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Chapter 99: [Side Story]: Elore and The Church of Goddess Morana.
[Elore's POV.]
'So, this is the place, huh?'
Elore thought as he stood still, his eyes fixed on the enormous structure rising before him.
The Church of Morana was unlike anything built on the mainland.
It stood tall on a floating island off the southern edge of the small continent, held up by gravity magic and technology no one fully understood anymore.
From the front, the towering church structure looked like a hollowed-out enormous crown.
Its structure smooth like jade with no pore or break in structure.
'Is this really made by mortals?'
Elore wondered, slowly walking towards the tower.
It took him some time to clean up the mess in Eldergrove town.
But Elore completed his work and was ready to do his next task.
'I need to gather as much information about the church as possible.'
He thought, staring at the building with a determined look on his face.
'No matter how bad things go, I won't disappoint my master.'
Elore felt a twitch on his body as he drew closer.
'The place has a presence.'
This was the main base of the Church of Morana.
The goddess who is worshipped by humans as their savior.
Back when the humans were treated as nothing but slaves, she was there for them.
As the guide and as a ray of hope.
'Perhaps she saw the potential in their absurd reproduction.'
Humans have the most rapid growth in population.
There never has been any race that came close to them.
And for a goddess, faith of her followers is one of the most essential things.
And the more believers she had, the better it's for her.
She was respected, feared, and remembered.
'And the Sealed Artifact is still inside the church.'
Elore knows from his host's memories that that thing is here.
At the center, deep below the cathedral's foundation.
The sealed artifact said to disturb the flow of time itself.
Few had ever seen it, and those who did never spoke about it afterward.
Elore had never been this close before.
The cold wind bit through his cloak as he stood at the massive golden gates.
Behind him, clouds drifted lazily over the void between land and sky.
The island didn't cast a shadow on the ground below.
Another strange feature no one liked to question.
'Hmm?'
Footsteps approached from behind, making him turn around.
A knight clad in the church's silver and black armor came to a halt beside him.
His helm was under his arm, revealing a tired but familiar face.
"Elore," the knight said with a short nod. "You've been summoned by His Holiness. I'm to take you to the inner sanctum."
Elore gave a quiet nod in return and followed.
The knight led him inside the crown-like building.
Elore looked around the place, finding it filled with priests and nuns.
Most of them were humans, but he did see a few different races.
As they walked through the towering halls, the knight kept his voice low.
"Things have been tense lately, after the reveal of the Avatar. 'They' have started to grow restless."
Elore looked at him confusedly, he quietly asked, "Did something happen?"
"Yes. A lot." The knight continued, "As things are now, the Avatar Zaina is at risk of losing her life by the Bloodhound Omen."
Elore's interest piqued at her name.
'Isn't she master's spouse?' he thought, taking a step closer.
He asked, "Who might the Bloodhound Omen be?"
The knight looked at him confusedly. "How can you not know the greatest nuisance of the church?"
"Forgive my ignorance." He replied. "But I haven't been here in years."
The knight sighed, holding back a lot of lectures to himself.
"They are a group of wicked souls led by Blood Queen Selena... One of the students of Inola." He replied, grinding his teeth in hatred. "Out of fifteen Avatars to ever be born, twelve were killed by those accursed beings."
'I should inform about them to my lord.'
Elore gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the stained glass windows.
Each one told a story of Morana's touch.
How cities turned to dust, lives ending in silence, cycles broken with one breath.
It felt more like a warning than preaching of the goddess.
They passed a set of double doors reinforced with runes and black metal and finally reached a smaller, quiet chamber near the center of the cathedral.
"This is it," the knight said, pulling the door open.
Inside, the room was warm.
Candles lined the walls, keeping most of the place in darkness.
At the far end stood a tall figure dressed in layered white and grey robes, his face old yet kind.
His hair was pure white. His eyes were half-closed like that of a slit.
"Ah, Elore," the man said, his voice gentle and calm. "Come in, my child."
Elore stepped inside and bowed his head even though he hated it to his core.
"Your Holiness."
'He is strong.' Elore thought. 'Far stronger than anyone I have seen.'
Only when he stood in his presence did Elore notice it.
The terrifying pressure the person was emitting from just standing.
It was like he was seeing someone who stood at the top of the food chain.
Elon looked at him for a while like he was examining him.
But he lowered his guard when he found nothing wrong with Elore.
Pope Elon smiled and stepped forward, placing a hand lightly on Elore's shoulder. "It brings me peace to see your face again. You've done good work. The seal at Eldergrove is stable, yes?"
"Yes," Elore said. "It's holding."
"Excellent." Elon turned away and motioned toward a table set with tea. "You always deliver when it matters. Sit. Rest a moment."
Elore sat across from him, still quiet.
Elon poured the tea himself, not bothering with servants.
"The Witch of the End is not just any prisoner. Her existence alone strains the balance. But with you watching over her seal, I've been able to breathe easier. You've done the Goddess a great service."
Elore only nodded. Praise made him uncomfortable, but he accepted it.
"As for the church," Elon said, settling into his chair, "we've had a few... complications."
Elore nodded softly. "The knight informed me about them."
Elon sipped his tea before continuing. "You must understand, Elore, the Bloodhound Omen isn't just a band of heretics. They've been waiting for a moment like this."
Elore's gaze didn't shift from the man in front of him. "I presume you already have a counter?"
"I do." He replied quietly. "But so did the ones before me, yet the Avatar still died."
Elore said nothing but stared at the cup in front of him.
"Still, we need to keep an eye on the Avatar." He replied, looking at him. "I am sure that stupid Bishop Rayan is already doing some shady things."
Elon stood up from his seat and began taking off his robe. "I would love to have her trapped in a prison under my supervision, but I can't do that."
Elore tilted his head. "And why is that?"
Elon gave him a look. "What if Goddess Morana decided to descend through her?"
Elore blinked. "Pardon?"
"You heard me." He replied. "Although rare, there are instances when she has done it before."
"...."
Elore's expression gradually changed.
'I need to tell master about it.' He thought grimly. 'He might be in great danger just by being close to her.'
The door of the room opened up, making him look forward.
A young boy walked in and bowed towards Pope Elon. "Your Holiness."
He smiled, gently caressing his head. "Are you here to serve me, child?"
The young boy smiled innocently. "It is my duty to serve you."
Elore stood up from his seat. "What do I need to do, Your Holiness?"
"Rest for now." He replied, his voice growing lustful. "I have a few things ready for you tomorrow."
Elore nodded and began to walk out as Pope Elon began to take off his clothes.
"Oh, and one more thing." Elon said, making him halt. "There is one more nuisance I need you to look into."
Elore looked at him. "What that might be?"
"There is a company that's growing too fast." He replied, his voice cold. "Stun their growth."
Elore's expression turned hollow as he caught up to his words. "And what company that might be?"
Elon looked at him. "Imoyan company."
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Chapter 100: [Side Story]: Necro and The Elves.
[Necro's POV]
[Sand forest town.]
'It's quiet in here.'
Necro thought as he looked around the place, four mimickers walking behind him.
The afternoon sun cast a soft light over the quiet town nestled between the Sylvan kingdom and Krivos.
The buildings were low, mostly wooden, with pointed roofs that hinted at a mixture of elf and human craftsmanship.
He walked through the main street beside a tall elf woman with green hair, the one Velyrian had suggested accompany him.
'Lady Aavana.....'
Necro thought, shifting his focus somewhere else.
Even though she was a beautiful woman, Necro had no thoughts about her.
Despite their abilities to mimic anything and anyone, there is one thing that they don't have.
The ability to love or even mimic it.
Their loyalty lay only to their master and nothing else.
'Still, I wonder if master would like her.'
Necro pushed away those thoughts as he focused on the task at hand.
After Akamir had given him the location, Necro didn't waste any time to reach the place.
He left the company in Vesha's hands and rushed to Sand forest town.
True to what Velyrian said, she did contact the elves and half a day later they were here to check the authenticity of the spirit herbs.
'It's good that master sent us a few samples beforehand.'
Necro thought as they moved out of the main streets.
