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Chapter 90: Yellow Core.
[The next day.]
[Verma Town, Merlin Family territory.]
[Krivos Kingdom.]
"My Lord."
A voice echoed within a room followed by a loud thud as eight beings knelt down.
The room was large with different types of items lying around the place.
Shelves lined the curved walls, stuffed with a chaotic mix of books, scrolls, and vials.
At the center of the room lay a table, and at the head of it sat Akamir.
His wheat-blonde hair flowed behind him as he looked at the floating papers in the air.
"You are late."
Akamir said, without looking at them.
The mimicker in the forefront bowed his head even more. "We are apologise, my Lord."
Akamir sighed as he used telekinesis to place the papers down.
He finally looked at them.
The one leading the mimickers was a young man with short black hair and eyes.
He looked like an experienced young merchant just as Akamir wanted.
"How did the first day of the company go?" Akamir asked, looking at them. "Any problem?"
The young man raised his head slightly, just enough to meet Akamir's gaze.
"There were no major problems, my Lord," he said, voice crisp and formal.
"The Verma Town branch opened as planned. The crowd was larger than expected."
Akamir leaned back in his chair, resting one arm on the edge of the table.
"And the reception?"
The mimicker nodded. "Surprisingly positive. We have secured deals with fifty small and medium-sized supplier companies."
Akamir nodded, leaning back on his chair once again.
'With the influx of buyers, we can empty out our stocks easily.'
The core of Akamir's business idea was to buy products from Lythanis kingdom and sell them cheaply here.
With the secured path from the Forest of the Dead, which was once the home of Nayomi, he can easily do that.
'Instead of spending half a month to travel, we can bring the items in two days.'
Akamir thought, standing up from his seat.
'With the cheap prices, it won't be long before we are the only suppliers from Lythanis kingdom.'
Was it cruel for every other well-established company?
Yes, it was, and Akamir was well aware of it.
'That doesn't mean I will stop what I am doing.'
Akamir said, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
'And I have plans for them as well.'
A way to make the entire economy of the kingdom run through him.
The only problem that Akamir was concerned about was the World Reserve Bank.
He waved a hand lazily. "What about the noble families? Any resistance?"
The mimicker's mouth tightened. "None directly. But we did hear that Baron Vysel's steward visited the main plaza an hour after our doors opened. He didn't speak to anyone, just observed."
Akamir tapped the table. "He'll move soon. Keep a profile on him. If he becomes a problem, we'll buy his debt."
The mimicker bowed again. "Understood."
There is a reason why Akamir chose a small town like this as the base for his company.
Even though it was close to the capital, it was negligible.
Baron Vysel of the Verma family is known for his gambling addiction and rarely thinks about his territory and people.
If things turned south, Akamir planned to buy or replace the baron himself.
'Hopefully we grow enough before problems knock on our doors.'
The mimickers stayed kneeling, quiet and waiting for his command.
Akamir walked slowly toward the window.
Outside, the town of Verma moved as usual, with carts, merchants, and people bustling around the new building with his company's sigil carved above its doors.
His sigil.
A white fox curled around a sword.
A simple yet memorable one.
He turned back to the group.
"Begin preparations to open branches in two more towns. Small ones, nothing that will draw attention."
The mimicker nodded. "Any specific targets, my Lord?"
"North of here. Somewhere with weak noble presence and poor trade access. I want to flood them with options they never had before."
"Yes, my Lord."
Akamir paused, then added, "And start feeding small amounts of product into black markets. Cheap but high-quality goods. Let them think it's smuggling."
The mimicker looked up, confused. "To build demand?"
Akamir smiled faintly. "No. To make the nobles panic. When the market changes too fast, people get scared."
The mimickers didn't reply, but they understood their role.
Akamir waved his hand. "You're dismissed."
One by one, they walked out, leaving Akamir alone in the room.
"You sure are good at business."
Nayomi said, floating in the air.
"Where did you learn that?"
"I used to learn these things when I was a child."
Akamir replied as he took off his shirt.
"It's easy for me."
Nayomi nodded as she began floating closer to him. "Still, are you sure you can handle the World Reserve Bank?"
Akamir drew in a deep breath. "At what rank is the strongest in the family of moon?"
"In House El Lunari, huh?" She whispered thoughtfully. "I believe Exalted Empyrean."
Akamir let out a tired exhale. "That's out of my reach."
"Yeah." She replied. "Humans are the weakest race, a lot of things are out of your reach."
Akamir slowly sat down on the floor. "How are they even alive?"
"By forced miracle." Nayomi replied softly. "Because of a madman."
Akamir tilted his head. "Madman?"
"None of your concern for now." She replied, shaking her head. "What are you doing anyway?"
"Breaking through to yellow core."
Akamir replied, drawing a deep breath.
Nayomi frowned. "Right here?"
"Yes." He replied. "I think I have waited enough."
"You know, you should learn more spells and arts." Nayomi advised, staring at him. "Even if you have raw power, techniques are more important in a fight."
Akamir nodded in agreement. "I will focus on it from now on."
Akamir closed his eyes as he focused inward.
The mana inside his body stirred like a restless tide trapped in a bottle.
With slow, steady breaths, he began draining it, letting it flow out through his limbs and sink into the ground beneath him.
His chest rose and fell, each breath deeper than the last.
Nayomi hovered nearby, watching with a curious look.
'There are seven mana cores corresponding to seven tiers.'
Akamir thought inwardly as his mana began draining.
'The lowest being red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and white.'
As soon as the mana left his body, he began sucking them in once again.
The drained mana was pulled back into his body; it rushed like a river through cracked stone.
They were wild, heavy, and unstable.
Akamir gritted his teeth.
His veins glowed faintly with silverish light, and sweat formed on his brow.
Akamir felt it as well.
Another layer of chi veins was forming in his body.
He drew in a deep breath and tried to keep everything in control.
His body shuddered.
"Steady now," Nayomi murmured, floating just above him. "Don't let it take control."
But Akamir didn't respond. He was too deep.
He felt the swirling mana trying to fight back, trying to scatter.
But he didn't let it.
With firm will, he guided it, shaped it, forced it to compress at the center of his chest.
His core.
It shook violently.
A crack echoed within his mind. It was sharp and sudden.
Then came the pain.
Like a thousand needles piercing from the inside out.
Akamir's body jerked, muscles locking for a moment.
His nails dug into the wooden floor, and his breath hitched.
But he didn't stop.
The orange glow of his core dimmed and then, like the sun rising, it turned yellow.
Mana began to surge in as he controlled his body.
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes.
He could feel every shift of mana in the air.
Every breath, every heartbeat, even Nayomi's ghost-like presence had a rhythm now.
He had broken through.
Akamir leaned forward, still panting, his shirtless back covered in sweat.
"Congratulations." Nayomi said softly. "You broke through."
Akamir nodded silently, as he felt a flash of message in the corner of his eyes.
He let out a sigh and summoned his status panel.
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Name: Asher/ Akamir Leon Vyavan.
True name: [Locked]
Core: [Yellow] [Tier 3]
Saturation: 0/30
---
Attributes:
Strength: 32
Agility: 31
Endurance: 33
Charm: 48
---
Memories:.....
Bound:....
Skills:....
Unique traits:....
====
Akamir kept the other traits aside as he looked at the new messages he got.
[Core Advancement: Yellow Core Tier 3 Achieved.]
[Attributes slightly increased.]
[The bloodline has been refined.]
[A new ability has been registered.]
[Telekinesis: Float.]
Akamir slowly lay down on his back as he looked at the messages.
'Float, huh?'
He thought, staring at it.
But—.
Something else piqued his interest.
"Hey, Nayomi."
Akamir said, looking at her.
"How does bloodline work?"
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"So, let me get this straight."
Akamir said, his voice echoing within his room.
"You don't actually know what a bloodline is?"
"That's not what I meant."
Nayomi replied, staring into his eyes.
"I said, I am not sure what a bloodline is—."
"That's the same thing," Akamir cut in. "You're so dumb."
"..."
Nayomi's lips twitched as she glared at him, clearly annoyed.
Akamir looked away and reached for the book beside his bed.
It was morning now, the start of the weekend, and he'd returned to his estate the night before.
"Bloodline... bloodline," he muttered, rubbing his chin as he flipped through the pages.
Until—.
He finally found what he was looking for.
His finger tapped the aged page.
"There," he said quietly. "Found it."
