even if it's fraying at the edges."
"Even if it's laced with poison?" he shot back.
She didn't answer.
The boat creaked beneath them, swaying gently with the current.
Around them, the sea stretched vast and quiet, and they moved closer to the tower.
Akamir turned away, jaw clenched. "Lythanis. Of all kingdoms... They can use you as a justification to rule this place."
"I know," she said again, quieter this time. "But they offered resources. Discreet ones. Gold. Contacts. Information. And so much more."
"Information they could just as easily use against you."
"Do you think I don't know that?" she snapped, her control slipping just a little. "I'm not stupid, Asher. I'm desperate."
She looked down, voice breaking. "I just want to survive this. I want to protect the people loyal to me."
Akamir sighed, leaning against the boat.
He didn't say anything, and by the looks of it, she was aware of the danger.
There were so many ways that he could think of.
So many ways this could go wrong.
"I'm not blaming you," Akamir said at last, voice quiet, the wind tugging gently at his shirt. "But desperate people make reckless choices."
"I wish it were simpler," she whispered. "I wish I could trust someone. Anyone."
Akamir guiltily looked at her without a word.
Slowly, he spoke. "Why did you tell me this?"
"I...I don't know," she stammered, shaking her head. "I just felt like it."
".....Yeah."
Akamir mumbled, rubbing his neck as the enormous tower loomed closer.
The boat stopped at the edge of the lighthouse, and Akamir moved out first.
He helped Inara get down from the boat as he tied the rope tightly at the edge.
Akamir resumed his walk as he moved inside the lighthouse, away from the waves.
Inara followed behind him.
The spiral staircase loomed over them, and Akamir didn't waste his time before starting to climb it.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Inara asked, climbing just behind him. "Anything?"
"What do you want to hear?" Akamir replied, glancing back at her. "I will say just that."
"That's not what I meant—."
"Do you think greatness is given, princess?" he asked, interrupting her words. "Do you think that power is handed to the meek? Idle? Fearful?"
"..."
Inara opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out of it.
"No. Princess. Power is earned," he continued, moving further up. "And if you use others' power, then you are bound to lose everything one day."
Inara gripped the railing tighter as she followed him.
"And what if I already have nothing?" she said, breathless from both the climb and the weight in her chest.
"What if I've already lost too much to care about what's earned?"
Akamir paused on the steps, one hand against the stone wall. He didn't turn.
"Strength is the justification for everything, princess," he said quietly. "If you have strength, then you will have everything."
"..."
They reached the top of the lighthouse, where the glass dome let in fractured shards of sunlight.
The sea stretched out in every direction, endless and indifferent.
Inara stepped beside him, arms crossed against the cold.
"I still don't know what to do," she mumbled, looking down. "I guess I am still not ready."
"Don't push yourself too hard," Akamir said, walking around. "You still have time to build yourself."
She just nodded before she looked at him.
"Hm?"
Akamir stopped in one place as he noticed something at the corner.
It was something big with a large flashlight.
He turned to look at her. "Is that a camera?"
"..Yes," Inara replied, walking towards it. "It's one that belongs to the capital newspaper."
Akamir frowned. "There are newspapers here?"
"Yes, only for commoners though," she replied, setting up the camera. "Most of them are forged and only glorify the kingdom."
"...Makes sense," he mumbled. "But why are you setting a camera here?"
She slowly turned to look at him. "I told one of those newspapers that they will get something good to publish if they left one of the cameras here."
Akamir remained silent for a while before his eyes widened. "No way."
"That's the only way to prove my love for you."
"Are you stupid?" he snapped. "Your reputation will be ruined—"
"It's already ruined, Asher," she said, walking towards him. "And please don't force me to beg you."
Akamir sighed.
She slowly moved closer and wrapped her hands around his waist.
Akamir looked at her. "This is the last time."
She nodded and closed her eyes, bringing her face closer.
He leaned in.
Their lips met gently at first, but it quickly deepened.
Inara's hands clutched tighter against him, her body melting into his.
Akamir kissed her like he was afraid this might be the last time.
A click echoed beside them.
They didn't pull away immediately, lost in the silence between heartbeats.
Then Akamir opened his eyes, barely turning his head to glance over his shoulder.
The camera's red light flickered once before dying.
He sighed against her lips. "That thing just took the shot, didn't it?"
"Yes," she whispered, her forehead resting against his.
"You're really insane, Inara."
"I know,"
Akamir didn't say anything else.
---
When the date ended, Akamir returned to his estate in the capital city.
Zia was standing in front of the hall, waiting for him.
She quickly moved closer as soon as he entered.
"How was it?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"It was good," Akamir replied, pushing her face away.
Zia wrinkled her nose but didn't step back. "That's all you're giving me? After running off for hours with a princess who might get you killed?"
Akamir tossed his coat to a nearby chair and walked past her.
"She's not going to get me killed," he muttered. "Not yet, anyway."
Zia narrowed her eyes and followed. "What does that mean?"
"That's none of your business."
"Come on, tell me."
Akamir completely ignored her as he began to walk towards his room.
"Is dinner ready?" he asked, glancing back at her.
"Yes. Should I serve?" she asked, returning to her maid self.
"No. I will eat later," Akamir replied as he opened the door of his room. "Just warm my bath please."
"Okay, young master."
Akamir nodded as he closed the door and threw himself on the bed.
"Are you still believing in that maid?" Nayomi said, glaring at him. "She is dangerous."
"She is still my maid," Akamir mumbled, too tired to argue. "As long as she doesn't harm me, I don't care."
Nayomi didn't speak any other words as she floated close to his bed.
But....
She halted at the side of the bed.
Akamir curiously looked at her. "What happened?"
"Uh, it's breaking," she mumbled, staring at him.
"The egg."
Akamir quickly pushed himself up and began to rush towards it.
Just like she said, the hard shell mottled of black and silver was slowly breaking.
"It's coming,"
Akamir mumbled, smiling.
"Void Fox."
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Chapter 53: Void Fox [PS Bonus]
"It's coming,"
Akamir mumbled, smiling.
"Void Fox."
A faint hum began to rise from the egg, low and melodic.
Akamir knelt beside it, eyes fixed as the black-and-silver shell cracked further,
light spilling from the fractures in thin, glowing threads.
Akamir slowly raised his hand to touch it.
Nayomi quickly slapped it away. "Don't touch it."
Akamir glared at her as the surface of the egg pulsed.
Nayomi floated closer, her expression unusually solemn.
She was the one who was aware of what type of beast the void fox is.
Something that could end the world if given enough time.
"Be careful," she warned. "Its first moments can be... volatile."
Akamir rubbed his hands. "What do I need to do?"
"Why don't you shut up for now."
"...."
Akamir rubbed his face as he looked at the egg carefully.
Crack!!
The shell finally split with a soft pop, and a soft mist rose from within, curling unnaturally.
From the mist emerged a creature small, lithe, and delicate at first glance.
Its fur shimmered with hues of black so deep they seemed to absorb light, but along its spine ran streaks of silver-blue, like stars stretched into lines.
A tail tipped with violet flame curled behind it like an elegant crown.
Its eyes opened.
Twin galaxies stared back at Akamir.
A blink, and the room dimmed around them like the light had been sucked out.
"Hmm?"
A small violet crystal embedded in its head took Akamir's attention.
The creature blinked once more, and suddenly it was in front of Akamir, nose to his chest, without crossing the distance.
'How did it—?'
Akamir held his breath.
It sniffed him. Once. Twice.
Then slowly pressed its head into his palm.
"Kyuu~."
A soft melodic voice escaped its lips as the galaxy eyes stared back at Akamir.
"It's beautiful."
Akamir mumbled, hesitantly rubbing its head.
The void fox didn't shy away from showing him affection.
It rubbed its head against his hand as it let out another soft voice.
Akamir quickly looked at Nayomi. "What do I do now?"
She frowned. "I don't know, maybe feed him."
"What?" he asked back as the fox began to rub its body against him like a cat. "Wait, what do void foxes even eat?"
"It's a child," she replied, not entirely sure as well. "Maybe milk?"
"Whose milk!?"
"What type of question is that?"
"Are you dumb?"
Nayomi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You're the dumb one asking what kind of milk. Just find something."