'I still need to make sure I complete his task flawlessly.'
Aavana slowed down her steps as she glanced at him.
Necro stayed a step behind, letting her lead. He wasn't here to draw attention anyway.
Yet....
Necro clearly saw the disgusted look she was giving to him.
"Is there something about me you don't like?" he asked directly, catching her off guard.
"Pardon?" She blinked. "Oh, it's nothing like that..."
"You can be honest, miss." he replied with a soft smile on his face. "Is it because of the previous wars?"
When two races with different cultures and traditions live in such close areas, conflicts are inevitable.
And humans and elves were no different.
In the past few centuries, there have been countless small- and large-scale wars between them.
Needless to say, elves of Sylvan kingdom never liked humans who always initiated it.
"It's not that..." Aavana said, glancing at him. "Don't take my words to heart but you guys smell bad."
The smile on Necro's face twitched.
"Ah, I see." he said, taking a step back.
'Maybe it's because we are mimickers.'
He thought, guessing the reason behind the smell.
Elves are well known for being close to nature so it's not hard for them to find something isn't right with them.
'Still, it doesn't matter as long as we don't give away who we are.'
The inn they were headed to stood at the far end of the town.
It was cleaner than the others they had passed, with ivy crawling up one side of its frame and a small wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze.
A guard stood outside the door but didn't stop them.
He gave a small nod to the elf, who returned it without a word.
She looked back at him. "They asked for only you."
Necro nodded and looked back at the others. "Stay here."
Aavana walked in and he followed her inside.
The hall room was dim, lit by a single lantern hanging from a rafter.
Three elves sat at a round table near the back wall.
They looked up as the two entered.
One of them was older than the others, with thin strands of white hair.
His eyes lingered on Necro before shifting to the silver-haired elf.
She gave a slight bow. "This is the one I told you about."
Necro stepped forward, reaching into the satchel at his side.
From it, he pulled out a small cloth bundle.
He set it on the table and unfolded it slowly, revealing five slender leaves of spirit herbs.
The older elf leaned in slightly.
"These are spirit herbs," Necro said. "You can use any method to determine their authenticity."
The elf at the front didn't respond right away.
He glanced at the others beside him, then reached out. "May I?"
Necro gave a nod.
The old elf picked up one of the leaves carefully and turned it over between his fingers.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the slight crackle of the lantern's flame.
"Interesting," the elf muttered.
He brought the leaf closer to his face, then pressed it gently between his palms.
After a moment, he opened them and let out a quiet breath. "It's real."
The other two elves shifted slightly, their eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"I haven't seen spirit herbs in decades," the old alchemist said. "And never in this condition... they're fresh. Very fresh."
Necro folded his arms. "They were harvested two days ago."
"That would explain it." The elf placed the leaf back down on the cloth and looked at Necro properly for the first time. "You understand what you've brought here, don't you?"
Necro nodded. "I know, but I would still let you tell me."
The alchemist gave a short laugh. "To the right buyer, each leaf would fetch ten gold coins. Maybe more if sold to the right buyer."
The silver-haired elf said nothing, but Necro could tell she was watching both sides carefully.
The older elf leaned back in his chair, hands resting on his knees. "How much for them? I would like to show these to my empress."
There was a brief pause.
Necro met his gaze before he slid the leaves towards him. "Think of them as a token of friendship."
The old man didn't speak, but he didn't dismiss the offer either.
He slowly stood up from his seat. "I will pass them to our king right away."
Necro glanced at the silver-haired elf, who gave a barely noticeable nod.
He took a step back. "Then I will await further negotiations."
The old elf smiled. "It won't be long before we buy everything you have."
Necro smiled. "I hope so."
---
[Sylvan kingdom]
In the heart of the biggest kingdom by land in the Vyrinthia Continent.
The enormous World Tree that touched the sky looked over the kingdom.
Its branches glowing in a gentle light of gold that dimmed and burned like the tree was breathing.
At the base of the tree was a palace that stretched for kilometres in size.
Some parts were carved directly into the tree's outer bark while others stretched across bridges of woven vine and wood.
Inside one such hall, light spilled through leafy gaps in the ceiling.
A young elven man walked through the empty corridor.
His hand clenching on a box that had just arrived.
...The box that held the spirit herbs.
The young man's features were anything but ordinary.
He was young by elven standards, likely not even two centuries old.
His long white hair was tied back in a loose knot, and his robe, though not overly ornate, bore the crest of the royal family.
His golden eyes had a faint hint of anger in them that he couldn't hide.
He was the Royal Advisor of Elves and one of the strongest elves.
Lewin Anthris Faelor.
At the far end of the hallway, two guards stepped aside as he approached.
They simply bowed as he passed, letting the doors ahead of him swing open.
On the other side was a heavy chamber wall made of the strongest metal the elves have.
Lewin immediately bowed in front of the black door.
"Your Majesty." he said, his voice low. "I have brought the samples."
On the other side of the door was a woman wearing a full set of clothes that covered her entire body.
Nothing of her skin was revealed even though there was a heavy door hiding her.
Due to the curse she was carrying, anyone who looked at her was destined to lose their mind.
She was the empress of the Elves.
Seraphina Lilith Sylvan.
Her low yet eternal genderless voice echoed within the room. "Pass it to me."
Lewin stood up and slid the box inside a small opening.
Lewin watched the box disappear through the opening.
The mechanism clicked shut behind it.
He waited silently, hands behind his back, while the soft sound of movement echoed faintly from the other side.
Moments passed before her voice returned, calm, steady, and cold.
"Spirit herbs... from Krivos?"
Lewin nodded, though he knew she couldn't see him. "Yes, Your Majesty. From the one company that was rumoured to find them."
There was a pause in his voice.
"They were harvested recently," he added. "Two days ago, no more."
"Strange," the Empress said. "Krivos never had such herbs. Not in centuries."
Lewin hesitated. "They may have found a new location. Or perhaps... rediscovered an old one."
Another long silence stretched between them.
Lewin kept his posture still.
When her voice came again, it held a thoughtful tone. "Ten gold coins per leaf. They must be aware of its worth. Yet they gave it for free."
"A token of friendship," Lewin repeated flatly.
There was a faint, almost imperceptible sound—like the Empress had chuckled. "Friendship. From humans?"
Lewin's heart trembled at her chuckle. He quickly got a hold of his breathing.
"I have a suggestion, my lady." he said, looking at the wall.
"Go on."
"We should send some spies and get the company details." he said, his voice cold. "It would be better if we kill everyone and take—."
"We are not doing anything like that." the Empress replied coldly. "I am not greedy enough."
Lewin bowed his head immediately. "Then forgive me for my words."
"Give them the price they are asking after some negotiating." Her order was immediate. "Make sure we have a clean and healthy trade."
"As you wish, my lady." he replied, nodding his head.
"I will be keeping the herbs." she continued. "You can go now."
Lewin bowed once again and walked out of the room.
"Lewin."
But before he could walk out, she called him.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"The one who suggested them." Her voice remained barely audible. "It was Velyrian, right?"
"...Yes."
There was a pause.
The Empress said nothing after that.
Lewin bowed once again and walked out of the place.
And just when he was sure he was out of her range.
"FUCK."
Lewin screamed at the top of his lungs.
"WHAT IS THAT STUPID PRINCE EVEN DOING!?"
He drew in deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Ranjin!"
Lewin yelled, and a man was bowing at his feet.
"Master." he said.
"Do whatever you want!" he barked, glaring at the man.
"Go to whatever means necessary, I want that company under my control!!"
Ranjin bowed deeply. "It will be done, master."
***
[A/n: I plan to write more side stories as story progresses.
If you have any suggestions or if you want any specific side story, please let me know in the comments.]
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Chapter 101: Lunar Magic [1]
"The mana and its components are essential starting point for any magic."
Zavan, the headmistress's voice echoed within the class.
Her polished bronze skin shimmered softly as she paced inside the class.
"Most don't understand the basics of mana and complain why they can't use it."
Her golden eyes moved, looking at the students while her black hair remained tied behind her.