Nayomi floated closer, her glare forgotten as she leaned over his shoulder.
The book was old, its yellowed pages smelling of dust and dried herbs.
The ink had faded, but the script remained neat and elegant.
It was one of the books he'd borrowed from the dukedom's archives.
"Bloodlines," Akamir read aloud,
"refer to the unique and often inherited imprints left by powerful ancestors. These imprints can affect one's body, mana, or soul, and can awaken under certain conditions."
Nayomi straightened. "That's literally what I said."
"You never said that."
She crossed her arms. "Hmph. I said I wasn't sure, not that I was wrong."
Akamir raised a brow. "You literally said—ugh, never mind."
He turned back to the book.
"Some bloodlines grant elemental affinity, others enhance the body or alter perception. The rarest are Divine Bloodlines, remnants of gods or ancient beings."
He paused.
"...Do I have one?"
Nayomi tilted her head. "You?"
He nodded slowly. "Telekinesis doesn't feel like a normal ability."
She floated back, thoughtful. "I suppose it's possible. But I don't think it's divine."
"Why not?"
"I've seen what a divine bloodline can do," she said, her tone steady. "Yours doesn't match."
Akamir shrugged. "Maybe mine's sealed. Or dormant."
His eyes drifted back to the page.
"Besides," he muttered, "I still don't know anything about my mother's side."
Nayomi blinked. "Wasn't she a commoner?"
He looked up. "For some reason... I don't think so."
Silence stretched between them.
"Maybe," Nayomi said quietly, "maybe she's important."
Akamir closed the book with a soft thud. "...Maybe."
Akamir wasn't even sure who or what she was.
'I don't even have anything that leads me back to her, except Darvin.'
He exhaled and sank back against the bed.
A note that had all the details of the Edevane family was thrown on the side.
"By the way," he said, glancing at her. "How sure are you?"
"About what?"
"That bloodlines originated from the Seraphic Tablet."
Nayomi gave a small nod. "Honestly? I still believe it. That thing was too powerful to belong to mortals."
Akamir tilted his head. "Was it really that important?"
"There were hundreds of wars fought for it," she replied. "And there will be hundreds more."
Akamir stared at her in silence.
'Does that mean, there will be more wars?'
Akamir let out a tired sigh just by thinking about it.
He had seen enough war in his life.
"Wait," he said suddenly, looking back at her. "What came first? The gods or the Seraphic Tablet?"
Nayomi hesitated for a few seconds.
"Neither."
Akamir frowned. "Then who?"
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "Maybe the Golden Sun... or the Outer Gods."
His curiosity sharpened. "Outer Gods?"
She nodded slowly. "There are a few. One of them blessed the Wraith King."
Akamir sat up straighter. "Which one?"
"..."
She didn't answer, her eyes fixed on his.
Eventually, she looked away. "I don't know."
'Liar.'
Akamir thought but didn't press on it.
He knew she hated talking about her past—and that wasn't going to change today.
He sighed and stood up from the bed.
Taking a breath, he whispered, "Float."
Mana curled around Akamir's body like mist, responding to his voice.
Slowly, he lifted off the ground just an inch or two at first, then higher.
He floated above the floor easily.
His body remained steady, the mana holding him like invisible strings.
Nayomi crossed her arms, watching him in silence.
"You're getting better," she said.
"I had something similar back in my world," Akamir replied. "But this takes more effort."
Back in his old world, Akamir's empire was technically far more advanced.
They had suits that could make people fly in the air.
'But nothing was quite like this,' he thought. 'Flying on your own.'
He formed two small mana circles in his palms, using gusts of wind to steer himself forward.
It was clumsy and slow, but it worked.
'I still need time to completely get the hang of it.'
Knock! Knock!
A sudden knock on the door almost made Akamir fall face first.
"Young Master?" Zia's voice came from the other side. "Are you ready?"
Akamir steadied himself, frowning. "Ready for what?"
Zia walked inside as she looked at him with her Obsidian eyes.
She sighed. "Lady Zaina is here to pick you up."
'Uh, fuck.'
Only now did Akamir remember he promised to visit her family.
Akamir quickly took off his shirt. "Take out my clothes."
Zia moved swiftly, opening the polished wardrobe and pulling out a deep navy tunic lined with silver thread.
She laid it carefully on the bed, then added matching trousers and a dark leather belt.
"I can't believe you forgot," she said, voice calm but edged with disapproval.
"I didn't forget," Akamir muttered. "I just... didn't remember."
Nayomi snorted from the corner. "That's literally the same thing."
"Not helping," Akamir snapped, struggling with the buttons.
Zia stepped forward and fixed them for him.
She stopped for a second when she saw his upper body, her hand brushing over them.
Akamir tilted his head. "What are you doing?"
She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I never noticed you grew up so much."
Akamir nodded silently. "...Yeah."
Zia smiled as she helped him with his dress.
"I still remember when you used to cry over everything."
Akamir looked at her. "When was that?"
"When you were uh, two years old?" She replied, shaking her head. "You always gave me a hard time."
"....Wait." Akamir mumbled, narrowing his eyes. "Since when have you been taking care of me?"
Zia blinked softly. "Since you were an infant, young master."
'Wait, she was with me from the beginning?'
Akamir frowned as he opened his mouth.
"You should go." Zia said, pushing him softly. "Lady Zaina is waiting outside."
Akamir looked back at her once again.
"We have a lot to discuss." He said. "Be ready."
She just nodded as he walked out of the room.
When he walked down the staircase he was immediately greeted by Zaina.
She slowly stood up from the sofa. "Hello."
Akamir didn't reply, instead he looked at her.
She was wearing a long black skirt along with a purple-colored oval shirt.
Her long lavender hair fell behind her while her amber eyes stared at him.
Akamir smiled, walking towards her. "You look great."
Zaina just nodded awkwardly. "Y-you too."
Akamir now stood in front of her. "Shall we?"
"Yes." She nodded. "It will take a few hours to reach my home."
Akamir nodded as he began to walk towards the door. "I hope it will be worth it."
Zaina followed him, their steps quiet as they walked side by side.
"Wouldn't it be easier to teleport?" Akamir asked.
Zaina smiled faintly. "Sadly, my family can't afford it."
He blinked. "What?"
"Teleportation uses a huge number of mana stones," she said. "We can't afford to waste them."
Akamir looked at her, more confused. "Isn't your family an exporter of mana stones?"
She shook her head. "Doesn't mean we can use them."
"You export them, but... can't use them?"
She let out a small laugh. "That's how it works. The stones are for trade, not for convenience."
"That's dumb."
"Think what you want."
They walked out of the estate and toward the carriage waiting outside.
It was a modest one with two horses standing quietly at the front, their breath misting in the morning air.
Zaina climbed in first, and Akamir followed, sitting across from her.
As the carriage began to move, the soft clatter of wheels filled the silence between them.
Akamir rested his arm on the window, staring at the road. "So... why did your father invite me anyway?"
She looked at him.
"I don't know." She replied. "But I want you to meet my brother."
Akamir froze in his place.
'....She has a brother?'
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[Edevane Baron household.]
[Krivos Kingdom]
The carriage that was carrying them came to a halt in the front of an old mansion.
It ruffled a little as the gate opened up.
Zaina was the first to walk out with a puffed face.
Akamir came out just after her.
"I can't believe I am facing this."
He thought with a tired sigh as he looked at her.
"Come on," Akamir said slowly. "...You never mentioned you had a brother."
"I said, I am not angry that you don't even know about that," she replied grumpily. "It doesn't matter anyway."
Akamir rubbed his temples in frustration as he walked closer. "Alright, I am sorry."
What was he sorry for?
Akamir himself didn't understand.
Zaina finally looked at him.
After ignoring him the entire journey, she finally stopped sulking.
"Alright, fine," she replied. "Just be sure not to fight with him... He doesn't really like you."
Akamir shrugged in response. "Why am I not surprised?"
She just smiled as she grabbed his hand. "Let's go."
Akamir let her drag him as he looked around the place.
It was already afternoon, with the sun high above the sky.
Though, his gaze remained glued towards the eastern side.
The city of the Edevane family was close to a mountain range that was clearly visible from here.
The entire east was covered with them.
'So, that's the place,' Akamir thought, staring at it. 'The mana stone and mineral mine.'
A servant quickly walked out of the house towards them.
He bowed at Akamir. "Lord Asher."