Akamir scowled. "Didn't you steal the egg? Couldn't you at least learn what they eat?"
"I used to kill those things before they matured and not learn what type of milk they like."
"You are useless."
"Shut up."
The void fox nuzzled his leg again, its tail flicking with a strange rhythm as though it was listening, or understanding their bickering.
Then, suddenly, it yawned.
"Kyuu~."
It moved closer to Akamir and used its paws to rise up.
"What's it doing?"
Akamir wondered aloud as the beast began to play with his chest.
"Wait—."
The void fox ripped off his shirt with its sharp nails.
"Wait, wait, I don't lactate, stop—."
Akamir's panicked voice stopped as the beast rubbed its forehead against his chest.
A spark rushed all over his body before—.
BOOOM!!!
Something hit his chest like a hammer, throwing him away.
"Akamir!"
Nayomi yelled as she rushed towards him as he struggled to move.
'I can't breathe!'
His eyes were open, but unfocused.
Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth.
'Fuck! Fuck!'
A heat surged all over his chest, forcing Akamir to tear out his own shirt.
"Arghh!"
He groaned, feeling a cracking in his chest like something was trying to enter his body.
Looking down, he noticed a small violet crystal embedded in his chest.
'W-What is this?'
The crystal pulsed once, twice, before flaring with a surge of violet light that burned his veins from the inside out.
"ARGHHH!!"
Akamir screamed.
Not from pain alone, but from the feeling of something ancient, vast, and starless tearing into his core.
Just like the pain started, it stopped in the next instant.
Akamir lay flat on the ground, chest heaving, the glow fading from the crystal embedded in his skin.
The once-violet light now dimmed into a cool, smoky blue against his chest.
Akamir blinked, and the void fox was standing over his chest.
"Kyuu~."
It licked his face as if it wasn't the one who made him go through such pain.
Akamir sighed as he looked up at Nayomi.
She noticed his gaze and rubbed her temples.
"They usually do this with their mother," she explained.
"That way, they can hide in the crystal when they want to sleep or are in danger."
"You could have told me sooner," Akamir groaned as he slowly sat back up.
"I have never seen them doing it with humans," she replied, her voice low. "I didn't know it was even possible."
"Why do they do that?" Akamir groaned, rubbing the void fox. "Unless they want to torture their mother."
"It's to create a bond," she muttered. "You're where it returns to. For rest. For safety."
As if to verify her words, the void fox yawned before it moved closer.
Its body turned into a cluster of violet as it entered the crystal on his chest.
"....."
Akamir quickly touched his chest, feeling a heaviness of the fox inside it.
"Sense your core," Nayomi said, taking his attention. "You might find something interesting."
Akamir nodded softly before he closed his eyes.
The core around his abdomen surged at his will.
"Hm?"
It only took him a second to notice a few changes.
Like how it was somehow connected to the crystal on his chest.
How his mana....
"It has become even more purified," Akamir mumbled, rubbing his temples.
'Did that thing turn me into some kind of monster?'
He wondered as he summoned his status screen.
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Name: Asher/ Akamir Leon Vyavan.
True name: [Locked]
Core: [Orange] [Tier 2]
Saturation: 4/10
---
Attributes:
Strength: 24
Agility: 23
Endurance: 25
Charm: 40
---
Memories:
[Hollow Crown of Extinction]
---
Bound:
Void Fox.
Skill set:
Tail of Unlaughter: Infect a target with crushing existential dread, paralyzing them.
Tail of ???: [Locked]
---
Skills:
[Vyavan Sword Art]
[Holy Aura]
[Foxdrift]
[Emperor Sword Art]
---
Unique traits:
King's Will.
Devourer.
Chi user.
Prodigy.
Mana tempering.
====
Akamir slowly turned to look at Nayomi. "What did it do to my core?"
"Evolve it," she replied, folding her arms. "He increased your potential by a lot."
"Evolved it?"
"Yes." Nayomi walked around him, her tone almost begrudging. "It changes the way their magic flows."
Akamir raised a brow. "Is that why it felt like I was being set on fire from the inside out?"
"Pretty much."
Akamir blinked then let out a sigh.
"What else can I do?" Akamir asked, rubbing his neck.
"I don't know." She shrugged, looking away. "That thing isn't something you should have anyway."
Akamir groaned, standing back up. "I am not killing it."
"Yeah, sure."
He walked, stretching his body as he felt pain all over it.
'Fuck. I feel like dying.'
He threw himself on the bed, too tired to even move anymore.
'Hm?'
Just as he dragged his hand on the bedsheet, he felt something.
He looked at his hand.
There was something that buzzed at his fingertips.
'...What?'
It was a violet lightning.
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Chapter 54: Runes [1]
"Kyuu~."
A small, tiny sound echoed softly in his mind, almost like a purr.
"I don't know what that means."
Akamir grumbled, tapping his chest where the violet crystal was embedded.
"Kyuu!"
"...Yeah, whatever you say."
He grumbled, walking on the polished surface of the academy as he made his way towards the teacher's building.
It had been a full day since the void fox had hatched and bonded with him.
The pain was all gone, replaced by an uncomfortable amount of energy in his body.
'I feel like I can walk forever.'
He mused, walking past the main gate as he made his way on the spiraling stairs.
As he walked up, he noticed a few female teachers glancing and smiling at him.
That had never happened before, and it made him perplexed.
"Is there something else that changed?" Akamir asked, glancing up at Nayomi.
Nayomi observed him quietly.
"It's your face." She mumbled. "You look a lot more handsome now."
"...I see."
Akamir mumbled, stroking his chin.
Though he was aware of his charm going up.
'It wasn't supposed to go this much.'
He sighed, arriving at the first floor and began to move towards the end of the hall.
There, the door was open just like before.
At its center of the room floated a small crystal-like object, glowing with a silvery-blue hue.
Akamir pushed open the door and quietly walked in.
"I believe I told you not to come here, boy." A voice echoed from the other side of the circular desk. "Not until you are at the level of Milo."
"I couldn't help it." Akamir replied, walking further inside the room. "And I won't bother you, I promise."
From the other side of the room, Velyrian's head peeked out. "Why are you not in your class?"
"I had a deal that allows me to bunk useless ones." Akamir said, looking around the room.
The place was a real mess.
Beakers, containers, different types of ores, and various gadgets filled the room, making it all the more authentic.
"That's a... really good deal." Velyrian replied, touching his long ear. "Human entices are always bad."
Akamir just nodded as he walked towards him.
Velyrian remained seated on his wheelchair as he stared at a diagram.
It was a rough sketch of overlapping sigils, an orbit of runes circling a core shaped like an eye.
He didn't recognize most of them.
"What are those?" Akamir asked as he stood right behind him.
"They are called runes." Velyrian replied, tapping his finger on the desk. "A language of magic that was discovered in the first era."
"First era?"
"The time when everything started." He explained. "When demigods were common and gods lived among mortals."
Akamir nodded, staring at the different runes. "And why are you studying them?"
Velyrian leaned back on his chair as he glanced back at him.
"Ven." He said, pointing at the crystal orb in the middle. "That thing mimics runes and enhances them."
Akamir frowned. "What?"
"It's as you heard." He replied, going back to his work. "It does things that are outside of our understanding."
"How does that even work and wasn't it just a portal thing?" Akamir asked, getting more curious. "Wouldn't that make it a bit too powerful?"
'Wait, who am I kidding?'
Akamir himself has one of the most broken artifacts with him.
What is a portal to another world compared to it?
'...Yeah.'
He threw those thoughts out of his mind as he observed Velyrian.
The elf took out a leathery paper and began to engrave something on it.
He then passed it to Akamir. "Throw it at the Ven."
"What?" Akamir frowned. "Why?"
He urged. "Just do it."
Akamir sighed and walked closer and extended his hand.
The crystal pulled the paper on its own, burning it as soon as it came into contact.
Velyrian moved his wheelchair a little back and wore safety goggles.
He then pointed at the pot in the corner. "Now throw that plant as well."
"....."
Though doubtful, Akamir picked up the pot and inspected it.
'It's dying.'
He thought, noticing the brown patches in the plant.
Akamir looked at him once again, who didn't speak anything.