Zavan's heels clicked softly against the polished stone floor as she moved past the rows of desks.
She stopped near the front row and turned. "Mana isn't just some glowing energy you pull out of thin air. It has structure and it responds to intention."
A boy in the middle row raised his hand hesitantly. "But, Headmistress, if it's structured, why can't just everyone use it by learning the structure?"
"Because not everyone has the potential to do so." She replied, shaking her head.
"People have different ways of understanding mana and that changes a lot of things."
Zavan stood in front of the class, looking around. "...Some can be good at understanding and some not."
She waved her hand, and a faint shimmer formed in the air.
Two threads of blue light twisted together in slow motion, forming a spiral.
"This," she said, pointing to it, "is mana in its simplest form."
The shimmer faded, and Zavan returned to pacing. "You see back in my hometown we were always haunted by a race of sand-eating ravens."
'Hmm?'
Akamir, who had been giving no attention to the class, suddenly looked at her.
Someone whispered confusedly. "Ravens?"
Zavan raised a brow at the murmured confusion but didn't pause.
"Yes, ravens," she continued, brushing a hand through the air to dismiss the surprise. "They weren't just normal birds but the size of dragons. They fed on mana, on spells, enchantments, even emotions if strong enough."
A few students straightened in their seats, including Akamir.
"We learned the hard way," Zavan said, voice steady, "that mana isn't something you just use. It's something you live with. Something that can turn against you if you're careless."
The spiral of blue light reappeared in her palm, flickering slightly.
"Back then," she said, "my people had to learn how to mask mana—disguise it, twist it, even mute it entirely. The ravens could smell it like blood in the water."
Akamir leaned forward on his desk, arms crossed.
Zavan looked at him briefly, then turned back to the class.
"This spiral here is raw mana guided by structure. But this—"
She snapped her fingers, and the spiral suddenly dimmed into a dull grey, the lines barely visible.
"—is how it looks when concealed."
A magic circle formed on her hand but it remained in the dull grey colour.
"This is why my clan is known as one of the deadliest assassins."
She said, a smug look on her face.
"Because only we can kill someone that can't be caught even by a seer."
Zavan let the silence settle for a moment.
A student raised his hand. "Can you teach us?"
She shook her head. "No. The method belongs to us and can't be shared."
A low disappointed groan escaped from the lips of the students.
The bell rang the next second, ending the class.
"I will teach you more about different uses of mana in the next class."
She said, packing her things.
"Till then, study well."
Zavan didn't wait for their greetings as she walked out of the class.
"Hmm."
Akamir leaned back on his chair as he looked at the message floating in front of him.
[Mana concealment has been registered.]
'Well, I guess she did leak her clan arts.'
He thought, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
'Still, even though it's registered I can't use it.'
The problem with the registration is that it's not a guaranteed way to learn things.
Like how he can't use the Holy Aura because he isn't clear about its basics.
Only after learning more about it can he attempt to use it.
A small nudge on his side made him look at Zaina.
"What are you thinking so deeply?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Nothing special." Akamir replied, shaking his head. "Just some stuff."
Her amber eyes blinked at him before she sighed. "Alright."
Zaina began to pack her stuff while Akamir stood up from his seat.
"Are you going to join the next class?" Zaina asked, looking at him. "Or are you—."
"Bunking it." Akamir completed her words with a smile.
Zaina rolled her eyes, slinging her bag over one shoulder. "You're going to get in trouble one day, you know."
"I have a fiancée as the vice headmistress." Akamir shrugged. "I can survive anything."
The smile on her face died down as she gave him a cold look.
Akamir frowned. "What?"
"...Nothing." She replied, her voice frosty. "Go rub your attention to your fiancée."
With a loud 'hmph' she turned and walked out of the room.
Akamir blinked twice before sighing. "Is she really jealous?"
"Of course, she is, Captain Obvious." Nayomi said, floating beside him. "Do you have to brag about your other fiancée in front of her?"
Akamir quickly understood his own mistake.
"Yeah, I shouldn't have done that." He mumbled softly. "Oh well, whatever."
The class had already emptied out, so he also began walking out of the room.
As the sun rose over his head, Akamir walked towards the teacher's building.
"Things are going good with the elves, isn't it?" Nayomi asked, folding her hands.
Akamir nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Yeah."
It's been a week since the elves have finalized the deal with the Imoyan company.
Needless to say, it was huge.
Only the first batch of the spirit leaves was enormous.
'10,200 leaves for 100k gold coins was a great deal.'
And that was only the first batch and currently, Akamir almost has over 200k leaves and they are still producing.
'At this rate, I can have wealth compared to the dukedom in less than a year from sending only the leaves.'
That was a huge chunk of money for someone who started with nothing.
And not to mention Akamir still has the actual spirit herbs that will fetch far more money.
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he walked inside the teacher's building.
'The mimickers are already preparing to empty down the mine.' He thought, walking up the staircase. 'I will have access to the mana stone soon.'
Akamir has plans to use them in a good way.
Ways that will double down his money in a short amount of time.
"You should be more concerned about the enemies you are going to make." Nayomi chimed in. "They won't let you have everything easily."
Akamir nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I need to be cautious about the elves." He said softly. "And the information Elore gave isn't helping either."
Akamir was already aware of the Bloodhound Omen.
Even though he doesn't understand much about them, he still knows enough to understand that they are dangerous.
Even though the probability of this happening isn't high, he wasn't going to dismiss the idea of them using him.
'They can get through Zaina easily if they use me as bait.'
Akamir let out a sigh as he reached the top floor.
He walked down the hallway until he arrived at the door.
Akamir walked in without knocking.
Inara looked up at him. "Can't you enter like a normal human being?"
"What's the worst that could happen?" He asked, taking the seat in front of her. "What's left of you that I haven't seen before?"
A faint blush crept on her face that she tried her best to hide.
'Cute.'
Inara cleared her throat and looked down.
"Why are you here?" She asked, getting a hold of herself.
"Have the Lythanis kingdom contacted you again?" Akamir asked, his voice serious.
Inara blinked quietly. "No. I told you I rejected them already."
"Then how are you going to win the throne?" Akamir said, placing his hand on the table. "You have no support behind you."
Inara frowned, clearly confused. "Why are you asking—."
"Just tell me."
Inara closed the document she was working on before leaning back on the chair.
"I...I don't know." She confessed softly. "I have no idea."
Akamir nodded silently, tapping his finger on the table.
'I have been stalling this for a long while.' He thought, looking at her. 'Even though I can't be too sure....'
Akamir drew in a deep breath. "I will help you."
Inara tilted her head in confusion. "How?"
Akamir didn't respond, instead he took out something from his space ring and placed it in front of Inara.
The girl looked at him confusingly before her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the leaf.
...The spirit leaf.
"How did you—?"
"You see the company that is selling the spirit herbs?" Akamir asked, a smile forming on his lips. "It's mine."
"You're joking," she whispered, picking it up carefully as if it might vanish. "You mean your company...?"
Akamir leaned back on the chair.
"Imoyan belongs to me."
Inara was silent for a while.
"This... this could change everything," she said slowly. "With just a fraction of the revenue, I could hire support, buy out smaller houses, even—"
"Start building your own faction," Akamir finished for her. "Exactly."
She looked up at him, searching his face for the catch. "And what do you want in return?"
Akamir didn't hesitate to point at her. "I want you."
There was a silence in the room.
Inara blinked softly, looking at him.
Much to Akamir's surprise, she stood up from her seat and walked towards him.
Akamir frowned. "What?"
The girl smiled and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her dress.
"Let me return the favor."
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Akamir frowned. "What?"
The girl smiled and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her dress.
"Let me return the favor."
He leaned back on the chair, staring at her. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
The smile on her face didn't change. "Whatever you might think."
Her dress loosened slightly, the high collar parting to reveal the delicate curve of her collarbone.
The fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her elbows before she let it fall completely.
Only her bra remained, a pale contrast against her milky skin.
She stepped closer, smooth and confident, then straddled Akamir without asking.
Akamir didn't move as he kept on staring at her.