Akamir keenly noted how the servant didn't greet Zaina.
'...Hmm, I remember she was being discriminated by them.'
Akamir nodded nonetheless as the servant guided them.
The place was exactly how Akamir thought a baron's house would look like.
It was nothing fancy or luxurious but still good enough to pass as a noble's house.
'It's not really bad.'
As they stepped through the front gate, someone was already waiting for them on the steps.
He was short, a little too short, with dark hair cut short and a baby face that made him look obese.
The boy wasn't older than eight.
His expression, though, was easily readable, as his eyes narrowed the second he saw Akamir.
"Akamir," Zaina said, stopping beside the little boy. "This is my little brother, Cyrus."
Cyrus said nothing for a moment.
Then, he extended a hand.
Akamir looked at it, then shook it firmly.
Cyrus's hand was small and soft, but the grip he gave wasn't weak.
He didn't say anything after the handshake either, just kept staring up at Akamir with the kind of seriousness that didn't belong on an eight-year-old's face.
"...Nice to meet you," Akamir said, breaking the silence.
"Hmph," Cyrus replied, pulling his hand back. "You're taller than I expected."
Zaina stifled a laugh. "That's what you're starting with?"
Cyrus looked at her. "You didn't tell me he was this tall. It's like shaking hands with a tree."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Should I apologize for growing properly?"
"You don't have to try being funny," he said. "I won't like you anyway."
Zaina stepped forward. "Alright, alright, let's go inside."
The three of them entered the house.
Inside, the air was cooler.
The stone walls held onto the shade, and the curtains were drawn just enough to keep the heat out.
Akamir noticed right away there were no family portraits.
No signs of warmth and no family frames either.
'Feels more like a military base than a home,' he thought.
Akamir did remember how her family had been promoted just recently.
He let out a sigh as Cyrus brought him to the guest room.
"Entertain the guest, Cyrus," Zaina said, looking at him. "I will be right back."
'Ah, shit, here we go again.'
Akamir let out a sigh as they both were left alone.
Cyrus didn't sit down as he glared at Akamir.
"So," Akamir said, looking at him. "Is Zaina your real siste—"
"Leave her alone," Cyrus cut in his words. "Break the engagement with my sister."
Akamir blinked.
For a second, he wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly.
Then he let out a dry chuckle. "You're pretty direct, aren't you?"
"I'm serious." Cyrus didn't even flinch. "I don't want her marrying someone like you."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of person am I, exactly?"
Cyrus crossed his arms tightly. "Arrogant. Proud. You think you're better than everyone just because you're strong."
Akamir rubbed his temples. "Who said that?"
"Brother Arthur!" he replied, raising his voice. "He told me everything."
Akamir smiled softly. 'Of course it's him.'
He gently stood up and grabbed the boy, dragging him closer.
Cyrus visibly shook as Akamir stared dead into his eyes.
"I have something I want you to do," he said, his voice refusing to hear no.
Cyrus gulped down. "W-what?"
"The next time you see Arthur," Akamir said, fixing his shirt,
"Tell him 'Zaina will moan under me and only me, stop his pathetic attempt and give up otherwise he will be eaten alive.'"
Cyrus's face turned red, partly from rage, partly from embarrassment.
"You... you're a beast!" he shouted, voice cracking.
Akamir leaned back. "You said you didn't like me anyway. Why not give him a real reason?"
Cyrus looked like he was about to explode. His small fists clenched tightly at his sides, his jaw trembling.
"I won't say that," he snapped. "You're disgusting."
Akamir shrugged. "That's fine. I'll make sure Arthur hears it himself then."
Before Cyrus could spit another insult, the door creaked open and Zaina returned, holding a tray with three glasses of cold juice.
She paused at the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of them.
"...What happened?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Ask him," Cyrus muttered, looking away as he stomped toward the corner of the room.
Akamir just smiled and took a glass. "We're bonding."
Zaina sighed and set the tray down. "Cyrus, I told you not to start a fight."
"He started it!" Cyrus barked, glaring at Akamir again. "He threatened Arthur!"
Zaina blinked. "What?"
"He said—he said horrible things!"
Akamir raised a brow. "He's exaggerating."
"You told me to tell Arthur—!"
Before he could complete his words, the door opened up once again.
This time, a man walked inside.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a blunt jaw and rough features that spoke of battlefield experience.
His dark beard was neatly trimmed, and his crimson cape bore the sigil of House Edevane.
Edwarld smiled, looking at him. "Son-in-law! Hahaha! Welcome!"
Akamir stood up as he walked towards him. "Pardon for my intrusion."
"Don't be!" he replied, shaking his hand. "You are always welcome!"
Edwarld's laugh boomed through the room like thunder.
He clapped Akamir on the back hard enough to make him stumble a step.
"How have you been?" he asked, looking at him. "You sure have grown since I last saw you!"
"I am fine," Akamir replied, looking at him. "By the way, why did you call me here?"
Edwarld's smile faltered as he looked at his daughter.
"About that..." he said. "Zaina, prepare for lunch."
"...Yes."
Zaina softly said before she moved out of the hallway.
Edwarld motioned for Akamir to follow as he turned toward the hallway.
Though confused, Akamir followed the man.
The inside of the mansion had the smell of old wood and metal.
Polished swords lined the walls.
The only decorations were weapons, shields, and dusty old banners.
Edwarld led Akamir to his office as they both walked inside the room.
He closed the door behind them and walked toward the desk, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
Akamir stayed standing.
"Sit," Edwarld said, pulling out the chair across from his.
Akamir nodded and took his seat, adjusting his sleeves.
There was a moment of silence. Edwarld didn't sit immediately.
Instead, he walked to a shelf and poured himself a drink from a glass decanter.
"Want some?" he asked.
"Get to the point," Akamir said, looking at him. "Why did you call me here?"
Edwarld stopped whatever he was doing and moved back to his seat.
He took his moment to look at Akamir properly.
"The church contacted me," he said. "They want me to break this engagement."
Akamir scoffed. "Of course."
Edwarld narrowed his eyes. "You seem to know about it."
Akamir ignored his question. "What did you say?"
"Let me finish my words," Edwarld said, looking at him. "The 'Church' contacted me."
He repeated his words before staring dead into his eyes.
"They want Zaina to lose her purity."
Akamir's expression turned serious.
"What?"
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"They want Zaina to lose her purity."
Akamir's expression turned serious.
"What?"
Akamir sat up straighter in his seat, his fingers curling slightly against the armrest.
"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice low.
Edwarld didn't look away.
"The church," he repeated calmly, "wants Zaina to become ineligible for a marriage."
"....."
Akamir leaned back on his chair as he stared dead into his eyes.
'Why would the church do that?'
He wondered as he was already aware of the plans of Pope Elon.
'....Unless it isn't the Pope.'
He rubbed his chin as he looked at Edwarld. "Do you know why they want that?"
He shook his head in defeat.
"They choose to remain quiet about it," he replied silently. "No matter how much I asked."
"..."
Akamir tapped his fingers on the table, thinking deeply about it.
"Do you know who wants this?"
Edwarld looked at him.
"It was a messenger of Pope Elon, who wants me to break the engagement," he replied. "I don't know about the other."
"It's most probably Bishop Rayan."
Nayomi chimed in as she looked at him.
"He was the one who wanted Zaina to lose her status in the novel."
'Go on.'
Akamir urged her to continue with his eyes.
"Bishop Rayan stands opposite of Pope Elon and is the next candidate for the Pope's position."
She floated to stand just beside him, her eyes on Edwarld.
"Rayan most likely is aware of Pope Elon's plan and that's why he wants Zaina to lose her virginity."
Her voice drifted as Edwarld looked at Akamir who was silent for a while.
'And once she isn't pure, Elon can't get her married and Zaina will remain a neutral asset.'
Akamir came to the conclusion as he rubbed his chin.
His thoughts swirled like a storm behind his calm eyes.
'A bishop can't openly defy a Pope. But if he takes away Elon's best card before it's played, then Elon's plans will fall apart.'
Akamir had to admit, he was doing a great job at stunning the Pope's plans.
But...
'I don't like how they are treating Zaina like a pawn.'
Their working makes him wonder if they even care about their goddess or not.
Finally, his gaze focused on Edwarld again.
"And why are you telling me this?" he asked, tilting his head. "Surely it's not for no reason."
Edwarld drew in a deep breath as he placed his hand on the table.