'Here goes nothing.'
He tossed the pot at the Ven.
"Holy—!"
And his eyes widened in the next instant.
As soon as the plant came into contact with the Ven, a humming sound echoed, and it began to heal.
The dying brown leaves flushed back into green, the stem straightened with a jolt.
Akamir blinked, and the plant had not only healed but bloomed.
Bright violet flowers burst open in the pot, humming with a faint glow.
Akamir blinked again, and the plant died the next moment.
The pot fell down, its sound echoing in the silence.
"That's... not possible," Akamir muttered, taking a step back. "That thing reversed death."
Velyrian began to take notes. "Not death. Decay. There's a difference."
Akamir quickly walked towards him. "What rune did you make me throw at it?"
"It's called rune of life." He replied without looking up. "It's commonly used for healing by elves."
Akamir nodded, helping Velyrian get back to his desk.
"Why did it destroy the plant?" Akamir asked, glancing at his work.
"That's what I am trying to understand." Velyrian mumbled, shaking his head. "It always does that. Like it's trying to—."
"—Complete a cycle."
Akamir completed his words subconsciously.
Velyrian smiled faintly. "I knew you were smart."
Akamir was too busy thinking, so he just nodded his head.
"How did you create such a thing?" He asked. "It's fascinating."
"I didn't create it." Velyrian mumbled. "My master did."
"Master?"
A silence lingered between them as Velyrian turned quiet, not speaking anything.
"Alright, enough questions." He snapped. "Now, get lost."
"Wait, is this why you are trying to open the portal?" Akamir asked, glancing back at Ven. "To determine why it behaves like this?"
"What do you know—."
"I can think of a few reasons why it does that." Akamir said, taking Velyrian by surprise.
He frowned. "What?"
"Wait a minute."
Akamir mumbled, looking around until his gaze landed on a movable board.
He quickly grabbed it and placed it in front of Velyrian.
"Hey! That's important."
Akamir ignored him as he wiped the already written theories on it.
"Let's start with the basic one." He said, writing it down on the board. "That the plant is actually rejecting the healing."
Velyrian quieted down, as he looked at him seriously. "Elaborate."
"Healing requires energy. If Ven transfers too much energy too quickly, the plant will logically reject it." He wrote it down on the board.
"Like overwatering or over-fertilizing it."
"That's your most basic theory?" Velyrian mumbled. "What about the other?"
"Other thing could be the energy is too pure." Akamir replied, writing it down as well. "That can also harm the plant, which is made to take the impure energy."
Velyrian nodded his head in agreement; he too understood the theories and the logic behind his words.
"What is your next theory?" He asked, a little more excited.
"What is happening?"
A voice suddenly interrupted them.
Milo, his assistant, walked inside the room with two cups of coffee.
She looked at Velyrian before her eyes shifted to Akamir, who was still writing.
"You! Boy! I told you not to come—."
"Let him be, Milo." Velyrian quickly interrupted her. "He can stay here."
"But master—."
"It's an order." He said, his voice deep. "Listen to me, child."
Milo hesitated before she just nodded and passed him the coffee.
Akamir quickly moved back as soon as he finished his writing.
"And the most interesting one is—." He said, pointing at the infinity sign at the corner of the board. "—Time dilation."
"...What do you mean?" Velyrian asked, sipping his coffee.
Akamir tapped the sideways at what he had written.
"Ven doesn't just pour energy in, it compresses a slice of time around the target."
He rubbed his chin, trying to find the right words to explain them.
"The plant lived an entire day or week inside a single heartbeat, so it bloomed, withered, and died all at once."
Velyrian froze mid-sip as he looked at him. "The rune of life shouldn't be able to bend time, only nurture."
"Exactly." Akamir pointed at Ven, whose silver-blue glow pulsed lazily in mid-air.
"It's a catalyst that, when it recognizes a pattern, forces that pattern to its logical end state."
He tapped onto the board, grinning. "And what's the logical end of life?"
Milo's eyes widened. "Death."
Velyrian set her cup down, deep in thought. "That explains why every sample disintegrated, even when we tried inert minerals."
Akamir placed the marker down and pushed the board back to its place.
"Wait, why are you stopping now!?" Velyrian snapped. "We just had a breakthrough!"
"I need to know more about runes to come up with more ideas." Akamir replied, shrugging.
Even though he could think of more, he wasn't going to do it for free.
'And runes are pretty helpful for artifact making.'
Just like he expected, Velyrian took the bait.
"How long are you free?" He asked, looking at him seriously.
Akamir blinked innocently. "Till lunch."
"Alright."
Velyrian said, clapping his hands.
"Let me tell you about runes."
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Chapter 55: Runes [2]
"What do you know about runes?"
Velyrian asked, glancing back at Akamir as Milo pushed his wheelchair toward the desk.
"Nothing much," Akamir admitted. "This is the first I've heard of them."
Velyrian sighed. "Why are humans so stupid?"
Akamir didn't have an answer for that.
It hadn't been long since he had found himself in Asher's body.
A little over a month, maybe.
There was still so much he didn't understand... so much he'd never even heard of before.
'If I can, I want to learn as much as possible while I'm here.'
"Runes, like I told you earlier, are the language of magic or mana," Velyrian said as they reached his desk.
He opened a plain notebook, flipping through its pages.
"Those who study runes are called Rune Masters."
Akamir mumbled, "That's quite straightforward."
"It is," Milo replied, sliding a chair in his direction. "Take a seat."
Akamir sat down next to Velyrian, who had begun sketching something inside the notebook.
"There are seven ranks of Rune Masters," Velyrian said, "and three types of Rune Forms."
Akamir's interest piqued at the words.
'Is it similar to what I had back in my old world?'
He wondered to himself, rubbing his chin.
Back in his original world, people had used circuits to forge weapons that stored chi.
Akamir had used them too, and he knew how effective they could be.
Velyrian turned the notebook and slid it toward him.
On the page were several hand-drawn symbols, sharp, geometric lines intersecting and looping in strange ways.
"These are the Prime Runes," Velyrian explained, tapping the page. "There are nine in total."
Akamir leaned closer, reading the words beneath each symbol.
"Fire, water, wind, earth, life, decay, light, ice, darkness..."
"Learn to use two of them and you'll be ranked an Apprentice," Velyrian said, leaning back. "Five, and you'll reach Adept."
Milo returned with a set of pens and a clean notebook.
"Master all nine and you'll be at my level—Arcanist."
She placed the notebook in front of him and stepped away.
'Why is she looking at me like that?'
Akamir wondered, glancing at her, who had a strange smile on her face.
The smile of someone who was going to enjoy a show.
"You mentioned three types of Rune Forms," Akamir said, returning his attention to Velyrian. "What are they?"
"Prime Runes are the basics," Velyrian replied. "Then you have Ascendant Runes, which deal with more advanced concepts."
He paused for a moment before lowering his voice.
"World Runes are... forbidden."
'Hmm....'
Akamir noted the sudden shift in tone.
There was a faint sadness there, but he didn't bring it up.
Velyrian's mood could turn on a dime, and Akamir had no intention of triggering another outburst.
"Now," Velyrian said suddenly, clapping his hands together. "Start learning."
"Huh?" Akamir blinked. "You mean right now?"
Velyrian's ears twitched. "You think we've got all year?"
"I mean—."
"Start learning, boy," Velyrian snapped, eyes narrowing. "You're not leaving until you do."
Akamir sighed and glanced at Milo, who was barely holding back her laughter.
'Ah, now I get it.'
The reason for that strange smile before...
'Fuck.'
... It's because he was trapped.
He picked up the pen Milo had given him and hovered it above the blank page.
He wasn't even sure where to start.
"Try drawing the fire rune first," Milo suggested. "That one's usually the easiest."
"Alright," he muttered.
He copied it exactly, but nothing happened.
He tried again, but still the result was the same.
He frowned. "It's not working."
"Because drawing a rune isn't enough," Velyrian said. "You have to pour your mana into it."
"...Right."
He tried again, yet... nothing happened.
"Try again,"
Velyrian said, looking at him.
Akamir tried again. Then again.
Yet he couldn't make the symbol perfectly.
---
'Urgh, what a pain in the ass.'