Inara's fingers traced the collar of his shirt lazily, nails dragging just enough to make him feel it.
"You're offering a kingdom," she said softly, leaning in close enough that her breath touched his ear, "but I wonder what part of me you're really after."
Akamir raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Do you really need to ask?"
Inara leaned in, brushing her lips near his jaw but never quite landing the kiss.
Her fingers toyed with the edge of his belt, her weight shifting ever so slightly on his lap.
Then, just as quickly as she had started, she began to slide back off his legs.
"I guess you don't like it." She said, placing one leg on the ground. "Who am I to force you—."
'Tch, stupid woman.'
Akamir's hand moved.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and turning the momentum.
In the next second, she was lying back across the desk, her hair splayed against the documents she'd been working on.
Her eyes widened slightly but not from fear.
"You like playing games, huh?" he muttered.
Her arms looped around his neck lazily, teasing. "Only if I know I'll win."
Akamir tilted his head. "Is your mermaid side taking over?"
Inara didn't respond, she just smiled and leaned closer.
Akamir raised his head and captured her lips.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't rushed either.
It was the kind of kiss that came without any actual thought.
Inara responded in kind, one hand gripping the front of his shirt, the other tugging at his collar.
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, pulling him closer, grounding the moment between them.
His hand slid up her side, fingers brushing the edge of her bra.
Finally, he squeezed her breast over her bra.
Inara moaned in his mouth before she broke the kiss. "Watch your hand, mister."
Akamir squeezed once more, harder this time, making her moan once again.
"You don't expect me to hold back after you tried so hard to seduce me."
Inara narrowed her eyes, her breath unsteady. "Tried? That implies I didn't succeed."
Akamir chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again, softer this time.
Her hands tangled in his hair as their lips moved together, slower and less rushed.
The air around them felt heavier, warmer, like everything outside that room had faded away.
She pressed her forehead against his, eyes half-lidded. "You know this changes things, right?"
He didn't answer immediately, brushing a thumb against her cheek. "I was already planning on things changing."
A moment of silence settled between them.
She let out a small laugh and tapped his chest. "Help me up before someone walks in again."
'Urgh, I wanted to continue.'
He hesitated for a second but then pulled her gently up.
She sat on the edge of the desk, adjusting her bra, then grabbed her dress and started slipping it back on.
Akamir watched her, not saying anything, but his mind was already racing.
Once she was dressed, she folded her arms, facing him with a steady look. "You know I can't promise you anything. Not yet."
"I'm not asking for promises," he said simply. "Just don't push me away when I'm the only one trying to stand by you."
Inara's eyes softened a bit. "And if I fall?"
"Then fall," he said. "I'll be there to catch you."
She looked at him for a long time, then gave a faint smile. "You sound so good when you flirt."
Akamir just shrugged as she took back her seat.
"Honestly, I need some time to think all this through." Inara said, looking at him. "It won't be easy to win the throne even with the money."
"I know." Akamir nodded silently. "You still need the power to oppose your father."
"He is at the peak of blue core." Inara said with a sigh. "It will take a lot to take him down."
Akamir blinked in surprise. "You don't seem to look at him as your father."
Inara let out a humourless laugh.
"He doesn't treat me like his daughter." She whispered. "Why should I act like he means anything to me when he tried to sell me twice."
Akamir leaned back on his chair as he looked at her. "Must be hard."
"Not as hard as you are—."
"Alright, I don't wanna hear that." Akamir grumbled, adjusting his pants.
Inara giggled softly before she turned serious. "I assume you want to keep the company a secret right?"
Akamir nodded. "Yes."
Inara leaned back, resting her elbows on the desk.
"How did you even create such a company?" She asked. "I must say, you are more mature than you look."
'Sounds like something a child predator would say.'
Akamir kept his comment to himself as he asked. "How are you going to deal with your father?"
She blinked. "I don't know...Yet."
Akamir nodded silently. 'She is a lost cause.'
Even though he liked her a lot, Akamir could see her shortcomings.
'She has no idea what she should do.'
And Akamir can't blame her.
She has lost all of her respect and dignity after she kissed and got engaged with him.
For better or worse, that made him the only support in her life.
Akamir let out a sigh. "Can't you ask for help from Atlantis?"
"Things aren't that easy, Asher—."
"Akamir." He corrected her. "Call me Akamir."
Inara blinked. "Why?"
"Because that's the name I will use down the line." He said, looking at her. "The name Asher has too much dirt on it."
Inara squinted her eyes but nodded nonetheless.
"Alright Akamir, as I was saying, things aren't that easy." She continued. "King Eden has accepted me, that doesn't mean he will help me."
Akamir nodded softly as he got the gist of it.
"So, is this why they live in the ocean?" He asked. "Because they don't want to meddle with surface people?"
"Exactly." She replied, nodding her head. "That's why I couldn't run back to them because once I do I can never come back here."
Akamir let out a sigh as he stood up.
"We will talk more about it when the time is right." He said. "I will introduce you to the in-name owner of my company soon."
Inara blinked softly before she gave a nod. "Alright."
He turned around and walked towards the door.
"Akamir." Inara called, making him glance back. "Tell me when you are ready."
Akamir tilted his head. "Ready for what?"
"To get laid." She replied with a sweet smile.
Akamir blinked, his hand resting on the doorknob.
"...Seriously?"
Inara just smiled, tilting her head. "You'll let me know, won't you?"
"I hope you keep your confidence till the end." He said as he walked out of the door.
Nayomi, who was silent the entire time floated closer to him. "Why don't you just fuck her—."
"Have some decency." Akamir said, glaring at her. "And I still don't completely trust her."
"You wouldn't have placed a mimicker in her shadow if you did." Nayomi replied, looking at him.
Akamir didn't say anything as he let out another sigh.
He walked down the spiral staircase, still deep in thought.
Nayomi floated beside him, arms crossed, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
"You're falling for her," she said flatly. "Even if you don't trust her."
Akamir didn't respond right away. His steps echoed against the stone walls of the stairwell.
"I'm not stupid," he finally muttered. "That's why I'm being careful."
"What if you did completely fall for her?" She asked softly.
"I will protect her." He replied. "By then she will belong to me."
Nayomi said nothing as he walked out of the building.
'I need to learn all the spells that I have.'
Akamir thought as he stretched his body.
'Time to train a little.'
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Chapter 103: Lunar Magic [3]
In the training hall of the academy ground, three boys stood against each other.
Two lay on the ground huffing like some ragged beast that had been hunted.
The other boy with long wheat-blonde hair and crimson eyes looked down at them.
"Are you guys serious?" he asked, tilting his head. "How can you just lose so easily?"
"Fuck you," Luca grumbled, sitting back on the ground. "How did you become so strong so fast?"
Akamir shrugged. "Not my fault."
"It's your fault," Viros grumbled, still lying on the ground. "You... just fuck off."
Akamir kicked the boy on his side. "Come on, one more round."
""No!!""
They both screamed together.
Akamir crossed his arms, clearly disappointed. "You two are pathetic."
Luca threw his head back dramatically, sweat dripping down his temple. "I think my lungs are bleeding."
"You don't even have lungs," Viros muttered.
"I do have lungs!"
Akamir rolled his eyes and walked over to the bench near the edge of the training hall.
"You've both gotten lazy," Akamir said as he sat down, stretching his arms behind his head. "Stupid behaviour."
"We're not lazy," Viros groaned, still sprawled on the floor like a broken marionette. "You're just a freak."
"Gee, thanks," Akamir muttered.
Luca took a swig of water and glanced at Akamir. "No, seriously though. Did you level up or something? You weren't this fast last week."
Akamir didn't answer right away.
His crimson eyes glanced at the small status screen at the corner of his eyes.
'This shit doesn't help.'
"I trained," he finally said. "While you two spent your time goofing around."
Viros raised a finger weakly. "Correction. Luca chases girls. I chase food."
Akamir chuckled. "Explains your stamina."
Luca groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Still, even if we trained for a whole month, I don't think we'd catch up."
"Don't be like that," Akamir said. "Even though it's true you shouldn't give up."
After a moment, Luca muttered, "That's really unfair, man."
