Chapter 264: To Sandal
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake sat at the steps of the house after sending in Yorth, his hands motioning slowly as he melded and cycled through his elements. He had defaulted back to doing this exercise from the tutorial when he began thinking.
<span style="font-weight:400">He couldn’t ce the mana he saw around Megan, it felt and looked malformed as if it was melting the air around it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake clenched his hand, staring off absently as the spells melded together forming a sphere of condensed energies.
<span style="font-weight:400">His mind whirled trying to ce the off putting feeling he had inside the house and the words she had said.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Why is she so fixated on me?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought. <i><span style="font-weight:400">No matter how you look at it, the obsession isn’t natural, it feels….</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">He shook his head, instead focusing on the ball of magic hovering above his hand, willing it to condense even more, slowly shaping it to his will and spinning with such speed it began to cut the wind around it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake flexed his will, surging mana into the ball as it glowed and hummed with power, a bright white sun spinning in ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then a pop sounded and he felt a weight on his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Having fun pretending to y doctor are we?” Natto asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not really in the mood,” Drake sighed, using a finger to point the ball of elements into the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">The condensed package shot straight down at hismand, burrowing a red hot hole at the bottom of the steps. A momentter a small rumble shook the area.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you detect anything wrong with Megan?” Drake asked, ignoring the rumble.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The girl?” Natto said, raising a brow, “I can not inspect any status conditions on individuals. I am only privy to very limited and specific things pertaining to the city. Was she particrly estranged?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have been keeping track of her since she arrived but I can only say that she acts in line with a love-struck girl. However, she has refused to leave her house in the recent week. Do you believe it to be more than simple obsession?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake rubbed his temples and sighed, “I’m not sure. Since the system happened I''ve had a few people try to force rtionships. But nothing like this, she seemed off, crazed. Everything I said she was hanging on unnaturally… Like,” Drake scoffed to himself, “Like it was word of god or something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The door creaked open behind them, and a long red-haired man stepped out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything?” Drake asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The skill didn’t detect anything if that’s what you''re asking. She is normal,” Yorth said, then scratched the back of his head, “Status-wise, that is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake got up dusting off his knees, “Is that so. Sorry for bothering you then. Take care of Rvul for me while you’re out there. Appreciate you entertaining this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yorth shook his head, “Not at all. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, “he smiled, “Those kids you trained up are all grown up now, huh? It was something else to see what they did in the arena.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled back, “Yeah, they’vee a long way. I’ll see you all when we get back, yeah?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yorth waved as he left for the main street, turning the corner he was reced by a small group of rowdy teens, arge giant of a man, and one especially happy woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake stepped off the steps of the building giving a nce backward while feeling a tinge of regret of not being able to do anything for Megan.
<span style="font-weight:400">He met the group a few feet away from the building, raising a hand in greeting.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sah Ul’ had her arm wrapped around Landin, patting him on the shoulder with the other in praise.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can not believe you had fighting ability like that! It must have been a new skill, you young warriors are so full of surprises!” sheughed, pping him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin lurched forward a few steps, trying and failing to rub the spot Sarah had hit with his face twisted in both pain and pride.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s right, you really stole the show there in thest bit,” Bjorn agreed, waving to Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re all doing this on purpose because I missed the ending of the fight aren’t you?” Drake chuckled wryly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We certainly might be,” Charlotte nodded, her emotionless face somehow conveying slight anger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am disappointed that Lord Drake did not see us wipe the floor with those foul-mouthed cockroaches,” Atropos huffed, crossing her arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Quetz got to shoot a lot of people and make some really pretty lights!” Quetz beamed, running to Drake and rubbing her head into his chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake patted her on the head, “Is that right? Well I think that deserves a reward,” he smiled looking around, “No Theo, Harley, or Chelsea?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Theo took Harley home. Chelsea went to grab some things from the auction to try to help Megan with Julia. How is she by the way bro?” Bjorn asked, looking past Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">He shook his head, “She’s confused, to say the least, it isn’t normal and it doesn’t seem to be a skill or curse. Yorth wasn’t able to cleanse anything from her, so I’m at a loss.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, hey! You said presents?!” Quetz interrupted.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled, “Yeah, that I did,” he turned to Mordred, Glenn, and Lucium, “As for you three. Natto, will you see to it that Mordred at the very least gets her second Subtree Stone and ranks up? She should already have one, but she needs the highest rarity avable that we can afford.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto leaned back on Drake’s shoulder with both hands, her nose up as she peered down at the ck and white-haired girl, “Must I? I have better things to do with my time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m asking you to do it. Have her ready by the time we leave.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto grumbled but hopped off Drake’s shoulder, her geta making distinct wooden taps as she trotted along, “Fine, I expect candy inpensation… Come now half-breed, let us get you well and grown.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mordred’s face turned incredulous and she looked back to Drake who only smiled and nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">She, Glenn, and Lucium followed the small construct albeit reluctantly, leaving the rest of therge group with Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, let’s go see what my best friend is up to,” Drake smirked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have friends other than me?” Bjorn asked, clearly surprised.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have at least three,” Drake frowned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Quetz is your friend!” Quetz perked up, raising her hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am also Lord Drake’s friend!” Atropos added after hearing Quetz shout.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, yes, you’re all my friends,” Drake chuckled wryly, “Alrighte on, hopefully, he’s all set up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The group began walking down the main street, garnering eyes from passerbyers after the arena event, but none of them seemed to notice as they happily chatted idly as they walked.