"In both the conditions one thing was common," he said, staring dead into his eyes. "They want the engagement to break."
Akamir raised his brow. "And?"
"And I wanted your opinion," he replied, staring dead into his eyes. "What do you want?"
Akamir lazily looked at him. "You made a deal with my father, why my opinion now?"
"Because Duke Darvin won't allow the engagement to break even if the church pressures him," he said, a tension clear in his voice. "Zaina is his backup plan after all."
Those words piqued Akamir's interest. "What do you mean?"
"Duke Darvin plans to use Zaina to capture the throne if things go out of his hand," he replied as he slowly stood up from his seat.
"She is his last resort."
The more Akamir heard, the more confused he became.
"How would she—."
"She can."
Edwarld said, shifting his eyes towards the window.
"After all, she is the illegitimate daughter of King Aldric."
"..."
Akamir took a moment to register his words.
His face remained calm but his eyes gave him away.
"....What?"
"You heard me," Edwarld whispered, glancing back at him.
"...My wife cheated on me."
Silence fell over the room like a heavy curtain.
Akamir stared at Edwarld, unblinking.
His head slowly moved towards Nayomi who gave him a nod.
'What the fuck?'
"...My wife cheated on me," Edwarld said again, more to himself this time, like the words were still new and bitter on his tongue.
Akamir leaned back slowly in his chair, arms crossed.
"How long have you known?" he asked.
"Soon after my son was born," Edwarld replied, turning his eyes to the floor. "She confessed Zaina wasn't my child herself."
Akamir let out a slow breath through his nose. "And Zaina...?"
"She doesn't know," Edwarld said, his voice tight. "As far as she's concerned, I'm her father."
Akamir was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Does King Aldric know?"
Edwarld gave a short nod. "He does. But he won't acknowledge her publicly."
"....You seem awfully calm," Akamir said, looking at him. "Why so?"
Akamir was aware of a male's nature.
Most look at their wife as their possession and they hated it when someone else touched them.
'Cheating on a man is like hitting them where it hurts the most.'
"...Why does it matter now?" The words came out like frozen ice. "She died for her sin."
Akamir stared dead into his eyes. "You didn't—."
"Yes, I killed her," Edwarld replied. "With my own hand."
Akamir looked away from the psychopath as he thought of something else.
'...So that's why Darvin's keeping her close,' he thought. 'If the royal line weakens, if war breaks out... having a hidden heir might give him the leverage he needs.'
Everything made sense to him now.
Why Darvin engaged him with Zaina and why he was hell-bent on keeping the engagement.
'...He was thinking far ahead.'
Akamir let out a sigh as he stood up and walked towards Edwarld.
Akamir stood taller as he looked at him. "Why tell me all this?"
"Because I see a capable man in you," he replied, looking at him. "One who can make his own decision."
Akamir chuckled, understanding his motives. "So you want me to break the engagement?"
"I have taken the money from Duke Darvin," he replied softly. "I have given my word but you haven't."
Akamir smiled as he walked towards the seat where Edwarld once sat.
"The church must be paying you a hefty sum," he said, grazing his hand on the seat. "Isn't it?"
"A million gold coins for breaking the engagement," he replied, staring at him. "Two if she loses her purity."
Akamir smiled as he slowly sat down on Edwarld's seat.
He leaned back comfortably, staring into his eyes.
"I will pay you double the amount," he said, his voice echoing in the room. "Work for me."
Edwarld stared down at him. "You are bluffing."
The air around him changed as soon as those words escaped his lips.
Akamir shifted on his seat, his presence changed, worthy of a king.
The way he presented himself made Edwarld's legs wobble.
"I will ask once again," Akamir said, staring dead in his eyes. "Will you work for me or not?"
Edwarld gulped down a lump of fear down his throat.
The silence stretched between them.
He slowly got back to his senses as he asked.
"W-what do you want?"
---
After half an hour of talk with him, Akamir walked out of the room.
Edwarld remained seated on the guest chair with both his hands grabbing his head.
"What did I do?"
He whispered to himself, feeling a wave of panic creeping under his skin.
'Why did I feel this much fear from a child?'
His hands trembled.
Edwarld stared at the door Akamir had just walked out from, the echo of the young man's voice still ringing in his ears.
"Will you work for me or not?"
It wasn't a question.
It was a command, a demand that he couldn't refuse.
Edwarld leaned back in the chair, feeling the weight of the conversation settle like iron chains on his shoulders.
Akamir had offered him more than money.
He'd offered him a choice.
But why did it feel like he'd walked into something far more dangerous than anything the church or Duke Darvin could ever create?
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, breathing hard.
His heart hadn't stopped racing since the moment Akamir took that seat, as if simply sitting there had shifted the balance of the entire room.
No.
The entire kingdom.
"Why did I feel so afraid?"
It wasn't just fear of power.
It was fear of vision.
He could see the boy controlling everyone and everything in the future.
...He was sure of it.
Edwarld rubbed his temples and let out a tired breath.
He had killed his wife with his own hands.
He had lived with that decision. Justified it even.
Now he was betraying Duke Darvin, a man powerful enough to crush entire families.
And yet...
That boy made all of them feel like puppets.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
Images of Zaina flashed through his mind.
She didn't know.
She had no idea the lies surrounding her name.
That the man she called father had once raised a knife with trembling hands and took a life out of hatred and pride.
She didn't know she was the daughter of a king.
And maybe... that was for the best.
"Gods help me," he muttered. "I've thrown her into a pit of wolves."
He couldn't protect her anymore.
Not from the church.
Not from Darvin.
And certainly not from Akamir.
Edwarld stood up slowly.
His legs felt weak, like they were made of paper.
He walked toward the window and looked out at the mountain range.
Now....
They don't belong to him or the kingdom.
....They belonged to Akamir.
Edwarld had sold something that was the property of the kingdom.
'He's not just a Duke's son,' Edwarld thought.
'He's something else entirely.'
Edwarld thought long and hard if he should bow in front of him or not.
But....
Never did he notice a mimicker hiding in his shadow.
Ready to take his place.
The moment he chose to betray him.
His fate was sealed.
He was Akamir's pawn now, whether he liked it or not.
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The door behind Akamir closed shut as he began to walk away.
Even though he had just spent four million on a baron he didn't show any signs of regret.
On the contrary, he had an annoyed look on his face.
Nayomi floated closer to him. "Was it a wise decision?" she asked. "Spending so much—."
"Don't you have something to explain?" Akamir cut in her words, stopping at the empty hallway.
Nayomi blinked, confused by the sudden shift in Akamir's tone.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly, floating to his side.
Akamir turned to face her, his gaze sharp. "You knew Zaina was the king's daughter. Didn't you?"
Nayomi hesitated before she let out a sigh. "I did."
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "And you didn't think it was important to tell me?"
"I was waiting for the right time."
He scoffed. "And when was that?"
"Soon—."
"Time and time again, Nayomi." Akamir said, glaring at her. "You have been keeping things and only telling me when it's too late."
She stared into his eyes. "Even if I told you before, it wouldn't have changed anything."
"And what changed by keeping them a secret?" he replied. "You promised me to tell—."
"I promised you to teach everything I know!" she snapped, glaring at him. "Not to babysit you—."
"It isn't babysitting!" he snapped back. "It's easy to understand you don't trust me!"
"I don't." she replied. "And I don't think I will ever trust you or anyone for that matter."
"...."
Akamir silently looked at her without any words.
Nayomi met his gaze without flinching.
"I had my closest friends betray me." she whispered. "And you expect me to trust someone who I have met for what? Two months?"
Akamir let out a sigh and turned away.
"Whatever." he said. "I don't care anymore."
Nayomi pouted, folding her arms. "Yeah, sure."
Akamir didn't reply as he looked out the window of the house.
At the far end, he could see the mountains.
The ones that were filled with minerals and mana stones.
'I need to get them out.'
he thought, rubbing his chin.
'The faster the better.'
Akamir had just made a deal with Edwarld.
That whatever happens in the mountains, he will turn a blind eye to it.
No matter how much things seem abnormal, he won't say a word.
"Four million is nothing if it gives me control over that place," he muttered to himself.
Nayomi floated closer, her arms still folded. "You're not seriously planning to dig up the entire mountain range, are you?"
"No," Akamir said, glancing at her. "Just the parts worth digging."
"That's basically the entire mountain."
Akamir just shrugged.