Three hours later, Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped out of the teacher's building.
His mind was spinning from failed attempts.
He couldn't get even a single rune to activate.
'What am I doing wrong?'
He stared up at the sky, frustrated. It wasn't like the symbols were difficult to draw.
It's just that he always made some kind of mistake.
"You need practice," Nayomi said, drawing his attention. "Runes can't be mastered in a day."
"...Hmm."
"Wait," he said, turning to her, "you studied them too?"
Nayomi floated closer until she was beside him.
"To make artifacts, runes are essential," she said softly. "So yes, I had to learn."
"What rank did you reach?"
"Worldforger," she replied without hesitation. Her voice carried a hint of pride. "It's the highest rank there is."
"...That's impressive," Akamir muttered. "So, how strong are you now?"
"My strength depends on your rank," she said. "Not that it matters without a physical body."
'So, she is regressed back to Orange Core?'
Akamir wondered, nodding to himself.
It made sense to him, as she was connected with him in a way he can't explain.
'I can still feel the red thread that kept us connected.'
He let out a slow breath and began walking toward the cafeteria.
"Your core's unstable," Nayomi noted, glancing at his abdomen. "I can feel the ripples from here."
"Seriously?" he asked, frowning. "Think it's because of Void Fox?"
"Yes," she said with a nod. "You should be careful. You don't really know what that thing is capable of."
"Kyuu!"
As if offended by her words, the Void Fox screamed in his mind.
'....'
Akamir stopped in his tracks as something crossed his mind.
'Can it hear Nayomi?'
He wondered, looking at the woman who tilted her head in confusion.
'...No way. That would be too much.'
He shook his head and pushed the thought aside as he reached the cafeteria.
The scent of baked bread and simmering stew hit him instantly, making his stomach grumble.
A few students nearby turned their heads, looking at him.
As he passed them, they began to whisper behind him.
'The fuck is wrong with them?'
Akamir frowned in annoyance as he picked up a tray and began to move towards the food.
"Yo!"
Someone slapped his back.
Akamir turned to find Viros grinning at him, his sea-green hair tied in a lazy ponytail.
"Where've you been?" Viros asked, picking up food from the commoners' line. "And why aren't you eating upstairs?"
Akamir glanced up at the second floor, where most of the nobles were.
The place was much more organised than the first floor, with waiters serving them.
The academy claimed equality, but the system said otherwise.
"I like the food here," Akamir said, adding stew to his tray. "Tastes better."
"You're weird," Viros said.
"You're one to talk."
After picking up a modest portion of food, Akamir moved along with Viros.
They made their way to an empty table near the back wall where Luca was already seated.
"How you doing, special child?" Akamir said, taking his seat in front of him.
Luca just glared at him. "Don't call me that."
"Come on," Akamir grumbled. "I am not calling you that because you are a ginger."
"My hair is golden—."
"Nope," Viros interrupted, sitting beside him. "They are definitely ginge—."
"Shut up!"
Viros scoffed. "Alright, geez."
Luca drew in a deep breath as he took a newspaper from his pocket.
'How did he even fit that inside?'
Unaware of Akamir's question, he slid the newspaper in his direction.
"Care to explain this?" Luca asked, showing him the front page.
It was a picture of Akamir and Inara kissing passionately.
And the headline was...
A real love story of a princess.
'...That's cringe.'
Akamir barely controlled his expression as he looked back at Luca. "What about it?"
Luca pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to maintain his composure.
"Why did the princess even like a guy like you?"
"Must be something magical," Viros mumbled, glancing between Akamir's legs.
Akamir's lips twitched as he sighed. "Don't bother with my love life."
"Oh, we wouldn't have if we had any," Viros grumbled softly.
"Single?"
"Gay."
"What?"
"What?"
Akamir frowned in confusion as Viros blinked innocently.
'Didn't he just say gay?'
Akamir opened his mouth to speak again—.
Bam!
"Can't you see, blind idiot!?"
But a sudden sound made him stop.
He turned his head as he found a few students blocking a girl's path.
A tray lay at the lavender-haired girl's feet.
"..."
Akamir stared at Zaina, who stood with her head bowed.
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Bam!
"Can't you see, blind idiot!?"
The food in Zaina's hand fell on the floor as the girl in front of her slapped it away.
'Huh?'
Zaina guiltily looked down at her feet where the food had all been spilled on the ground.
'What did I do?'
She wondered, her mind taking too much time to register the event.
Zaina remembered minding her own business and trying to find an empty seat.
Then, a girl bumped into her on purpose.
Zaina glared at the smug girl in front of her.
The cafeteria seemed to hush around her, the laughter and whispers growing louder only in Zaina's ears.
Her heart throbbed as she felt her senses harden.
She knew this game.
She'd seen it play out before, in other noble houses.
Things were always the same.
Just a new face trying to trample on her.
'Let's calm down.'
Zaina thought, taking in deep breaths.
Even though she was angry, she didn't want to cause a scene.
Her family sat just barely above commoners in the noble hierarchy.
If she got expelled over something stupid like this...
...only an arranged marriage would await her.
'I don't want that.'
Not with a boy she knew was in love with someone else.
"Cat got your tongue?" the girl mocked, stepping closer, crowding her space. "Or did you leave your brain in the trash can?"
A few students behind her chuckled, watching like it was some lunchtime entertainment.
'Calm down.'
Zaina clenched her jaw.
She could feel the weight of stares pressing down on her shoulders, waiting to see if she'd crack or crumble.
No.
She bent down calmly, picking up her overturned bowl and broken tray piece by piece.
"You really are pathetic," the girl sneered, turning to walk away—
Thud.
A foot landed hard on the girl's outstretched leg, tripping her mid-turn.
She stumbled forward, crashing into the table beside her, knocking over someone else's drink.
Gasps rippled through the room.
Zaina stood up slowly, looking at her.
"I guess I'm not the blind one after all," she said softly.
The girl's head snapped around, hair clinging to her now-wet face.
Her eyes blazed with embarrassment and fury.
"You—!" she began.
'I have done it now.'
Zaina sighed as she began to walk away from that girl.
She didn't want to escalate things, but there was only so much a person could take.
"Stop you stupid—!"
In a burst of rage, the girl hurled a glass of juice at Zaina.
Caught off guard, she froze in place as the glass rushed at her.
—Kill her.
A voice echoed in her mind.
—KILL HER.
'NO!'
Zaina shut her eyes as she braced herself for impact.
Bam!
Yet the glass never came to her.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the girl standing in shock.
She slowly followed her gaze.
Finding the glass of juice lying close to a boy with wheat-blonde hair.
Juice dripped down his shirt.
Zaina half opened her mouth.
'Asher?'
---
'Haaah.'
Akamir let out a tired sigh, his back soaked in sticky juice.
"You are soaking wet buddy." Viros said, holding back his laughter. "Want me to discharge that ener—"
"Shut up."
Akamir groaned. He stood slowly, the chair behind him scraping against the floor.
The girl who had thrown the cup seemed to realize the gravity of her mistake far too late.
"I—I didn't mean to hit you!" she stammered, her voice cracking. "It was for her—!"
Akamir ignored her words as he walked closer until he stood in front of her.
"Do you want to get expelled?" Akamir asked tilting his head.
"W-what?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Wait, you can't just expel me." She said, trying to act confident. "My father is a prince Lucien's personal knight—"
"My fiancée is the vice headmistress." Akamir cut in her words.
"Do you think it's hard for me to get someone like you expelled?"
The girl swallowed hard.
Even though her father was in a good place within the royal family servants, he wasn't above the princess.
If Akamir really did ask her then there was nothing she could do.
"Uh, Sir...Asher—"
"I will give you one warning." Akamir said, smiling gently. "If I see you bully anyone again then..."
He didn't finish his words but just smiled brightly.
The girl nodded absentmindedly.
Akamir turned around as he looked at Zaina who guiltily stood there.
He didn't say anything but moved back to his seat.
"That was cool." Viros said, looking at him. "Using your other fiancée to save another one."
Akamir looked at him with surprise. "How do you know she is my fiancée?"
"Baron Erwald said it in front of everyone." Luca said, eating his food. "You think it's not a news by now?"