<span style="font-weight:400">But soon, Drake was met with Hudson and a small troop of soldiers intruding on their little walk.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You got a minute pup?” Hudson asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For you? I can spare at least one,” Drakeughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hudson’s face conveyed just how ufortable while he looked around, “Little Lady ain’t around?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Natto? I sent her on a little errand.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Hudson breathed out a little puff of air in relief, “Good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Damn right, she wanted me to talk to you about some of the cities that the New Colonies is associated with but she had me damn near ghost white when I mentioned some of the cities.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh…?” Drake asked, as their nowrger group turned a corner.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not sure what got into her, but soon as I mentioned the dang ce she melts a whole table!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a brow.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Since when can she melt things…? And what would make her that irritated?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re stalling. What’s the name of the city?” Drake urged.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hudson scratched the back of his head, “Alright, alright. Can’t me me after how she acted, but she said to talk to ya about a ce called Sandal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake stopped midstep.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come again?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Hudson and the rest of the group stopped turning to him, “That look… That’s the damn same one that littledy gave me. I said Sandal dang it, what is with you two? It’s a trading partner for the United Colonies, but that’s all I know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake drew in a breath, “I’ll ept that only because it’s you telling me Hudson. But…” he paused, trying to rapidly go through his thoughts, “Natto!”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a pop, she quickly appeared in front of him, her arms crossed. She looked over to see Hudson, then back to Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see the liar has finallye clean,” Natto said evenly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I ain’t no liar-” Hudson defended.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine,” Drake said, cutting him off, “Change of ns. Get Mordred and Glenn ready within the hour. I didn’t want to rush them but we’re leaving as soon as Lamar is done with what I need, so we don’t have time to be gentle with the rank up. After that is done, get Mr. Hogue, we’re leaving for Sandal, tonight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned to Hudson, “You and your little troup of spies areing with us as well.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now hold on just a damn second-” Hudson tried to protest, obviously confused but was stopped by Drake, pirs of ice suddenly erected in the area around them, each one pointed right at the head of a soldier.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I trust you, Hudson. We went through a lot in the tutorial. But that doesn’t mean I trust the people you are with. And a lot can happen to a person in the month we’ve been apart. I have an obligation to keep my city and people safe,” Drake exined, taking a step forward, “And right now, that thread might very well be you and the United Colonies.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Without exining further Drake moved down the road, his ice pirs continuing to stay at the ready, forcing the group of soldiers, and Hudson, to move as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Patriarch, I thought this man was your friend?” Sah Ul’ asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He was,” Drake said, “A month ago and before he was a part of an organization which trades with a city we know deals in ves…”
<span style="font-weight:400">He gritted his teeth, hating that he was forced to make a decision of holding someone he knew essentially at gunpoint, but he seemed to not have any other option until he understood the rtionship between Sandal and the United Colonies.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">It might exin why the UC is going up the Nobilitydder so quickly as well… Is there something else? It feels like I’m missing something.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">His mind whirling like a chaotic storm in his head, the group finally made it to their destination without much more conversation.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake couldn’t help but scoff and smile at the sign on the door in bold red letters.
<b><i>No Solicitors. Especially that Prick Drake.</i></b>
<span style="font-weight:400">He opened the door without hesitation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lamar! Buddy!” Drake shouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">Immediately after entering the door, Drake was assailed by heat and the smell of coal and iron but was unable to find the enormous cyclops. Instead, he found his sister flipping through a book at a table, her head bobbing back and forth to the sound of a hammer hitting metal.
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked up, saw the group of people, some with magic ice pointed just a few inches from their heads, and went back to her book, thumbing to another door.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Brother is inside. Please don’t bother him too much.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt stonewalled and deted slightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“R-right… We’ll be quick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, she handled you like she’s done it a million times,” Landin whistled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe you and Lamar are more alike than you think,” Bjorn smirked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah whatever…” Drake sighed, “Stay here, Quetz, Kalik, Charlotte, Landin, Atropos, Clotho, you six with me. Sarah, please watch the rest with Bjorn, feel free to deal with them if they try to do anything. Do your best not to kill them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Understood.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on then,” Drake said, waving for the teens to follow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Opening the door, the cracking of a hammer on molten metal continued as the seven people filed in, crowding the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kinda packed in here isn’t it?” Landin muttered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure it’ll get bigger once they have some more time to settle in,” Drake exined, “Lamar. Hey! Lamar!” Drake yelled, having to get the man’s attention.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The fuck do you want?” Lamar shouted back, mming the hammer down without pause.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I need you to help me make some stuff. I need it done quick and you''re the best we have so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t be like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if I ask nicer?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pretty please?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, damn it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I guess you just aren’t the best here then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What did you say, you little prick?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no. It’s fine, I’ll just do it myself. I had to do it in the tutorial too, no surprise I’ll have to do that again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see what you''re doing. I ain’t falling for that!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh I know. You’re far too smart for that. And I know it would be too easy for you to make small little trinkets like this,” Drake said, tossing him a ne.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ha! This isn’t even worth my time!” Lamar spat, “What do you need more disguising nes for anyway?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to take up more of your time with something so easy even I could make.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lamar pulled his hand back, “Are you saying I can’t make this better than your scrawny ass?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I never said that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re making that stupid face that says I can’t though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is just my face, man. Really, I wouldn’t want to bother you any more than I have,” Drake sighed, going to grab the ne.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, it isn’t a problem.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">No really</i><span style="font-weight:400">, I’ll just do it myself. Give it back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">No no</i><span style="font-weight:400">, I got it. Fuck off!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! It’s mine and I said it’s fine! Give it back you one-eyed bastard!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t insult my skills you short-assed-long-haired loser! I’ll have this done 100 times faster than you could!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t care if you can! I don’t want you making them now!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The teens looked on in confusion as the two fully grown men continued to bicker and pull at each other for the ne.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin pointed at the scuffle that had ensued, “Anyone else know what just happened?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The other five shook their heads.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Such stupidity….” Kalik muttered.
<span style="font-weight:400">They all couldn’t help but nod in agreement.