Akamir raised an eyebrow. "What is?"
"You being better than us," he grumbled. "When you are just a normal human."
Akamir raised his brow. 'He talks like he isn't one.'
Maybe it was true.
Maybe he was from a different race entirely.
'Not that it matters.'
He walked back to the center of the training hall and pointed the wooden sword at them.
"Last chance. You get one more round."
Viros and Luca looked at each other.
Then, groaning in unison, they pushed themselves up from the ground.
"I swear if I end up in the infirmary again—" Viros began.
"Shut up," Luca cut in, brushing dust from his shirt. "Let's at least try to knock him over this time."
Akamir just smiled.
Viros and Luca rushed at him once again, with Viros a step ahead of Luca.
Akamir let out a soft breath as his earrings glowed softly.
He raised his free hand and whispered, "Snow frost."
The ground below Viros's feet froze, disturbing his balance.
Viros's foot slipped the moment it touched the ice.
"Shit—!" he shouted, tumbling forward like a sack of potatoes.
Luca, right behind him, had no time to react and ended up tripping over Viros's falling body.
The two crashed into each other and rolled across the frozen patch, groaning like wounded animals.
Akamir sighed.
"You rushed without thinking. Again."
Luca groaned from beneath Viros. "Could you not use magic in sparring?"
"It's a part of combat," Akamir replied, walking toward them. "Do you think your enemies are going to fight fair?"
"Right now, you're the enemy," Viros wheezed, face flat on the ground.
Akamir crouched beside them.
He looked at Luca.
"Tell me," he asked. "What's better than a ginger?"
Luca glared at him. "What?"
He tapped the wooden sword lightly on Luca's head.
"A dead ginger."
"Fuck you, asshole!"
Akamir didn't bother with him as he stood up.
He looked at his wooden sword and applied Lunar Magic on it.
The sword froze and immediately turned into crisp.
Akamir sighed.
'I need a metal that can handle it if I want to use it in actual combat.'
He looked down at Viros and Luca, who were now lying side by side, completely defeated.
"Get up," he said. "Let's go eat, my treat."
Viros stood up immediately. "Let's go!"
Akamir nodded as they both walked side by side.
Luca quickly joined them as well.
"By the way," Akamir began. "Where do you guys come from?"
Viros tilted his head in confusion. "What do you—."
"I know you guys aren't orphans," Akamir said, making them flinch. "Just tell me."
"It's not something we can tell," Luca said, his voice serious. "We don't make the rules."
Akamir nodded slowly in response. 'So, they really aren't orphans, huh?'
Still, Akamir didn't have any interest in their backstory so he didn't ask anything else.
"Hey, have you tried the brothel in the capital city?" Viros asked, looking at him. "They got some good ones."
Akamir gave Viros a flat look. "Why would I go to a brothel?"
Viros shrugged, grinning. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Because I don't hate myself."
Luca snorted, nearly choking on his laughter. "That's fair. Viros has some... questionable tastes."
"I heard that," Viros muttered, but he was still grinning. "But I won't refute, you don't get lactating women easily."
"Eww." Luca gave him a disgusted look. "How do you even like that?"
But...
Akamir had a more serious look on his face.
"Wait," he frowned. "What do you mean by lactating?"
Viros smiled as he saw the potential of a partner.
"You don't know, brother?" he said, placing his hand over Akamir's shoulder. "It's the best thing ever, you don't even need a child for it."
Akamir looked at him like he was an idiot.
"What type of stupidity is this?" he asked. "How would someone lactate without a child?"
"That's where you are showing your ignorance, my friend," Viros said, smiling ear to ear. "Let me tell you about a species of beastmen called the cow woman."
"Cow—What?"
Luca groaned and slapped a hand over his face. "Oh no. Not this again."
But Viros was already in full storyteller mode, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
"They're real, Asher. Beastwomen with cow-like traits. Ears, tail, horns—some even have patches like actual cows. And the best part?"
Akamir looked increasingly disturbed. "Please don't say it."
"They lactate naturally," Viros said proudly, ignoring the silent scream building on Akamir's face. "Constantly. Year-round. No babies needed. It's a biological miracle."
"That's not a miracle," Akamir deadpanned. "That's a dairy farm."
Viros, however, wasn't discouraged. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Some of them run these cozy little bathhouses too. Massage, milk, moaning—it's the holy trinity."
Akamir looked like he was seriously reconsidering his decision to pay for lunch. "Why are you like this?"
"I'm a man of culture," Viros replied with a shrug.
But the more he thought about it, the curiouser he got.
"Wait, are you used as nannies?" Akamir asked, tilting his head. "Because they would make a perfect one."
"Yeah," Luca nodded in response. "Most of the nobles who can afford it always hire them."
Viros chimed in as well. "I was raised by one as well."
"Is this the reason for your weird preference?" Akamir asked, looking at him.
"Yeah," Viros said, shamelessly. "I got addicted to milk."
"..."
Akamir nodded silently, not knowing what to say.
After a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste like?"
Viros beamed like he'd been waiting his whole life for that question.
"I knew you'd ask!" he said, snapping his fingers. "It's sweet. Warm. A little creamy, like fresh honey—."
"Yeah, I get the gist of it," Akamir said, shaking him off. "Now, shut up."
Viros gave him a disappointed look. "Are we not going together—?"
"No," Akamir cut in his words. "Why would I do that?"
"I thought you were interested," he said, his voice filled with grief.
Akamir scoffed. 'Even if I was interested, why would I say that out loud?'
Still, the variety of races that this world has made Akamir even more curious to explore it.
They finally reached the cafeteria, but before they could get in, a sudden pull in his soul made Akamir stop.
"Hmm?" Viros looked at him. "What happened?"
"You guys order," Akamir said, stepping back. "I will be right back."
He didn't wait for their response as he quickly found a silent place.
Akamir then summoned his crown that gently illuminated the place.
"Master."
A voice echoed in his head immediately.
It was the mimicker that he had placed in the mining area.
Akamir frowned. "Yes?"
"You need to see what we have found," the mimicker replied. "Immediately!"
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Chapter 104: Otherworlder [1]
[Edevane Baron household.]
[Krivos Kingdom]
In the broken and unpaved path of the mountain, Akamir walked uphill.
It was already night with the moon illuminating the place.
The voices of insects echoed within the forest as he looked forward.
"What was the emergency?" Nayomi asked, floating beside him.
"I have no idea." Akamir replied, his voice confused. "It just told me to come quickly."
Despite that, it took Akamir the whole day to find the right time.
Even though he could have just teleported then and there, he didn't choose to.
'I can't just vanish from a place without any words,' he thought. 'There are a lot of eyes on me now.'
The wind was cold, brushing against Akamir's cheeks as he finally spotted the faint outline.
Despite the low dim light, Akamir could clearly sense a mimicker.
As he walked towards it, his gaze shifted to Nayomi.
The blonde woman was staring at the moon with her sky blue eyes.
"What happened?" Akamir asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"It's the... moon," she said quietly. "It's so much different from my old home."
Akamir noticed the small change in her voice.
Like she was severely missing her home but didn't want to show it.
"What was it like?" Akamir asked, looking at the glowing orb. "And you know, my world didn't have any moon."
Nayomi blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah." Akamir nodded in response. "My solar system only had three planets moving around a dwarf star."
A prideful look formed on his face. "I was the one who ruled over all of them."
"So, you were a king," Nayomi said, narrowing her eyes.
"How did you guess that?"
"Your behaviour," she replied, looking away. "I noticed it long ago."
Akamir gave a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm not great at hiding it."
"You're not," Nayomi said bluntly. "You walk like someone used to being followed. You speak like someone used to being obeyed."
He shrugged. "Old habits."
They kept walking in silence for a few moments.
Akamir once again caught her staring at the moon.
"My world had a moon," Nayomi whispered softly. "It was a lot smaller than the one here."
Akamir glanced at her. Her eyes weren't glowing like usual.
"What else was different?" he asked.
"....Not much." Nayomi was quiet for a moment before answering, "You know sometimes the moon here turns crimson."