Akamir just nodded, thinking it was a valid point.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling as he wiped some of the juice off his shirt with a napkin.
"By the way, I don't understand something." Akamir mumbled looking at them.
"Even though it's commonly known that she is my fiancée then why is she getting bullied?"
Luca stopped eating as he looked at him. "You really don't know, huh?"
Akamir frowned. "Know what?"
"Your family is declining." Viros explained unlike his usual goofy self. "After your elder brother's death, things have changed."
Akamir grew even more interested. "How so?"
"For starters, your family has lost half of its nobles who worked under you." He said, drinking his juice.
"They have sworn alliance to other dukes completely abandoning your family."
"If you don't know, every duke has to give an astronomical amount of tax which they collected from the nobles below them."
Luca said, finishing his food as he leaned back.
"Where do you think is that tax will come from now on?"
"From our own pocket." Akamir mumbled rubbing his chin. "And sooner or later we will be left with nothing."
Viros chuckled as he stood up. "Now you understand why no one is taking you seriously."
Akamir just nodded finishing his food as well.
'Having Inara as my fiancée doesn't help much.'
With her sudden declaration of love for him, she has already lost all her reputation.
'And her support.'
It wouldn't be surprising if she isn't taken seriously as well.
'Well looks like we're screwed.'
Akamir thought, standing up and brushing off his shirt.
Just as he turned around, he immediately halted.
Zaina stood there blocking his path, her hands crumpling her own skirt.
"Something I can help you with?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
"W-why?" She stammered looking at him. "Why did you help me?"
Akamir let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples.
"I didn't want to help you." He mumbled. "I did it 'cause she threw juice at me."
"..."
Zaina turned silent staring at him.
Akamir began to walk past her as she refused to budge.
But he halted as he heard a tiny whisper.
"...Thank you." Zaina mumbled, walking away.
Akamir just sighed.
He placed the tray on the platform and cleaned his hands.
With nothing else to do, he began to walk back to Velyrian's office.
"Why did you do that?" Nayomi asked, floating closer to him. "Why did you save her?"
"I just said—"
"You used telekinesis to make the glass hit you." She cut in his words. "Don't try to fool me."
"..."
Akamir remained silent as he rubbed his temples.
Honestly, he himself was not sure why he helped her.
'Perhaps, it's guilt conscience?'
Even though it wasn't him who raped her Akamir still felt a sense of uneasiness around her.
Maybe that's why he stepped in.
"It was Lucien who sent that girl to bully Zaina." Nayomi said, looking at him.
"By making others torment her and become a hero later on by saving her at his birthday party."
"I figured that much." Akamir grumbled. "Wait, his birthday?"
"Yeah." She said. "It should be soon."
Akamir sighed.
'Another pain to deal with.'
Akamir was already aware of the things that Lucien planned for his birthday.
And it wasn't good for him in any way.
'I need to be ready for it.'
"Hey, Akamir."
Nayomi said, floating in front of him.
"I have something to say."
Akamir tilted his head. "I am listening."
"I have something on my mind that I want to try."
She said, looking into his eyes.
"But for that...we need to go back to the spirit world."
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"Alright, let me get your plan straight."
Akamir mumbled the words, staring blankly at the ceiling of his room.
"You want to create a pocket space inside the spirit world?"
Nayomi, floating beside him, nodded. "Yes."
Akamir groaned, rolling onto his side so he could look at her properly.
Her long blonde hair drifted behind her in the air, and her sky-blue eyes met his without hesitation.
He slowly lowered his gaze, catching himself as his eyes lingered on her body.... her clothes didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.
"...And how exactly do you plan to do that?" he asked, clearing his throat, trying to act like he hadn't just been staring.
Nayomi didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care.
She spun lazily in the air, her golden anklets jingling softly.
"I've been thinking about it since I saw those fairies," she said. "A small space where they can live freely."
"You want me to risk my life for some fairies?" Akamir sat up and ran a hand through his damp hair.
"That doesn't sound like the best idea to me."
"Do you think I'm asking for free?" she scoffed. "Didn't you want items exclusive to you? I'm offering you exactly that."
Akamir paused, interest flashing in his eyes. "Wait... can that pocket realm—"
"Yes. It can grow spirit herbs," she interrupted before he could finish. "And I'm sure you'll be able to form a contract with a spirit too."
That made Akamir fall into deep thought.
'I heard the elves give those with a contract with a spirit an honorary residence.'
Elves of this world once had a deep relationship with the fairies.
Once, the elves were the only ones who could bond with fairies... well, until Nayomi showed up.
If things worked out, maybe he could form an alliance through his company.
'No, there's more potential than that.'
He stood and began pacing slowly, his mind racing.
The possibilities were immense and he was well aware of it.
Spirit herbs that no one else could grow.
Elves would pay any price for them without hesitation.
'Money isn't important. The main problem is that the condition of Vyavan family is already deteriorating.'
Even with the treasure he'd gained through Nayomi, he couldn't spend it carelessly.
Not with the World Reserve Bank watching the market like hawks.
Akamir's jaw tightened at the thought.
The World Reserve Bank had spies in every guild, every trade route, every merchant council.
If they caught even a hint of his unregistered wealth or exclusive resources, they'd come crashing down under the pretense of "economic stability."
Throwing money around wouldn't fix anything.
What he needed was leverage.... something no one else could replicate.
'And that is what she's offering me,' he thought, staring at Nayomi.
Still, he hesitated. He didn't want to go back to that place.
The last time had left a scar in his mind. That giant woman... the tower with the countless eyes.
It wasn't something he was eager to see again.
"I know what you're thinking," Nayomi said, floating a little closer. "We won't run into them. Trust me."
Akamir frowned. "How?"
"Send a mimicker in first," she said. "Have it head north. As far as it can."
"Won't they attack it—oh."
He stopped mid-sentence, the realization clicking into place.
The mimickers were already corrupted—just like those things. They wouldn't be targeted.
"They only go after those who aren't corrupted," he muttered.
"But why north?" he asked, glancing at her.
"Because that's where the Old Court used to be," Nayomi answered quietly.
"Before the spirit world began to fall apart. The further north you go, the less control the new lords have."
'By new lords does she mean those tower and giant lady?'
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "You're saying it's... safer?"
"No," she admitted. "Just less hostile."
Akamir nodded his head as he rubbed his temples.
This was a risk that he didn't really want to take right now.
Things still haven't reached the point where he was desperate.
'...But the herbs will take time to grow.'
He needed to start early to not get trapped later on.
Akamir drew in a deep breath. "Alright, let's do it."
Nayomi smiled softly, floating behind him.
Closing his eyes, Akamir summoned one of the mimickers.
A crimson light shone within the room as a portal formed just beside him.
From the portal, a small creature the size of a koala emerged.
The mimicker looked almost harmless at first glance, round-bodied, furry, with wide, empty eyes that blinked out of sync.
"North," Akamir commanded. "Go as far as you can."
The mimicker blinked again, gave a soft, eerie chirp, and vanished back into the portal.
The portal sealed shut behind it with a soft pop.
"Now we wait," Nayomi said quietly, coming to float beside him again. Her long hair flowed lazily in the air.
"How long?" Akamir asked, exhaling slowly.
"Time moves differently there," she replied. "Could be minutes. Could be hours. Maybe years. Or—"
Akamir's expression sharpened as something echoed in his mind.
"—maybe now," Nayomi finished with a smile.
Akamir sighed as he raised his hand towards the wall.
"Crown that connects me."
Akamir repeated the words she told him before.
"Take me to the mirror world."
The crown pulsed brightly.
The air thickened, like something was wrapped around his body.
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.
In the blink of an eye, he was back in the world of mirrors.
'Alright, don't look at them.'
Akamir reminded himself, taking in a deep breath. He began to walk out of the place.
The hundreds of different Akamirs began to whisper, beg, scream at him, but Akamir didn't flinch.
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.
Now, there was nothing but a barren wasteland stretching out before him.
A dry wind swept over the barren land, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay.
The skies were painted a colorless grey, devoid of the broken sun he saw before.
"This is it?" he muttered.
Nayomi's voice came from beside him, though her form was faint here.
"This is the edge of the northern fringe. The place where the Old Court once ruled."