He moved back to the main hall where Zaina was already present along with her brother.
She stood up as soon as she saw him. "What did he say?"
"Nothing special." he replied. "Just things about our engagement."
"She isn't marrying you!"
Cyrus yelled, but Akamir ignored him completely.
Zaina lightly slapped her brother before she whispered. "Would you stop?"
Cyrus glared at his sister before he ran away.
Akamir, on the other hand, looked at her.
Zaina blinked. "What?"
"Shall we go out?" he asked, pointing at the door. "To the mountains."
Zaina thought for a moment before she smiled.
"Okay!" she chirped. "Just give me a minute."
Akamir nodded as she ran back inside.
He waited by the door, hands in his pockets, watching the sky darken with soft clouds.
The wait wasn't long for him.
Zaina returned, now dressed in a simple travel cloak, her hair tied back. She looked excited. "Let's go."
Akamir gave a short nod and started walking.
Zaina fell into step beside him while Nayomi followed silently, still grumbling under her breath.
They passed through the outer gates of the estate and followed a rough trail that led into the hills.
The sun was still high above, but the shades of the trees kept them safe.
As they walked, Zaina looked over at Akamir. "So... why the mountains? What's there?"
"You tell me." Akamir said, looking at her. "What's there?"
"Hmm."
Zaina nodded thoughtfully, before she whispered.
"There isn't anything special except the mines."
Akamir nodded as he looked down at the rough road.
"How was your relationship with your mother?" Akamir asked, glancing at her.
Zaina looked at him confusedly. "Why do you ask?"
He shrugged. "Just wondering."
Zaina hummed, matching his steps.
"I don't remember much but—." she hesitated a little. "It wasn't really good."
Akamir raised his brow. "How so?"
"She didn't really care about me, I think."
Zaina's voice grew quiet, nearly drowned out by the sound of their footsteps on gravel.
"I was five when she died, but I still remember the look she used to give me."
Akamir stared at her. "What look?"
"She always looked at me like I was a burden," she said. "More of a duty than a daughter."
Akamir didn't say anything for a moment.
"I see," he finally muttered.
Zaina glanced at him. "What about yours? Your mother?"
Akamir chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "I have no idea." he said. "I don't even know how she looked."
Zaina tilted her head, curious. "Have you never seen her?"
"Nope."
"Well, the way you look." she whispered softly. "I can tell she must be a real beauty."
Akamir smiled softly before he looked around. "Do you come here often?"
"Not really." she replied. "But I used to come here to play around when I was a child."
"So you are familiar."
Zaina blinked innocently before she nodded.
"Wait." As if she remembered something, she took a different route. "Let me show you something."
"What?"
"Just follow me!"
Akamir raised an eyebrow but followed her without question.
The path she took was narrower, lined with bushes and soft grass.
The trees here were thicker, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze.
Nayomi hovered just behind them, her usual grumbling quiet now, though her eyes scanned the area cautiously.
Zaina led them past a bend, then up a small slope, her pace picking up with excitement.
"Careful," she said, glancing back. "It gets a bit slippery here."
"I can handle slippery," Akamir replied dryly, stepping over a patch of moss-covered rock.
After a few more minutes of walking, they reached a clearing.
The sunlight spilled through the gaps in the trees, casting golden light on a quiet little pond.
The water shimmered, clear as glass.
A few white flowers floated on the surface, and small insects buzzed lazily around.
The place was untouched and peaceful.
Zaina turned to Akamir with a grin. "This is my secret spot."
Akamir looked around slowly. "It's quiet."
"It's beautiful," Nayomi whispered, surprising him.
Zaina smiled. "Right? I used to come here whenever I felt like escaping."
Akamir nodded as Zaina began to move once again.
"What now?"
"There is one more thing you should see."
she said, walking around the pond.
Akamir moved behind her as she took him to a place covered with some dirt.
Akamir tilted his head in confusion. "What is it?"
Zaina didn't reply. Instead, she drew in a deep breath.
Raising her hand, she conjured a mana circle of wind.
A gentle yet firm gust of wind rushed over the dirt, clearing it.
"....."
Akamir blankly stared at 'it'.
A skeleton.
But ten times larger than any human.
And...
Worst of all, Akamir still felt a pressure from it.
"What is this...?" he asked quietly.
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"What is this...?" he asked quietly.
Zaina stepped back as the last of the dust settled.
The massive skeleton lay half-buried in the ground, its ribs like the arches of a broken cathedral.
"I don't know," she whispered. "But it's been here for as long as I can remember."
Akamir crouched beside it, running his fingers along one of the bones.
It felt... warm, as if the thing was alive.
Nayomi hovered just behind, eyes narrowed. "This isn't normal, why is it here?"
Akamir glanced at her.
"You know what it is?" he whispered.
"A dead body," she replied softly. "Of a fire giant."
"Fire giant?"
Zaina frowned as she was focusing on him. "What's a fire giant?"
"Remember how I told you about the story about the first elf?"
Nayomi asked, floating closer to the thing.
"Before the influence of the golden sun, there were many races... but only three were at the pinnacle."
Akamir waited for her to continue, ignoring the weird look Zaina was giving him.
"They were dragons, frost giants and fire giants."
Nayomi hovered closer to the skeleton, her voice quiet and steady.
"Fire giants were born from the heart of volcanoes," she said.
"They could burn down entire forests with a single breath. Their bodies were pure mana. That's why even in death, this one's still radiating pressure."
"Are they extinct?" Akamir wondered aloud.
"No," Nayomi replied, shaking her head. "You will find the last of his race at the southern pole."
"What?" He frowned. "Why there?"
"The first elf... Iriel of the Dawn," Nayomi whispered. "She gave him the punishment to keep the eternal fire burning till the bed of the world."
"....."
Akamir remained silent for a while as he looked at the giant's skeleton.
'That's some tough luck they have.'
He thought before he glanced at Nayomi once again.
"Is it dangerous?" Akamir asked.
"It was dangerous," she replied. "Now... I don't know. But even in death, this thing has a mana pressure."
Zaina knelt beside Akamir. "I found it when I was little. I used to sit near it and tell it stories."
He turned to look at her, surprised. "You talked to it?"
She shrugged. "It felt lonely."
Akamir said nothing.
He stood up slowly, eyes still locked on the bones.
His mind was already racing with tons of possibilities.
The mountains weren't just rich in minerals—.
'Maybe there is something else here.'
Zaina stood too, brushing dirt from her cloak. "No one else knows about this."
Akamir glanced at her. "Not even your father?"
She shook her head. "Especially not him," she replied. "If he knew then he would have taken it away from me."
Akamir gave her a slow nod without saying anything else.
He finally looked at Zaina again. "Can you give me a few moments alone?"
She tilted her head. "Why?"
"Just leave me alone for a while."
She gave him a suspicious look. "You aren't going to steal it, right?"
Akamir tilted his head. "Why would I do that?"
Zaina squinted at him, clearly not convinced. "Because you're weird. And you always look like you're hiding something."
Akamir gave a faint grin.
"I am hiding things but just not this," he replied. "I will be back in a few minutes."
Zaina gave him one last look, then turned and began walking down the slope. "Five minutes. Don't do anything creepy."
"I'll try my best," he called after her.
Once they were gone, the clearing felt strangely quiet.
Akamir drew in a deep breath before he summoned his crown.
An animous red light began to shine in the place around him.
Slowly, five different portals began to open up close to him.
From it, five different deformed beings began to crawl out.
Akamir waited for them to assemble themselves.
They bowed in front of him, their creepy voice echoing in unison. "Master."
Akamir looked at the five beings in front of him. They were tall and twisted, like melting shadows with bones.
Akamir looked around the place.
"Scan the area and make a map," he ordered them. "Use any animals and take over their bodies."
He glanced at the dead body of the fire giant.
"Look for things that are abnormal," he continued. "And also find different routes of the mines that extract mana stones."
The five creatures bowed again, their forms flickering like smoke in the sunlight.
"As you command," they whispered, before scattering in different directions.
Akamir watched them go, then turned back toward the fire giant's skeleton.
It still gave off that strange warmth that he didn't like.
"What are you going to do with the mana stones?" Nayomi asked, floating closely. "Anything in mind?"
"You know when I first came here, I wanted to create a teleportation portal."
He said, as he began to walk away.
"I have seen the current ones but they use too many mana stones to work."