That took Akamir's interest immediately. "What do you mean?"
"It becomes blood red," she replied gently. "I have only seen it once, when the spirit world was invaded."
"....I see."
Akamir didn't ask any more questions as he wasn't keen on touching her soft spot.
He already knew she doesn't want to talk about her past.
'Even though, I am fucking interested to know what actually happened.'
"Hey, Akamir," Nayomi said, taking his attention. "Do you... miss your old home?"
Akamir thought about it for a moment, there was a face that formed from his memories.
But he shook those thoughts away.
"I have no one there to call my own," he replied, his voice soft. "So, no. I don't miss it."
Nayomi nodded her head. "I see."
Akamir turned to look at her. "What about you?" he asked. "Do you miss your home?"
Nayomi didn't answer right away.
Her gaze drifted back to the moon, her arms crossed gently over her chest as if holding herself.
"...Yes," she said at last, her voice just above a whisper. "Every day."
There was no waver in her tone, but Akamir could feel the weight in it.
"I had people I loved there," she continued. "Friends, family, a place that knew me. And now... it's gone."
Akamir looked away, giving her a moment.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "You loved your family?"
For him, his only family was his mother.
The queen that wanted to use him as a puppet to rule the world.
Akamir in his previous world was far more superior in everything and his mother took full advantage of it.
'Needless to say, I had her imprisoned in a small countryside for the rest of her life.'
Now that he was gone, Akamir wondered what happened to her.
"My parents were always out of town," Nayomi replied, her voice barely audible. "I wasn't close to them but... I loved my little sister."
Akamir raised his brow. "Little sister?"
"Yes," she replied, nodding her head. "She was a year younger than me... She was my sister and my best friend."
Akamir slowed his pace without realizing, eyes focused on the path ahead.
"What was she like?" he asked.
Nayomi smiled faintly, her voice softer now. "Loud. Stubborn. Always getting into trouble. But she was the kind of person who could make a whole room laugh without trying."
Her fingers twitched at her side, as if reaching for something that wasn't there.
"She had this little blue scarf she wore all the time, even in summer. Said it was her lucky charm."
Akamir said nothing for a moment. Then, "She must think you died—."
"Well, that's a given," she let out a humourless chuckle. "I don't even know if she is alive."
Akamir didn't say anything else as he reached the place where he could clearly sense the mimicker.
He threw all the thoughts to the back of his head as he focused in front of him.
It only took a few minutes for a mimicker to quickly leak out from the ground.
Akamir frowned. 'Are they underground?'
He did ask them to check the entire place, even the mines.
The mimicker's form flickered before it took the shape of a human-like thing.
It bowed towards him. "Master."
"What happened?" Akamir got straight to the point. "Why call me for?"
The mimicker didn't say, but gestured towards a place. "You should see it for yourself, master."
Akamir frowned as he walked in that direction.
After only a few seconds of walking, he stopped and stared down.
In front of him was an enormous hole whose ending he couldn't see.
It was like a black hole with no ending.
He looked back at the mimicker. "I need to go down?"
It nodded, whatever shape its head was. "Yes, master."
Akamir let out a sigh and looked at the hole.
'It should work... I hope so.'
He took a step forward and immediately plunged down into the darkness.
The air around him whistled as he plummeted down.
Finally, he saw a flicker of light.
"Float."
Akamir whispered and a translucent form covered his body.
His speed of falling decreased drastically until he began to float downward like a bubble.
Even though he was floating f
Akamir slowly lowered himself towards the light.
Even though he was floating, Akamir felt the air grow colder with each second.
The light below flickered—blue, steady, unnatural.
He reached the bottom in silence. His feet touched the ground softly, dust rising around him.
It was a wide chamber, carved deep into the earth.
The walls were rough, but the floor was smoothed out.
A strange, bluish moss grew along the edges, lighting the space with a faint glow.
The first thing that Akamir noticed was the two enormous towering skeletons.
He slowly walked inside the chamber with Nayomi just beside him.
The other mimickers were still here as they knelt down in front of him, but he didn't bother with them.
'What the hell...'
His eyes were glued to the body of a dragon and a giant.
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Chapter 105: Otherworlder [2]
His eyes were glued to the body of a dragon and a giant.
Akamir stepped closer, the glowing moss casting shifting shadows across his face.
The dragon's remains were massive.
Its wings were folded beneath its ribcage, bones cracked and covered in layers of dust.
The giant beside it was no less imposing—its skull split at the center, one enormous hand resting limply over a rusted axe.
"They fought each other," Akamir muttered, staring at the claw marks on the giant's chest and the crushed ribs of the dragon. "And they died here."
"This..." Nayomi whispered grimly. "This seems familiar."
Akamir looked at her then at the mimickers.
"You found this just now?"
"Yes, master," the mimicker replied in its hollow voice. "This chamber was sealed until earlier this evening. The ground above weakened."
Akamir narrowed his eyes. "Show me everything."
The mimicker pointed toward the back wall of the chamber, where a long stone mural was half-buried in the ground.
It was ancient, cracked and weathered, but parts of the carving still shone with faded enchantment.
Akamir walked towards it and just as he reached closer—
The enchantment shone even brighter.
'Fuck.'
Akamir instinctively readied himself for whatever might come but...
...Nothing threatening happened.
Instead, a figure began to materialize in the air.
A figure of a woman.
She was tall with her full body on display wearing a plain black robe.
Her hair a shade of white, while her eyes were covered by a barbed blindfold.
'...Who?'
Akamir glanced at Nayomi.
Only to freeze in his place.
Tears streamed down her eyes as she looked at the woman.
The woman finally smiled.
"It's been a while."
She said, her voice soft.
"Nayomi."
Akamir didn't move.
The air in the chamber felt heavier all of a sudden, like the place itself was holding its breath.
Nayomi stood frozen, her hands clenched tightly by her side.
Akamir looked between the ghostly figure and Nayomi, unsure what to say.
The mimickers remained perfectly still, as if sensing this moment wasn't meant to be disturbed.
"...Eira?" Nayomi's voice cracked, barely audible.
The woman smiled again. "You remembered me."
Nayomi took a step forward, then another. Her voice shook. "I thought you were... I thought you died."
The woman's image flickered gently, like a flame in still air. "No. Not yet, at least. Though... I'm not exactly alive either."
Akamir furrowed his brows. "Who is she?"
Nayomi gave the faintest nod, still staring at the figure.
"Eira." She whispered, her voice broken. "She is one of my classmates."
"You are still like this, aren't you?" The woman, Eira pouted like a little girl. "Is it that hard to say, I am your best friend?"
Nayomi let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"...Yeah," she said, her voice trembling. "You're my best friend."
Eira's smile widened, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Took you long enough."
Akamir stepped back, giving them space. He didn't know what kind of bond they had, but whatever this was, it felt... pure.
Nayomi wiped at her eyes. "I really thought you were gone forever."
"I nearly was," Eira said, her voice soft and steady. "But I held on... in case you ever returned."
"Wait, are you even alive?" Akamir couldn't help but ask. "How are you even talking?"
Eira smiled before she pointed at her blindfolded eyes.
"You see, I have the ability to peek into the future," she answered. "Even though I am still in the past, I can tell what you might ask."
'So, it's a recording according to what we asked?' Akamir wondered, still confused.
"Wait, I thought you couldn't interact or change the future," Nayomi said, her voice doubtful. "Then why now?"
"True, I can't change the destined future," she replied with a slight nod. "But I can definitely interfere with the faithless and fateless."
Eira looked at Akamir and smiled. "And we have the exact person for it."
Akamir tilted his head. 'Is she talking about me?'
Though, after thinking about it for a while, Akamir could understand her words.
He wasn't of this world, nor did he have faith in anything.
He did fit the criteria.
"What... What happened to you?" Nayomi asked, getting a hold on herself. "I thought you died... before my rebellion."
"Like I said, I am technically dead," she replied, shaking her head. "But I am dead in terms of mortals."
Nayomi frowned. "What?"
The image of Eira flickered once again.