"What's an Old Court anyway?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
"When the spirit world was uncorrupted, there were many races that lived here."
Nayomi explained, as she began to walk.
"When the spirit world was still whole, many races lived here," Nayomi explained, walking beside him.
"The Old Court was a council of representatives from those races."
She looked forward, raising her hand. She pointed at a far distance. "And that's what is left of it."
Akamir followed her gaze.
Far in the distance stood a half-collapsed structure, columns of pale, white stone emerging crooked from the earth like broken bones.
Vines of silvery rot clung to them like a part of it.
"They say the Old Court fell because of betrayal," she said, her voice soft.
"One of the members tried to ascend using forbidden methods. That triggered the corruption."
"Ascend to what?" Akamir asked. "To a higher level?"
Nayomi didn't reply. Instead, she walked towards an old-looking dead tree.
'And now we play the silent game.'
Akamir crouched, brushing his hand over the dry soil.
'Hmm?'
The second he touched it, a soft shimmer of color flickered beneath the surface—blue, green, gold—like veins of energy hiding in the dust.
"Nayomi...."
"Just as I thought," she murmured. "This place is still usable."
"What do you mean?"
"Old Court was made up of one of the spirit roots—they connected the spirit world." She explained, touching the tree.
"If we shape the space here, we might awaken it just enough to anchor the pocket realm."
Akamir stood and looked around once more. "So what do we do first?"
She smiled. "We draw a boundary and mark the land."
"And what do I need to do?"
Akamir asked, looking back at her.
Nayomi sat on the place, cross-legged. "Protect me."
"Protect you from wh—."
Akamir's words died in his throat as he felt hundreds of eyes on him.
"Specters," Nayomi whispered. "Remnants of the fallen fae."
Cree! Cree!
Hundreds of unnatural voices began to fill the place.
"Fuck, Nayomi!"
Akamir cursed, unsheathing his sword.
"How much time!"
"Fifteen minutes."
He stared at her, disbelief clear in his voice. "We'll be dead before then!"
"It's fine," she said, smiling. "I trust you."
"...."
Akamir turned back, only to freeze—.
'Fuck.'
—At the sight of hundreds of creatures rushing at them.
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Akamir turned back, only to freeze—.
'Fuck.'
—At the sight of hundreds of creatures rushing at them.
He lowered his body, readying himself to face the specters.
The first wave of ten or so were rushing at him with threatening speed.
'I'd run out of mana long before even making a dent.'
He thought grimly, tightening the grip on his sword.
'Hm?'
A sudden pulse on his chest made him look down.
The Void Fox emerged from the crystal and settled onto his head.
"Kyuu!!"
It raised a paw, purring in excitement and pointing at the fae.
"I'm not your damn horse," Akamir groaned. "Get down!"
"Kyuu!"
"I don't know—."
His words halted abruptly as he felt something.
A purple spark forming at the fox's paw.
'Wait... what if I—'
Akamir closed his eyes and steadied his breath.
As if feeding on his will, the mana surged around him.
Crackle! Crackle!
Purple lightning rushed through his body as he opened his eyes.
The world had slowed down for him and everything became even more clear.
The first of the specters broke through the haze, a spindly creature with wings like torn silk and a body of pitch black.
A mouth that stretched too wide for its face giving it a gruesome look.
Its eyes glowed like dying embers, empty and old.
Akamir's feet dug into the cracked earth as the first specter lunged at him.
He moved like a blur.
Zzzzhak!
His sword sliced through the specter's head before it could scream.
The rest didn't slow.
Five more were on him in seconds wailing, twisted echoes of the fae that once were.
Akamir spun as the lightning crackled more, he felt the world slow down even more.
He raised his sword and aligned it along their neck.
Slice!
Three went down in an instant before the rest swarmed him.
"Argh!"
One clawed his arm, ripping through cloth and biting into flesh, but Akamir didn't falter.
A blast of lightning burst from his palm, shattering two more into ash.
'Alright, they are weaker than they look.'
He glanced back at Nayomi who sat in a trance, her body glowing faintly as the ground beneath her pulsed with color.
Glyphs of light formed in circles around her, spreading wider with each second.
'She will need time.'
The next wave was larger.
Dozens of specters surged forward, their screeches a shrill sound that hurt his ears.
Akamir stepped forward.
His breath misted in the air, but the lightning around him flared brighter.
[Foxdrift.]
His body blurred as he moved through the first five of them.
One specter's face shattered as his elbow crashed into it.
Another split in half under a clean vertical slash.
He ducked under claws, turned with a pivoting kick that sent a smaller one flying into two others.
Then a blast of lightning threw three more far away.
But it wasn't enough.
The horde kept coming.
Akamir's breaths turned shallow, and his movements grew ragged as the toll of [Foxdrift] weighed on his limbs.
His knees buckled slightly before he forced himself upright again.
'Not yet....'
The Void Fox on his head gave a worried squeak, then tapped his temple with its paw.
"I am fine."
Akamir mumbled as he ducked and sliced down one of the specters.
His mana had already almost depleted and there was no end to them.
Akamir sidestepped and cut down another one's head, forcing himself to use less mana.
He spun and ducked another attack as he raised his hand.
Surging mana in his finger, he drew a symbol on one of the specters' backs.
The symbol glowed and—.
BOOM!
Burned down the specters.
'Fuck yeah!'
Akamir was just celebrating his first successful use of runes before he realized where he was.
More and more specters had begun to surround him, ready to tear him apart.
"Nayomi!"
Akamir yelled as he couldn't keep his eyes off them.
"How much more!"
"...."
There was no reply from her.
'Fuck it.'
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he readied for another round.
But—.
'Huh?'
All the specters began to tremble in their place.
Their faces twisted in horror as they looked at the east.
'What's happening?'
Akamir wondered as they began to run away like their life depended on it.
He slowly turned to look at the far east as well.
There...at the very edge of the place loomed a figure.
A tall hooded man, stood there with his face entirely covered.
There was nothing visible about the person except his legs.
...Legs that weren't anything Akamir had ever seen before.
They felt like they were made of wires instead of flesh and blood.
Like something mechanical.
Akamir blinked and—.
He was gone.
'Who was he?'
Akamir wondered baffled by his sudden disappearance.
He was nowhere to be found like he had vanished into thin air.
Akamir let out a sigh, with no more specters he was free of his duty.
Turning around he began to walk towards Nayomi who floated in the air, still cross-legged.
"Kyuu~."
The Void fox purred as it played with Akamir's ponytail.
He didn't bother with it as he looked closely at Nayomi.
The glow around her intensified.
Runes etched themselves midair in layered spirals around her body, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
Akamir stopped in front of her, panting softly, his body sore and his mana nearly tapped.
"Nayomi?" he called again, softer this time.
Whoosh!
A sudden wave of mana burst out from her like a shockwave, throwing dust into the air.
Akamir raised an arm instinctively, stepping back.
The ground beneath her cracked, revealing threads of silver light that spread like roots across the stone.
Slowly under his gaze a dome of almost ten metres began to form around them.
The blood, ash, and broken stone outside remained untouched, while inside the dome...things began to heal.
Akamir stared around in awe.
The cracks on the ground mended. The air smelled faintly of rain and flowers—not blood.
Even the gash on his arm began to close, inch by inch, skin stitching itself back together with faint sparks of light.
"...Nayomi?" he whispered again, voice hushed with awe this time.
She finally opened her eyes as she began to come down.
Her body was a lot more dim than before but there was a genuine smile on her face. "It's done."
"Wait." Akamir mumbled. "Are you dying?"
"What? No!" She snapped. "My body will return back to normal."
"You mean, dead normal—."
Akamir cut himself short as she glared at him.
He looked around as a few plants began to grow inside the dome.
"Try eating their leaves." Nayomi suggested with a smile.
Akamir gave a suspicious look before he tore one and ate it.
'Hmm?'
"You feel it?"
Akamir nodded. "My mana is...replenishing way faster."
"This is nothing," Nayomi boasted. "In a few months, you'll see real miracle herbs."
Akamir just nodded, calculating the value and importance of these things in the real world.
'I should consult about them with Velyrian.'
He should have some idea.