He then looked into her eyes. "I plan to make new teleportation portals that use way less mana stones."
The kingdom has one glaring problem.
They don't use teleportation portals for the shipment of the goods.
One of the reasons is definitely the cross-border security but the main reason is the cost.
'Using teleportation portals to ship things costs a lot.'
It's so much that the prices spike too much.
Akamir planned to change that.
Nayomi floated in front of him, blocking his path.
"Do you even know what you are doing?" she asked, staring into his eyes.
Akamir tilted his head. "Working to improve my compa—."
"You are changing the order of things," she cut in his words. "Why do you think humans of this continent have such backwards technology?"
"...."
Akamir stared at her without any words.
Nayomi continued with clear irritation in her voice. "It's because that's how it should be."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Humans are the weakest race, Akamir," she replied. "Someone tried to forcefully bring them on top once... and the effects of the decision can still be seen."
Akamir's brow furrowed.
He didn't say anything right away.
"Don't try to rise too fast," she whispered softly. "You will attract things that will destroy everything."
"...."
Akamir remained silent after that.
Nayomi moved away from his path and he resumed his walk, still deep in thought.
'Things far above me, huh?'
He thought to himself, placing his hand in the pocket once again.
'I wonder how many are there.'
Still deep in thought, he met with Zaina who sat by the pond.
She stood up, dusting her dress. "Shall we go back?"
Akamir nodded with a smile. "Yeah, sure."
Zaina nodded as she began walking with him. "By the way, what were you doing with the skeleton?"
"I was touching it inappropriately," Akamir replied with a straight face.
"What!?"
"What am I supposed to do with a skeleton?" he replied, looking at her. "I was just looking at it."
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"....I see."
Akamir ignored the suspicious look she was giving as they walked down the mountain.
But just as they reached the town, the thunderous sound of the bell rang within the town.
Akamir turned his head towards the Church of Goddess Morana.
The bell continued to ring, every sound louder than before.
"Is something special today?" he asked, looking back at Zaina.
She blinked. "You don't remember?"
"I don't."
"Well, today is the day."
She said, looking at him.
"When Polmona Dukedom, along with the members of the church, will enter the Core Dungeon."
Akamir slowly nodded his head.
'So, it began huh?'
He thought grimly.
'The downfall of the Polmona Dukedom.'
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[Two Days Later.]
[Far North, Old Court]
[Spirit World]
'Hmm.'
Akamir hummed softly, standing inside the glowing dome untainted by the corruption around it.
It pulsed gently around them, humming with a warmth that kept the rot of the world at bay.
The leaves of spirit herbs moved around the place, floating in the air.
The small glowing balls of light hid behind Akamir in fear.
Yet their form that had begun to take a humanoid form peeked their head curiously.
In front of Akamir lay one of the mimickers, his body mingled and twisted.
"How are you feeling?"
Akamir asked, looking down at it.
"I feel fine, my lord."
The mimicker replied, his voice respectful.
"Just a little lightheaded."
Akamir nodded as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
'Is exposure to pure spirit world not working?'
Akamir thought, glancing around the dome.
The mimickers were once fairies themselves who changed because of corruption.
'Judging from what I know and from the words of Nayomi, it's probably an outer god.'
The same god who blessed the Wraith King from six hundred years ago.
'Still, is there no way to reverse the corruption?'
He wondered, staring at the mimicker.
Akamir crouched beside the mimicker, his eyes curious.
Its twisted features twitched slightly, but it didn't look like it was in pain.
Just... confused.
"You said you feel fine," Akamir said softly, "but does it hurt anywhere?"
The mimicker blinked, its eyes glimmering. "No, my lord. It's just quiet here."
Akamir nodded as he stood up. "You can go back now."
The mimicker's body twisted to stand up.
Akamir summoned his crown and opened a portal for it to crawl back.
'Wait, where do they even go?'
He suddenly wondered, curiously looking at the portal.
"They move to a place at the centre of the spirit world."
Nayomi answered his question, noticing how he looked at the portal.
"That's where most of the corruption is situated."
Akamir gave her a gentle nod as he looked at the newly born fairies.
With the mimicker gone, they once again began to freely move around the place.
Akamir raised his hand and waited for a few moments.
It didn't take long before one of them moved and sat on it.
He slowly brought his hand closer, inspecting her.
Most of her body was still just a glowing mass but the two small wings were distinguishable.
Nayomi floated towards the spirit. "Do you want to form a contract with her?"
Akamir looked at her. "Should I?"
"I don't know." She replied. "It's your call."
"...hmm." He hummed thoughtfully. "What are the benefits of having one again?"
"You form a spirit core." She replied, looking at him. "A bond that connects you with the spirit and Astral world."
Akamir looked at her confusedly. "Astral world?"
"Just think of it as a world of souls." She replied, drifting around the place.
"A spirit core will help you strengthen your soul and keep you safe from races that attack souls."
"There are such races as well?" Akamir asked, frowning.
"Yes." She replied, nodding her head. "There are many races in this world."
Akamir tilted his head slightly, still watching the small spirit resting on his palm.
"So this will help protect my soul," he said quietly. "That sounds useful."
"Very," Nayomi said, her tone soft but sure. "Especially for someone like you."
Akamir raised a brow. "Someone like me?"
"You aren't from this world, remember." She reminded him. "A lot of beings will be interested to know what an otherworlder soul looks like."
Akamir slowly nodded at her words.
'She is right.' he thought. 'Things are already unpredictable as they are now.'
The spirit in his hand fluttered her tiny wings.
Akamir gently touched her body. "Should I form a contract with her?"
"I would suggest you to wait." Nayomi said. "There is a chance for a spirit queen to be born here."
"Hmm?" Akamir tilted his head. "How can you be so sure?"
"Let's just say woman's intuition." She replied, looking at him. "Just wait for a few months and if she isn't born you can form a normal contract."
Akamir narrowed his eyes in suspicion but chose to believe in her words.
"Alright." He said, gently letting go of the fairy in his hand. "I will wait for a while."
Nayomi didn't say anything else as she floated away from him.
Akamir finally shifted his attention to the leaves of spirit herbs that floated around him.
'I should start exporting them.'
He thought as he grabbed one of them and shoved it in his mouth.
Surprisingly, the taste was sweet for a leaf.
Akamir then took out a clean piece of cloth and placed another leaf inside it.
'This should be enough to convince him.'
Akamir thought as he drew in a deep breath.
The crown over his head shone once more and a portal emerged in front of him.
Akamir looked back once before he walked inside it.
---
[Pandora Academy.]
It has been two days since Akamir met with Zaina's father.
The deal he had with him was almost completed with the mimickers scanning the entire mountain for anything worthwhile.
'It's great to know the company I took time to build is earning so much.'
Akamir thought as he walked towards the teacher's building.
During the first week of the inauguration, the company had earned a total revenue of 700k gold coins.
'It's a crazy amount when compared to the annual taxes of a dukedom, which is only 500k.'
All in all, things are doing a lot better than he expected.
Akamir walked on the spiral staircase before he arrived at the door of Velyrian's office.
He walked inside without knocking.
Velyrian, who was busy writing something, quickly looked up at him.
"Y-you came?" He asked, going back to his work.
Akamir clearly noticed the shudder in his voice.
'What even happened to him?'
He wondered as he walked towards the crippled elf.
The man was working on the staff that he planned to gift his master.
"How long will it take to perfect it?" Akamir asked, standing beside him.
Velyrian didn't look up at first.
His hands moved slowly, carefully adjusting a fragment of glowing crystal over a veiny group of lines.
It was like the nervous system of humans but in the shape of a staff.
'If I remember correctly, this will go inside the staff.'
"A few more days," he said, his voice low. "Maybe less if I can get the core stable."
"You don't sound too confident."
"Because I am not." He replied, shaking his head. "This thing is harder than it looks."
Akamir leaned closer to the diagram placed on the side. "Is it because you need to add two Ascendant runes?"
"Partially, yes." He replied, leaning back on his chair. "But most importantly, I need to make sure it doesn't break from the inside."
Akamir nodded, getting a gist of his problem.
'It's like having too many things shoved down something that can barely control itself.'
Akamir thought, tracing the diagram on the desk.
"I also need a way for him to fight the way his soul is deteriorating." Velyrian whispered softly. "It will all be for nothing if I can't stop it."
Akamir looked at him curiously. "Deteriorating?"