"I don't have much time," she said, her expression turning serious. "A lot happened after your sacrifice, Class Rep."
The look on Nayomi's face changed and Akamir couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Nayomi's lips parted, but no sound came out.
Her eyes trembled with something deeper than fear—remorse, maybe. Or guilt.
"...Don't call me that," she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Eira's image softened again. "But you were. The class representative. The one we all looked up to."
Nayomi looked away, arms tightening across her chest. "And what did that title bring us?"
"Pain," Eira said quietly. "Loss. But it wasn't your fault."
Akamir watched her carefully. "So... what exactly happened? What do you mean by 'after the sacrifice'?"
Eira parted her lips to speak but stopped.
She then looked back at Nayomi. "Can you tell your boyfriend to stop interrupting—"
"He is not my boyfriend!"
"I am not her boyfriend!"
They both shut her down immediately.
Eira giggled like a little girl before she looked at them once again.
"I want to talk a lot but I don't have enough time," she whispered, her voice low. "But there is one thing that you should know."
Eira's voice turned grim. "Even after all that... you are still under the influence of Golden Sun, Nayomi."
"What!?" Nayomi snapped, glaring at her. "Don't give me that bullshit—"
"It's true," she replied. "As much as I want it to be false... he never lost control over us or anyone in that matter."
Nayomi's lips parted again, but no words came out. Her eyes flickered with disbelief.
"No... That's not possible," she muttered, almost to herself.
"I—I burned the mark. I cut all ties. I felt it—he doesn't control me anymore."
Eira's expression didn't change. "That's what he wanted you to believe."
Silence fell between them again.
Akamir quietly looked at her without any words.
"Why?" Nayomi whispered in disbelief. "Why... are you telling me this?"
"So, you can be ready," Eira replied in a grim voice. "For what is about to come."
Nayomi looked like she wanted to say something but her lips remained still.
Eira smiled softly.
"It sucks to know even after all that nothing has changed, right?" she whispered. "But don't give up, Nayomi."
Nayomi finally looked at her.
"This isn't the end," she continued, softly as tears of blood began to drop down her eyes. "You need to be brave for what future you have to face."
Finally, the woman looked towards me. "Go to the World Tree of Elves. You will find what you need."
Eira looked at Nayomi and then at me.
"Oh, faithless, look after her," she said, in a small lovable voice.
"She is nothing but a broken soul."
Her figure flickered one last time before the hologram vanished.
There was a long silence after that.
That was broken by the mimicker.
"There is something else—"
Akamir glared at it, making it stop midway.
'This stupid fuck.'
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Chapter 106: Sarvan [1]
It took Nayomi a few minutes to get over what she saw.
Akamir waited for her to get back to her senses.
The things that Eira said still lingered in his mind, but he still kept the questions to himself.
'I can ask her about all that later on.'
Akamir thought, turning his gaze away from her.
There were other things that were also interesting to him.
Like the two enormous bodies of the giant and dragon.
Akamir walked towards it as his gaze remained glued to it.
The mossy blue glow cast strange, dancing shadows over the massive skeletons.
The dragon's skull alone was taller than Akamir.
Its jaw hung slightly open, teeth jagged like shards of broken crystal.
Its long spine curved back toward the wall, ribs cracked inward as if crushed from within.
Beside it, the giant's bones looked almost human—just impossibly large.
Its broken axe rested beside its outstretched arm.
Akamir crouched down near the dragon's ribs, placing his hand on the dust-covered bone.
"It's old," he muttered. "Really old. This didn't happen recently."
Was it a hundred years, thousand? Perhaps even more.
Akamir wasn't really sure how long it was here.
He tried to break a piece of the bone, but his strength was pathetically weak to even create a dent on a dragon's body.
'Damn, how strong was it when it was alive?'
Akamir clicked his tongue in wonder as he kicked the thing.
He finally looked at the mimickers who were standing in the corner with their heads down.
"Come here." Akamir said, pointing at the one at the forefront.
The mimicker, with its humanoid form that looked more like a gooey thing without bones, rushed towards him.
It knelt down immediately. "My Lord."
Akamir folded his arms as he looked around. "Have you found all the sources of mana stones?"
The mimicker nodded quickly, its voice raspy. "Yes, my Lord. We found six clusters. Four are deep within the caves untouched. Two are being mined by the humans."
Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How did the humans not find four of them?"
"They are buried deep underground." He replied, his voice soft. "It's impossible for them to mine them without proper tools."
He looked at the mimicker in anticipation. "Can you do it?"
"We can, my lord." He replied immediately. "We just need some time to find a proper way to bring them out."
Akamir was relieved to hear his words.
It would have been such a waste to not harvest those mana stones.
'Wait, how are they even made in the first place?' Akamir wondered, staring at the dragon's bone. 'Are mana stones naturally formed?'
He glanced at Nayomi, who was still standing in utter silence.
Akamir sighed as he placed his hand on the dragon's bone.
'Wait....'
Suddenly, a thought crossed Akamir's mind.
'Will this work?'
He pressed his palm against the bone and closed his eyes.
His earrings glowed gently, and the bone began to freeze slowly.
Akamir opened his eyes and was immediately disappointed, but...
Just as he removed his hand, the bone returned back to its previous self.
His eyes lit up as he smiled softly.
'This will definitely be a great material for a weapon.'
But the problem was how to make one and how to even get the bone out.
Akamir looked back at the mimicker. "Is there a way to cut out a part of this?"
The mimicker looked at the thing and hesitated.
"It should be possible, my Lord." He replied finally, his voice soft.
Akamir nodded as he ordered. "Then get it done in a few days."
The mimicker bowed deeply. "Yes, my Lord."
Akamir glanced at Nayomi, who had finally come back to her senses.
She slowly floated back to where he was, her eyes hollow.
Akamir looked at her. "Are you alright?"
Nayomi glanced at him.
"I am fine." She replied, "just tired."
He didn't say anything else as his gaze fell on the enchantment stone.
"What should we do with it?" Akamir asked, glancing at her. "Shall we—?"
"Leave it here." She replied, looking away. "It's a one-time enchantment."
"....I see."
Akamir began to look around the place as he asked.
"I didn't know a ghost could cry."
"I am in no mood for jokes." She said, her voice cold. "Don't bother."
Akamir raised his hands slightly in surrender.
"You sure you're fine?" he asked again, more gently this time.
"I said I am," she replied, not looking at him. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Akamir didn't push. Instead, he walked toward the wall where soft mosses grew on the walls.
He touched one and immediately felt a chill in his heart.
'What the hell?'
Akamir frowned, retracting his hand.
Nayomi slowly floated towards the moss as well.
"It's a snow moss." She whispered softly. "They don't...grow here."
Akamir gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"They grow at the southern end of the world." She whispered, her voice soft. "Far away from here."
Akamir frowned hard; he wasn't sure what to make out of it.
They both remained silent as they stared at the moss.
"By the way." Akamir said, looking at her. "How are mana stones even created?"
"...When a bacterial organism called Sparta SPC, feeds on any mana-based organism, they excrete out mana stones."
Nayomi explained, looking around the place.
"They are also made where the mana is denser, like a mountain, but those are less pure."
Akamir nodded silently.
'So, they are just shit of some fancy named bacteria?'
He wondered but kept his mouth shut.
Akamir stayed quiet for a moment, digesting the strange information.
Finally, he glanced at Nayomi once again. "Was Eira—?"
"A good friend." She replied softly. "My mother liked her more than me."
Akamir nodded his head. "Did she betray you as well?"
"No...." Nayomi whispered, her voice still soft. "She was supposed to be dead before that happened...."
"...I see."
Akamir said, looking away from her.
He still had some more things to ask, but he chose it wasn't the right time.
"What?"
Akamir said, as he found the mimicker hesitantly standing there.
"There is something else you should look at, my lord." He said, bowing deeply.
Akamir frowned but gestured him to move. "Show me."
The mimicker nodded and began to move in a funny way.
Akamir didn't give it much attention as it led them towards a large crack within the hall.
The crack in the wall was wide enough for a person to squeeze through sideways.
The mimicker went in first, its limbs bending in unnatural ways.