"Anyway, let's go." Nayomi said. "We will come back when a fairy is born."
"Huh?" Akamir tilted his head. "How will that happen?"
"Fairies are born from the spirit world itself." She replied softly. "I am sure, one will be born soon."
Akamir just nodded for now, too tired to ask more.
'Let's just go back.'
---
As soon as Akamir walked out of the portal, he threw himself on the bed before the paralyzing effect took place.
"Kyuuu!!"
The Void Fox yelped, flung off his head.
It growled and smacked him with its soft paws.
"...."
Akamir just looked at the cute thing with annoyance.
"Are you not going to name it?"
Nayomi said, floating beside his bed.
"You can't just call it Void Fox all the time."
"Give me some ideas." Akamir mumbled. "Wait, it's a he or she?"
"She." Nayomi replied. "And think of a name yourself, I am bad with that stuff."
Akamir just grunted as he wasn't in the mood to think.
Nayomi floated closer to the door as her eyes caught something.
"Akamir." She called.
"Yeah?"
"You have a letter." She mumbled. "From the prince."
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Chapter 59: Brithday [1]
[Three days later.]
"Kyuu~."
The Void fox's playful voice echoed in the room as she moved.
One moment she was by the window, and the next, she'd vanished only to reappear near the bookshelf.
She batted a small red ball between her paws, playing by herself.
"Can you stop moving around, Ella?"
Akamir groaned, turning his head slightly toward her.
Ella didn't respond, too absorbed in her solo game.
He let out a sigh. "Leave her be," Nayomi murmured, floating lazily beside him. "She's just a child."
"A child who never rests," he muttered, glancing back at the mirror in front of him.
...He was half-dressed, towel around his neck, and bruises still lining his torso like old ink stains.
His reflection looked more worn than usual.
"You don't want to join the party?" Nayomi asked, her arms folded loosely.
Akamir shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"
His eyes shifted to the envelope resting beside the bed, its black wax seal already broken.
The world of nobles was exhausting.
Even if you were the strongest, you couldn't become king.
There were always rules, expectations, invisible chains.
And no matter how much you disliked them, ignoring the royal family wasn't an option.
'Honestly, I am getting more and more annoyed by them.'
The whole birthday event already gave him a headache.
He looked over his shoulder.
Ella had climbed halfway up the bookshelf, the ball clenched proudly in her mouth.
"Ella," he warned.
"Kyuuu!" she squeaked innocently, leaping off mid-shelf and landing with ease, her tail flicked as if to show off.
"She's going to destroy the room."
"She already has," Nayomi pointed to the torn curtain and the scratch marks near the table leg.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in, Zia," Akamir called.
The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-twenties, carrying a suit.
Her long, raven-black hair was tied into a bun, and her form-fitting uniform made her curves hard to ignore.
Her obsidian eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Let me help you, young master," Zia said with a warm smile, laying out the suit.
"...Thank you." Akamir mumbled with a sigh.
Zia just smiled as she took out the white shirt, helping him wear it.
"What do you plan to gift, Prince Lucien?" she asked, doing the buttons. "You can't go to his birthday without any gift."
"I will find something on the way." Akamir mumbled, shaking his head.
Zia just nodded while she moved back to grab the navy blue jacket. "By the way, be aware of those nobles... Not many like you."
"I'm aware," Akamir replied, letting her guide his arms into the sleeves. "I can take care of myself."
"You better behave, young master." she said, walking in front of him. "There will only be younger generations there so no adult to help you."
Akamir just nodded, too tired to argue with her.
Zia glanced at Ella, who leapt back onto the bed, curling around her red ball like a dragon guarding treasure.
She yawned loudly, then resumed pawing the ball with half-lidded eyes.
"Where did you even find her?" she asked. "She's adorable."
"And dumb," Akamir muttered.
"Kyuu!"
"Yeah, I said it. You understand me, don't act surprised."
Zia chuckled, then bent to pick up a polished shoe.
"Hey!" Akamir stopped her, quickly kneeling down. "I can do that myself."
She paused, looking up at him. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, taking the shoe from her hands. "Just go check if the carriage is ready."
"Okay." she said, walking out of the room.
Once she was gone, Akamir looked at Nayomi. "Didn't you say she was strong?"
Nayomi nodded. "She is."
"Then why act like a maid?"
"I... don't know."
Akamir didn't press the matter.
He just sighed, sat on the bed, and finished dressing.
Ella jumped back onto his head as soon as he stood up.
He didn't bother pushing her off.
He left the room, heading for the main doors without hesitation.
"By the way," he said to Nayomi, "are you sure no humans could survive in the Spirit World?"
"It was destroyed a long time ago," she answered softly. "It's impossible."
'Then what did I see?'
Akamir wondered, unable to keep that being out of his mind.
Whatever that figure was had already made him question his perspective of the Spirit World.
"By the way." Akamir mumbled, his eyes still on Nayomi. "Do I really need to help Zaina?"
She floated in front of him, hands clasped behind her back.
"Do you remember what I told you before?" she asked. "About what will happen if everything goes as told in the novel?"
"That doesn't matter now—."
"Do you?"
Akamir sighed. "Yes, I do."
She floated in front of him, clasping her hand behind.
"Things that happened now will make her the tyrant queen she was." she mumbled. "The entire humans on Vyrintha continent perished because of her."
"...."
Akamir turned silent as Ella curiously raised her paw towards Nayomi.
"The rest is up to you." she said, floating away.
Akamir rubbed his temples as he reached the courtyard.
'That's one way of guilt-tripping me.'
Nayomi had wanted to help Zaina from the start.
It wasn't subtle but it wasn't hard for Akamir to notice.
Why did she want it?
Akamir had no idea.
'Let's just observe for now.'
Akamir arrived at the carriage that was parked and Zia stood close to it.
"Good luck, young master." she said, smiling as Akamir moved inside.
He just nodded at her before closing the door.
Ella jumped from his head as the carriage began to move.
'Let's have some rest.'
---
It took the carriage a total of twenty minutes to reach the estate where Prince Lucien called everyone.
The estate where Prince Lucien was hosting the event loomed ahead, grand and regal.
White marble walls gleamed under moonlight, wrought-iron gates stood tall, and sculptures lined the path like silent sentinels.
The royal emblem hung over the entrance, flanked by dozens of ornate carriages.
Akamir stared quietly out the window as they passed through.
"Quite flashy," he muttered.
Ella stood on his lap, nose twitching as she peered outside. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Kyuuu..."
The carriage came to a halt, and the door swung open.
A servant bowed deeply. "Welcome, young master Asher."
Akamir stepped out, the night breeze brushing against his face.
"Lord Lucien is expecting you," the servant added. "The reception is in the Sky Garden."
"Lead the way."
As they walked through the estate, the sounds of laughter and music began to rise.
The Sky Garden, true to its name, was a grand terrace built into the upper levels of the estate, lush with hanging flowers, floating lanterns.
Dozens of young nobles mingled under the glow of the mana lights.
Akamir recognized a few while most were unknown to him.
Ella, sitting on his shoulder, looked around curiously.
'Younger generation, huh?'
He spotted some familiar faces—sons... heirs of major families, a few from noble merchant houses.
'I don't see Inara or Zaina.'
Did they not arrive yet?
Whispers spread the moment he stepped in.
"That's Duke Darvin's heir..."
"He actually came?"
"Why is he here...?"
He ignored them all.
Ella clung to his shoulder, her tail curling loosely around his neck like a scarf.
Akamir reached for a quiet corner as he grabbed one of the wine glasses.
He looked back at Nayomi who floated close to him.
"Are you sure she will be here?" Akamir mumbled. "That girl you were talking about."
"She will be." Nayomi replied, looking around. "And don't take her lightly."
"Yeah...." he scoffed. "Gotta respect the greatest mind in the kingdom, I guess."
Nayomi didn't reply as Akamir looked around.
'Hm?'
To his surprise, he found someone who he was really familiar with.
'What are they doing here?'
Akamir wondered, looking at Viros and Luca eating the food.
'No. How did they even get inside?'
They weren't nobles.
In fact, they were commoners.
How did they even get in?
'Did they.....'
A thought crossed his mind as Viros blinked in his direction.