"Uh...His soul is too old for his body." Velyrian said, shaking his head. "It's hard to explain."
Akamir leaned back on the desk, looking at him.
"And the solution to stop the deterioration?"
Velyrian thought for a moment before he whispered. "It's hard to find."
"Is that a spirit herb?" Akamir asked, tilting his head. "Because it does have a similar function."
Velyrian paused, his pale fingers hovering above the staff piece.
"...Spirit herb?" he asked slowly, blinking up at Akamir. "That's impossible to find—."
Akamir nodded and took out the folded cloth from his pocket, carefully unwrapping it to reveal the single, glowing leaf.
The soft green shimmer from the herb cast a gentle light across Velyrian's face.
The elf leaned forward. "How did you.....?"
"I told you about it, didn't I?" Akamir asked, looking at him. "There is a company selling them."
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Chapter 97: Staff [2]
"I told you about it, didn't I?" Akamir asked, looking at him. "There is a company selling them."
There was a silence that lingered between them.
Velyrian had a blank look on his face as he stared at the leaf.
His trembling hand reached out to touch it.
"Try and see if it's real or not."
Akamir said as he passed the leaf to him.
"....Yeah."
Velyrian took the leaf with utmost care as if it would break at the slightest mistake.
Akamir leaned back on the desk as the elf began inspecting it.
Knock!
There was a knock on the door before Milo walked inside.
She blinked, looking at Akamir before she greeted him.
"Hello."
Akamir just smiled before he looked back at Velyrian.
Curious, Milo also walked towards them as she looked at the leaf in Velyrian's hand.
Her eyes immediately widened.
Milo leaned in, her eyes glued to the glowing leaf in Velyrian's hand.
"Is that... a spirit herb?" she whispered, voice filled with disbelief.
Velyrian didn't respond immediately. His fingers were carefully tracing the edges of the leaf, as if committing every detail to memory.
"It is," he finally muttered. "It's not an illusion or mimic. This is the real thing."
Milo looked at Akamir, eyebrows raised. "Did you get this?"
"...Yeah." Akamir replied, rubbing his neck. "There is a new company that somehow got their hands on it."
Milo gave him a soft nod. "....Must be hard."
"I am the duke's son." Akamir shrugged lightly. "I got connections."
Milo rolled her eyes but didn't argue.
Meanwhile, Velyrian looked up, his voice soft. "This... changes things."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "So it can help your master?"
"Yes." Velyrian nodded, rubbing his temples. "It can."
"I still don't understand though." Akamir said, glancing back at the staff's diagram. "What is even your master's problem?"
Velyrian let out a sigh as he leaned back on the chair once again.
"...Things are different with my master." He whispered, and Milo curiously moved closer.
'Yeah, even she doesn't know anything about his master.'
"His race was a peace-loving race that was made to show the world a better future."
Akamir frowned. "Made by who?"
"Exalted Empyrean Noethea." Velyrian said, his voice carrying a heavy tone. "He was made by her."
"....."
Akamir remained silent as he slowly glanced at Nayomi.
"She is the youngest daughter of Inola El Lunari, the first wife of Asaemon." She informed him, her voice soft. "I don't know anything else about her."
Akamir frowned hard at her words.
Nayomi, who had most of the knowledge, didn't know much about her?
'....That's concerning.'
"Wait." Akamir shifted back to Velyrian. "Isn't Exalted Empyrean a rank? Why are you using it as a title?"
Velyrian gave him a look. "You sure are knowledgeable."
Akamir tilted his head. "Am I wrong?"
"Partially wrong." He replied, shaking his head. "Exalted Empyrean is a ranking but at the same time a title given to those with divine bloodline and potential to reach Godhood."
Akamir nodded in response, finding his words interesting.
'Divine bloodline, huh?'
"My master belonged to a race that doesn't know how to fight and his body doesn't help much."
He continued, letting out a sigh as his gaze fell on the half-complete staff.
"But to compensate for that, he was given a long life and a brilliant mind."
Akamir looked at him. "What problem does his soul have?"
Velyrian took a moment before answering. His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden edge of the table.
"It's... unraveling."
Milo blinked. "Unraveling?"
"It's like a thread being pulled from a cloth." Velyrian nodded slowly. "It's not sudden, but it's constant. His soul is... fading."
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "Is it a curse?"
"No," Velyrian replied. "It's the cost."
"Cost of what?" Milo asked, brows furrowed.
"The cost of being made," Velyrian said quietly.
"His existence isn't natural. He wasn't born like us... he was created. Something about him was flawed. Or maybe, it was never meant to last."
Silence settled in the room again.
Akamir leaned back, arms crossed. "And the staff?"
Velyrian nodded. "A way to keep his soul connected and make him stronger as well."
"....I see." Akamir mumbled, glancing at the leaf laying on the table. "I will give this one as a gift and will provide you with more."
Velyrian looked at him seriously. "What do you want in return?"
'He is smart, alright.'
"Help me from any connection." Akamir replied, tapping close to the herb. "You see, the company I talked about wants to sell these to elves."
Velyrian's eyes narrowed slightly. "To elves? For what purpose?"
"I don't know." Akamir shrugged. "Probably for more profit?"
"You have a good connection with the company, don't you?" Milo asked, giving him a suspicious look.
Akamir just smiled. "I do."
Velyrian remained quiet for a long while before he sighed.
He grabbed a pen and paper and began writing down something.
"Here is the address of an elf that lives in this kingdom." Velyrian said, passing the note to him. "Tell him my name and he will directly arrange a meeting with the royal elves."
Akamir took the paper as he looked at him with clear surprise in his eyes.
"Aren't you well-known?" He mumbled softly. "Directly to the royals?"
There was a flicker of sadness in his eyes before he looked away.
"....My daughter is quite high-ranking in the elven kingdom." That's all he said.
Akamir looked at him for a second before he simply nodded. "I see."
He turned around, walking towards the door. "Well, I will see you—."
"Where are you going?" Velyrian cut in his words. "Come back."
Akamir's lips twitched as he looked back at him. "What now."
Velyrian pointed at the staff. "Help me with this."
Akamir sighed. "I can't—."
"Help me and I will give you something special." Velyrian interrupted again, this time placing something on the table.
Akamir raised his brow. "What's that?"
"A book with two hundred different spells." He said, looking at him. "I can sense your mana has increased but I know you don't know many magic circles."
He picked the book. "This will help you."
Akamir thought for a moment before he let out a sigh.
'Even though learning by myself would be fun, but a guidebook will be helpful.'
Akamir walked towards him. "Fine, what do you need me to do."
"Check the diagram and tell me if you see any flaws." He said, gently picking up the leaf. "And don't just skimp—give it a proper read."
"....Yeah."
Akamir let out a sigh as Milo helped him search all the diagrams.
"By the way, Asher." Velyrian said, looking at him. "Never take the Exalted Empyrean's name."
Akamir frowned. "What?"
"Her name." He said, his voice serious. "She pardoned the elves, but she isn't that merciful to other races."
Akamir blinked. "...Noted."
He didn't fully understand why Velyrian suddenly turned grim, but the weight behind his words was enough.
His gaze shifted as he began inspecting the diagram.
---
"Urgh!"
Akamir stretched his body as he walked out of Velyrian's office.
It was already afternoon when he was given a break.
'There were a lot of flaws in his diagram.'
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped into the hallway.
His body was sore from hours of sitting and squinting at tiny details.
But there was one thing that kept playing in his mind.
'The Exalted Empyrean....'
Akamir shifted his gaze towards Nayomi.
"Do you think something will happen if I take her name?" Akamir asked, looking at her.
Nayomi tilted her head. "Whose name?"
"The Empyrean." He said. "The one Velyrian warned about."
"It's better if you don't do that." She replied, looking at him. "We can't be sure what will happen."
Akamir didn't argue.
He just gave a small nod.
But deep down in his soul.
There was a curiosity that was eating him alive.
'Will something really happen if I take her name?'
Akamir wondered, walking out of the teacher's building.
His blood-red eyes blinked at the clear sky.
Akamir let out a sigh.
"Who really are you?" He whispered unconsciously. "Noeth—."
Akamir stopped himself at the last second.
His heart hammered in his ribcage as he looked around him.
"What are you doing?" Nayomi growled. "Are you stupid?"
"Chill out."
Akamir said, looking at her.
"Nothing happened—."
His words died in his throat.
Akamir blinked....