The other side of the crack opened into a narrow passage, darker and colder than the main chamber.
The glow of the moss didn't reach here; rather, the entire place was glowing with them.
It was so bright that Akamir felt the urge to squint his eyes.
They walked for a short while before the space opened again into a much smaller cavern.
Akamir stepped inside, his eyes adjusted slowly, and when they did, he stopped.
At the center of the chamber lay a circle—clean and covered completely with the moss.
Yet the circle was glowing along with the moss.
Akamir frowned. "What is this—?"
"A teleportation portal." Nayomi replied, floating closely. "It's older...probably a thousand years."
'And it's still working?'
Akamir thought, staring at it.
The mimicker knelt down in front of him. "I have checked the portal, my lord." He said. "It's safe out there."
Akamir looked at him. "What's out there?"
The mimicker remained silent for a while before he replied. "You should check for yourself, master."
Akamir looked at the mimicker for a while before he looked at the thing.
He let out a sigh. "Alright."
Akamir didn't wait for too long as he walked over the portal.
Just as his feet touched it, he was swallowed inside.
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Chapter 107: Sarvan [2]
Akamir's body fell down as he quickly landed on the ground.
'Huff...'
The first thing that Akamir noticed was the chilling cold that he felt.
It was like he had been sent in a place that had a temperature of negative.
And...
That really was the place he was in.
When his gaze adjusted to the new light, Akamir found nothing but snow around him.
'What is this place?'
He found himself in the middle of the storm.
Akamir stood up, brushing snow off his cloak.
The cold bit into his skin even through the fabric.
He hugged himself for warmth, his breath fogging in the air.
The wind howled around him, sharp and loud like the wail of something distant and dying.
The ground beneath his boots was thick with fresh snow with only his own footprints.
Flakes continued to fall from a sky so white it almost blended into the earth.
He looked around.
There was nothing.
No trees or structures, no animals or beasts, but just an endless void of frozen land.
Akamir narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the flurry.
Finally, the light of his earrings shone softly and he felt a warmth filling his body once again.
'Does this thing protect me from frost as well?'
He wondered, glancing at the thing before he focused on the situation.
'Did I get sent to the wrong place?'
He clicked his tongue and moved forward, stepping carefully through the snow.
He glanced around only to find Nayomi with him.
"Hello." He greeted her with a smile as she looked at him.
"Any idea where we are?"
"Do you see anything that can be helpful for that?" She rebuked, looking away. "It's nothing but endless snow."
Akamir sighed and looked around again.
She was right.
There really was nothing in sight.
He squinted through the thick curtain of snow, hoping for a shadow, a structure, even a rock, anything that could guide them.
But there was only white.
"We need to find a landmark," he said finally.
"And where do you suppose we find that?" Nayomi replied dryly.
He ignored her sarcasm and looked at the glowing portal above them.
'Might as well, go back.'
He thought but stopped himself from doing it.
Because....
His eyes finally caught something.
Something enormous...that was walking on the snow.
'....Holy.'
Akamir's pupils slowly dilated as he looked at the giant.
An enormous being that was almost a hundred meters tall.
The giant moved slowly, each step sending a dull thud through the frozen ground.
Snow clung to its legs like dust on stone.
It wasn't rushing but with that body it didn't have to.
The other thing that Akamir noticed was its burning chest that looked like Eternal flames.
"What the hell is that?" he whispered.
Nayomi didn't reply as she stared at the giant as well.
"Sarvan." She whispered softly, looking at it. "The last giant alive."
Akamir bit his lips, still confused as he looked at the thing.
The giant's body was made of something pale like a stone.
Its arms hung low, almost dragging through the snow.
Long icicles jutted out of its back like broken wings and down its chin as well.
It didn't look like it had noticed them yet.
Akamir crouched down instinctively, trying to stay low behind a mound of snow.
Akamir's jaw clenched. "Can it see us?"
"Not yet," she said. "But if we move carelessly, it will."
Akamir slowly turned his head, eyes still fixed on the giant.
"..."
To his horror, the thing was now staring right at their direction.
His large eyes, bigger than a car, stared deep into his soul.
'Ah, fuck....'
Akamir said as he slowly stood up in his place.
The look on the giant's face changed; now it was brimming with anger.
Akamir looked into its eyes.
"INTRUDER!!!!"
The giant roar echoed, almost making him deaf as the thing rushed towards them.
The giant—Sarvan, Nayomi had called it—was charging with terrifying speed.
For something so huge, it moved like a beast unleashed.
Its burning chest flared brighter as it roared again, "YOU DARE ENTER THIS LAND?!"
Akamir stared at the running giant as the thing was far closer than before.
'Makes me wonder.' Akamir thought, rubbing the back of his neck. 'How strong do I have to become to kill a thing like that.'
The giant raised its hand to grab onto him.
Akamir finally moved as he jumped up.
The portal over his head swallowed him completely.
---
Akamir landed on the ground, upside down.
He quickly balanced his body and landed on his feet once again.
He quickly sat down on the ground to calm his raging heart.
The mimicker who led them here quickly moved towards him. "Are you alright, master—?"
"There is a fucking giant on the other side." Akamir snapped, glaring at him. "The fuck you meant by saying 'It's safe?'"
The mimicker's eyes widened in surprise. "There was no such thing when I entered."
"But when I got in, I was almost a goner." Akamir replied with an annoyed look.
The mimicker quickly fell onto his knees. "I have committed a great sin, I will kill myself—."
"Shut up." Akamir groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me what do you hate the most."
"Pardon?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Uh, it's the sun." He replied. "I don't like—."
"You will be standing under the sun all day tomorrow as a punishment." Akamir said, looking at him. "Do you understand?"
"...Yes, master."
Akamir sighed as he stood up, dusting the snow off his body.
"Shut this place down until I give further instructions." He ordered, looking at the portal. "I don't want any issues."
"Yes, master."
Akamir began to walk out of the place and the mimicker followed.
"When can we start mining?" He asked, glancing back at it.
"Tomorrow, my Lord." The mimicker replied. "We asked lady Mika for more help in numbers."
A confused look creeped on his face before he realised.
'Oh, right. Mika is Judge of Apathy.'
Akamir gave him a nod. "Make sure all the things go smoothly." He said. "I will give you more orders later."
The mimicker knelt in his place as they reached the main Hall.
"It will be done, my Lord."
Akamir gave them one last nod before he summoned his Crown.
A portal emerged in front of him and he walked inside.
---
"Urgh."
Akamir groaned as he fell on his bed with his body barely moving.
Even though the time for rest with every use of the teleportation has lessened by a lot, he still needed to spend some time to recover.
He lay on his back as he looked at the ceiling.
'What a painful day.'
He groaned inwardly and glanced at Nayomi who stood by the window.
She was once again staring at the moon.
Akamir wanted to say something but stopped when he heard the door opening.
He turned to look there as he found Zia walking inside his room.
She blinked, looking at him. "When did you come back?"
Akamir looked at her suspiciously. "Why are you entering my room this late at night?"
She showed him the clothes she was carrying.
"Had to place them where they belong." She replied. "I am glad your underwear aren't as dirty—."
"Can you stop?" Akamir groaned, glaring at her.
She shrugged, walking towards the clothes section of his drawer.
"Tell me when you come back." She said, cheekily. "Otherwise, I might attack you thinking it's a thief."
Akamir gave her a look. "How strong are you anyway?"
Zia blinked and smiled in his direction. "Wanna know?"
"Yes."
"I won't tell you." She said, laughing at her own joke. "You aren't strong enough to know my ranking."
Akamir groaned. "Whatever."
'Though, I really want to know how strong she is.'
Akamir thought, looking at her back as she placed his clothes neatly.
Just as he was about to speak, she stood up once again.
"By the way, young master." She said, looking back at him. "You should look at that."
Akamir glanced at the letter that was placed on his side.
He picked it up and immediately his face turned serious as he looked at the seal.
It was the seal of the royal family.
'The fuck happened now?'
He wondered, opening the seal.
'....'
It was an invitation.
By the king Aldric himself.
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