His eyes widened in panic as his face paled and he bolted. Luca noticed and followed immediately.
"...."
Akamir's lips twitched as their behaviour confirmed it.
They came here without invitation.
'The fuck are guards doing?'
Akamir sighed.
"Excuse me."
A voice interrupted, making him turn.
A tall young woman stood beside him, staring at Ella. "What is this cute thing?"
He glanced at Nayomi, who gave a subtle nod.
'So, that's her, huh?'
Akamir studied the girl quietly.
'The smartest mind in the kingdom.'
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Chapter 60: Birthday [2]
'So, that's her, huh?'
Akamir studied the girl quietly.
'The smartest mind in the kingdom.'
He tilted his head slightly, studying her.
She was taller than most human girls, her long eyelashes accentuating sharp, intelligent eyes.
Her pale skin had a moonlit tone, and her crimson hair flowed down her back in loose waves, held together by a single phoenix-wing-shaped pin.
Unlike other nobles, she wore no excessive jewelry, yet her presence demanded attention.
Her off-shoulder gown was classic and well-fitted, complementing her figure without trying too hard.
Even when still, she carried the air of someone who was always thinking several steps ahead.
Camilla Leo Margret—the daughter of the Head Minister of the Krivos Kingdom.
Her crimson eyes blinked. "Can you hear me?"
Akamir nodded slowly. "Uh... I don't think we've met before."
"Oh, where are my manners?" she said with a polite smile. "My name is Camilla."
"My name is—"
"Who doesn't know you, Sir Asher?" she interrupted, still smiling. "The fiancé of Princess Inara—"
"Heir of the Vyavan family would be more appropriate," Akamir cut in gently.
"Is that so..." she murmured, her gaze drifting to Ella.
Ella blinked and gave a lazy "kyuu~," curling her tail around Akamir's neck like a scarf.
Camilla's eyes lingered on the fox longer than necessary.
"Such a curious creature," she remarked. "I've read about void-type spirits, but I never thought I'd actually see one. Especially not one so... tame."
'Like Nayomi said, she is smart.'
Dozens had seen Ella before, but Camilla was the first to recognize her for what she was.
Akamir shook his head. "Tame isn't the word I'd use."
She just chuckled, grabbing a glass of wine from the table.
"You're different from what I expected, heir of Vyavan," she said. "I imagined someone more... restrained."
Akamir glanced at her. "What do you mean?"
"The way you were before... you changed," she replied, watching him. "You weren't always this confident."
"I don't enjoy small talk," he said flatly. "Get to the point."
"Oh, but I do enjoy it. That's when people tend to reveal the most."
Akamir stared back at her, saying nothing.
She glanced again at Ella. "How much for the void fox?"
"It's not for sale," he replied sharply.
"I can offer—"
"I don't need your money."
"That protective, huh?" she said, tilting her head slightly, her tone more curious than offended. "Interesting."
Ella let out another quiet "kyuu," her galaxy-like eyes narrowing as though she understood every word.
"You act like I asked for a piece of your soul," Camilla said softly. "Is there nothing that would equal her value?"
Akamir turned to face her fully. "Have a great day."
Without waiting for a response, he walked away.
"She acted exactly like we expected," Nayomi said, floating beside him. "She really can't resist cute things."
"I still don't understand why you want her attention," Akamir muttered, rubbing his neck. "Your plan is flawed from the start."
"It's the only way," she replied. "The only way to get the map."
There is an ingredient to create Nayomi's body, called flesh veins.
A type of plant that grows in a specific island that is unknown to everyone.
And to reach that island, one needs the map that was in Camilla's possession.
Nayomi's plan was crude but simple.
Let Camilla get obsessed with Ella, then get her to take Akamir to wherever she kept her "cute" collection—where the map was likely hidden.
'All in all, she wants me to get kidnap.'
As ridiculous as it sounded, it was the only lead they had. No one knew where Camilla kept the map.
"If your plan fails," Akamir muttered, "we go with mine."
"Yours is to just kill her."
"Still better than whatever you're doing."
Nayomi pouted, looking away.
Akamir shook his head and scanned the crowd, spotting two familiar faces.
He walked up behind them, placing his hand on their shoulders.
"What's up," he said casually, looking at Viros. "Enjoying the food?"
Viros smiled nervously. "Boss—!"
"Boss?"
"You are our boss, aren't you?" Luca chimed in. "You always have been."
"Security—!"
"Hey, hey!" Viros quickly stopped him. "Sorry, alright?"
Akamir frowned. "What exactly are you two doing here?"
"We just wanted to eat something nice," Viros said quietly. "Nothing shady."
Akamir stared at him.
Luca leaned in. "Please don't snitch. They'll throw us in jail."
Rubbing his temples, Akamir sighed. "How stupid are you two?"
"Pretty," Viros said, grinning. "But at least we're not doing anything illegal."
"You could get beheaded for sneaking in here."
"We thought—"
"How did you even get inside?" Akamir asked. "What about the pass?"
"...We snuck in," Viros admitted. "Help us, boss, we will be forever grateful."
"Fine. Just go," Akamir said. "Use my name if anyone asks who you are."
Their grim faces quickly brightened up at his words.
"Thank you!" Viros said, shaking his hand vigorously. "I love you, boss."
Saying so, they ran away to eat more.
Nayomi chuckled beside him. "How does it feel to get your first confession?"
"There should be a mute button for you," Akamir muttered. "Weren't you sulking just now?"
Her eyes widened in realization. "Hmph!"
She puffed her cheeks and turned away.
'Six hundred years old, by the way.'
Akamir shook his head in defeat as he began to walk back to the front gate.
But his step halted as he finally saw her.
Zaina.
She wore a flowing purple gown with a pink scarf draped over her shoulder. A soft pink rose was pinned at her waist.
Her long lavender hair, flowing behind her like waves.
Akamir quickly walked towards her while she noticed him as well.
"Asher—"
"Come with me."
He said, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to move.
Zaina frowned. "What are you doing!?"
Akamir didn't reply as he brought her to the corner with fewer eyes to notice them.
"Turn around," he said.
"Wha—?"
"Just do it," Akamir urged her to move.
She just sighed and turned around.
Akamir slowly removed her hair from the back, making her flinch in surprise.
"Asher?"
'She was right.'
The back of her dress was tied loosely—one wrong move and it would've slipped off entirely.
'So, that's how her dress falls in the novel.'
Akamir raised his hand and began carefully retying the loose strings of Zaina's dress.
Noticing it, Zaina also guiltily let him do it.
Her cheeks warming with each breath that brushed against her bare back.
"Your dress might have fallen," Akamir said, tying the strings. "Does your maid hate you or something?"
"....."
Zaina didn't reply because his words were on point.
"You know, we usually fire the maids for these kinds of mistakes," Akamir said. With a final tug, he secured the strings in place.
"I can't," Zaina mumbled softly. "She was my mother's maid."
Akamir took a step back. "And your mother is dead or I don't see a point in keeping her."
Zaina only glared at him without a word.
Akamir shrugged. "Don't let this happen again, I won't be everywhere to help."
He began to walk away, and she guiltily followed.
"...You're awfully good at this," she murmured, trying to sound casual.
Akamir's lips twitched, but he kept his mouth silent.
"Are you alone?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"No." She shook her head. "Arthur was with me before he found his friend."
"I see." Akamir nodded, not speaking again.
"....Thank you," she said. "But next time, maybe warn me before dragging me off like a thief."
"I will think about it." Akamir said, looking at the elevated platform.
'Finally, decided to show yourself, huh?'
Akamir thought as Prince Lucien walked on the platform.
The soft murmurs that had filled the banquet hall dulled into silence.
He reached the center of the elevated platform, his golden robes lined with silver catching the light.
'Still as fake as ever.'
Lucien raised a jeweled goblet, a gracious smile curving on his lips. "Honored guests," he began, voice ringing out smoothly, "Thank you for coming to my birthday."
A polite round of applause followed.
"There are a lot of things that I want to say," Lucien continued, still smiling. "But before that, I have something to announce."
The place once again began to murmur as he lowered his hand.
"I have chosen whom I will marry."
He said, smiling brightly.
"And she is right in this place."
Everyone froze in place.
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