...Only to find himself standing on the rough surface of the moon.
'...What?'
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Chapter 98: Snow Witch's Earrings.
Akamir blinked....
...Only to find himself standing on the rough surface of the moon.
'...What?'
Akamir staggered a step back in utter bewilderment.
The weightlessness hit him first, the strange sensation of gravity no longer pulling him down.
The surface beneath his feet felt rough and cold, like jagged stone carved in silence over centuries.
He slowly raised his head to look up.
The sky was black.
Pitch black.
There were no stars.
No sun.
No warmth.
Just the looming, eternal void that tried to grab his soul.
"...Nayomi?" he called, his voice shaky.
No response.
There was no sound in the place, not even his own voice echoed.
'This isn't real.'
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he calmed his raging heart.
He quickly took notice of his current form.
'It's not my physical body but.....more like my soul.'
He spun around, his breath came out in puffs that turned into glowing mist.
The horizon stretched forever, a dull silver landscape of craters and broken towers made of bone-white stone.
At the edge of his vision, something glowed.
Like a moth attracted to a fire, Akamir slowly walked toward it.
Each step echoed inside his mind, not in his ears.
It was like he was in a place that was a blurred plane of mixed realities.
....Finally he saw her.
A woman stood at the top of a broken staircase, her back to him.
She wore a flowing robe that looked like it was woven from strands of starlight and darkness.
Her long hair floated as if underwater, midnight blue with silver tips, glowing faintly like the dying embers of a once-burning sun.
'W-What is happening?'
Akamir felt a different type of pressure in her presence.
As if he was in the presence of a.... Goddess.
She slowly turned her head toward him.
And Akamir froze in his place.
Her face...
It was like looking at something half-formed and too real at the same time.
Her features shifted slightly, like a memory trying to be remembered.
One eye was silver.
The other, gold.
Her gaze pierced through him, into him, as though she saw every decision, every doubt, every lie he ever told.
'...Is this even real?'
Akamir tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
She raised her hand.
The world trembled.
A single word appeared in his mind—not spoken aloud but in his mind.
"You...?"
Akamir blinked in confusion at her words.
He blinked.
Now she stood in front of him.
The first thing that Akamir noticed was her hand.
She had four hands instead of two, the first pair folded.
He didn't understand who she was, but his heart raced like prey before a predator.
...She stood still, unmoving.
Up close, the sheer weight of her presence pressed down on him like a mountain.
The second pair of her hands rose slowly in an elegant way.
Akamir took a step back away from her reach.
"Who... are you?" he finally whispered even though he knew who she might be.
The woman tilted her head, the way a question looks at itself.
Her voice echoed not in sound, but in memory.
Akamir's eyes widened. "What... does that mean?"
Akamir frowned. "Yet?"
She took a step forward, closer to him.
Akamir felt goosebumps all over his body.
He whispered once again. "What do you mean?"
The woman's lips parted but instead of words, images flashed in his mind:
A golden tree bleeding fire.
A face without eyes whispering something beside an eight-fingered hand.
A sword buried in a heart that still beat.
.....And a throne, cracked, that waited for its owner.
Akamir gasped audibly as he took a look at her confusingly.
She whispered softly, her voice echoed in his mind.
Her inhuman hand touched his ears.
The moon beneath him shattered like glass.
---
"Hah!"
Akamir jerked back to reality as his body sat straight back up.
Cold sweat dripped down his back as his hands trembled violently.
"Hah..."
Akamir exhaled softly before he looked around the place.
Only to find himself in his room back in the estate.
'Why am I here?'
He frowned as he looked around the place.
"You were knocked unconscious after taking her name."
Nayomi's voice echoed, making him look up.
"The faculty brought you back after finding nothing wrong with you."
Akamir let out a sigh as he leaned back on the bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a while, letting Nayomi's words settle.
Her name?
That woman on the moon... was real?
'....What is wrong with this world?'
Akamir let out another sigh as the door of his room clicked open.
Zia, his maid, walked in with some bathwater.
She blinked and he blinked back at her.
"Young master." Zia cried out, rushing towards him. "Are you alright!?"
Zia dropped the water bowl, ignoring the splash that hit the floor as she knelt by Akamir's bedside, her eyes wide with worry.
"I heard you collapsed. What happened?" Her voice trembled, hands already checking his forehead, cheeks, arms.
Akamir slapped her hand away. "I am fine." He groaned.
"But you collapsed!"
"Yeah, I know that." Akamir said, pushing himself up from the bed. "But I am fine now."
Zia quickly got back up, placing her hands behind him, fearing he might collapse again.
"Who brought me here?" Akamir asked, glancing back at her.
"Princess Inara." She replied softly. "She was concerned about you."
Akamir whispered. "....I see."
There was a silence that lingered between them.
Akamir now turned fully towards her. "By the way." He said. "I had something to ask."
Zia blinked in confusion. "What is it?"
"You said, you were with me since I was an infant." Akamir said, staring into her eyes. "Do you know anything about my mother?"
Zia froze.
For a second, she didn't move, didn't breathe.
Her lips parted slightly, as if the question had punched the air out of her.
"...Why are you asking about her now?" she finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Akamir tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Just answer me."
Zia lowered her gaze. Her hands clenched in front of her apron.
"I don't remember much," she said slowly. "I was just a child when I came to serve your family... but I do remember one thing clearly."
Akamir leaned forward. "Go on."
She finally looked up at him. "That your mother loved you."
Akamir tilted his head. "Have you seen my mother?"
Zia blinked then shook her head. "...No."
Akamir gave her a look. "Then how can you say she loved me?"
Zia's fingers curled tighter into the fabric of her apron.
"Because," she said quietly, "someone told me."
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "Who?"
Zia hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. "...A maid. Older than me. She's gone now."
"And you believe in her words?" Akamir asked, staring into her eyes.
Zia finally sighed. "I don't know....I don't remember much."
Akamir looked at her for a few seconds before he nodded. "Fine."
He turned around. "Can you get me something to eat?"
Zia bowed towards him. "Yes, young master."
She moved towards the door and grabbed the handle but at the last second she looked back.
"Young master." She said. "The earrings look good on you."
She opened the door and walked out leaving him alone in the room.
Akamir frowned. 'What earrings?'
He moved towards the mirror in his room and sure enough, he was wearing them.
"Do you think she is lying about your mother?" Nayomi said, floating close by.
Akamir replied without looking at her. "It's obvious." He mumbled. "I wouldn't be surprised if she worked for my mother."
"...."
Nayomi said nothing as Akamir observed the earrings.
It was pure white like snow in the shape of a half moon.
"You saw her didn't you?" Nayomi asked, narrowing her eyes.
Akamir let out a sigh. ".... Yeah."
Nayomi blinked. "I am surprised you are still alive."
"...Me too." Akamir mumbled. "She said she was giving me a gift, is this earrings...?"
To confirm his doubt, Akamir touched the earrings.
And just as he expected....
[You are in the presence of a sealed Artifact.]
A message popped up in front of him.
[Would you like to use "memories"?]
[Yes/no]
Akamir clicked on "yes."
Only to get even more confused.
[Artifacts made by the user are automatically saved in memories.]
Akamir frowned hard. "Made by me?"
Those words made no sense to him as he opened the memories tab.
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Snow Witch's Earrings.
Abilities:
• Mastery over Lunar Magic.
• A slight increase in stats at Night.
• Protection from Golden Sun's influence.
•?????
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'....'
There were so many questions that Akamir had as he saw the status screen.
He couldn't even understand what they signified.
'Lunar magic?'
Akamir frowned as he looked back at Nayomi.
"Is there something else you know about her?" He asked, his voice cautious now. "The Exalted Eympriain?"
"...."
Nayomi thought for a long while before she whispered.
"I think she is also related to an outer God." Her voice was uncertain. "Perhaps with the Crimson Moon?"
He tilted his head. "Crimson Moon?"
"It's a force against the Golden Sun." She replied softly. "But nothing much is known about it."
Akamir let out a sigh as he sat back on the bed.
He lowered his gaze to his hand as a memory returned to him. "I saw an enormous tree bleed fire."
Nayomi opened her mouth to speak but shut it down.
"And....." He continued silently. "She called me Consort."
That got a reaction from the girl. "....What?"
Akamir looked at her. "What happened?"
"Do you even know what a consort is?"
Akamir frowned. "Of course I do. It's....."
His words slowed down.
"....A partner."
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