The rain was falling heavily outside, running down the glass walls that surrounded one of the Crimmont Palace¡¯s adjoining structures. These walls, transparent and imposing, offered everyone inside a panoramic view of the outside, where the gray sky and heavy clouds dominated the horizon.
The building itself is a modern structure, with reinforced glass walls that went from floor to ceiling, supported by a structure of a material that looked like polished granite. This was clearly not the case, as there was something about this material that gave it a robust appearance.
A clear sign was the fact that the ceiling, made of beams of this same material with lengths of 20 meters, spaced every 5 meters in a span of 40 meters. Supported by these beams, the material that covered the entire structure had the appearance of polished marble, which is clearly not the case either for obvious reasons.
The high ceiling, over 16 feet high, used exposed beams to support spotlights, illuminating the training areas. The entire structure was elevated several feet above the ground, built on top of a basement that housed training equipment and storage areas.
The rain pattered gently against the glass, creating a soft, steady sound that mingled with the echo of blows and heavy breathing. Despite the cold and gloomy weather outside, inside the atmosphere was warm and tense, full of energy and concentration.
The interior space was divided into several specific areas for different types of training. In the center, a large area lined with soft tatami mats, surrounded by thick mats to cushion falls.
To the left, a boxing ring stood on a raised platform, its ropes taut and firm. To the right, a fighting octagon, with metal railings and non-slip floors, was the focal point for the most intense training sessions.
There was also a section with punching bags of different weights and sizes, as well as an area with wooden and plastic dummies, and an area with some equipment with spikes and other more dangerous equipment.
In the back, a weight training area with dumbbells, bars and resistance machines shared space with the area where there were protective equipment for fighting and various other training equipment.
The glass walls not only offered a panoramic view of the outside, but also allowed natural light to enter, even on a rainy day like this one. The artificial lighting, however, was strong and directed, with spotlights that highlighted the training areas.
On the edge of the tatami area, sitting on the floor, were Aglaya, Anya, Hendrina, Sonia, and next to them, Nala stood with her arms crossed. They were all wearing practical and functional fighting attire: tight shorts and light blouses that allowed freedom of movement.
The girls had slightly nervous and confused expressions, as if they didn''t know what to feel as they watched the scene unfolding on the mat. But Nala had a completely different expression, she had a small smile on her face.
¡°Ahhh, come on, Mahara! Take it easy!¡± Edgar gasped, his shaky voice mixing with a hoarse sigh. His knees were shaking, and his hands, held low, betrayed more fear than skill.
Mahara stretched her neck, the bones cracking under her white skin. Her lips curved in a smile that didn''t reach her cold eyes. ¡°I''m taking it easy¡ Oh, I wish I could go harder, Young Lord.¡± The last words came out like sweet poison, as she rolled her shoulders, preparing herself.
Edgar swallowed hard, taking another step back. ¡°I already apologized!¡± His voice sounded high-pitched, almost a squeak, as he tried to move away from her, his feet dragging on the sweat-damp mat. The foam pads on his legs and arms felt like they weighed tons with each step. His face was red as coals, sweat dripping down his neck, and his eyes fixed on Mahara with palpable fear.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.
¡°And I¡¯ve already accepted¡¡± Mahara tilted her head, feigning consideration, but the snapping of her fingers betrayed her intentions.
¡°Then why¡ª?¡±
There was no time to finish. Mahara closed the distance in two fluid steps, the smell of training oil and metal penetrating Edgar¡¯s nostrils before the kick connected with his ribs. The impact echoed with a dry thud, and the air escaped the boy¡¯s lungs in a hoarse groan: ¡°Urggh¡ª!¡±
Edgar was thrown to the side with force, his back hitting the mat with a dull thud that made the spectators flinch. Sonia covered her mouth with her hands; Anya turned her face away while the others only groaned inwardly. Nala, however, still had the smile on her face and her arms crossed under her chest.
¡°Get up, Young Lord. We have only just begun.¡± Mahara slammed her fists together, as if preparing to start the fight.
Edgar writhed on the floor, his fingers digging into the rough edges of the mat. ¡°I don¡¯t want to¡ That¡¯s enough! NALA, GET ME OUT OF HERE!¡± The scream tore through the gym, mixing with the pinging of rain on the glass.
Nala raised an eyebrow, a barely contained smile lighting her angular face. ¡°The deal was for 15 minutes of standing, kid. It hasn¡¯t even been 3.¡± Her voice was soft, almost maternal, but her eyes shone with cruel amusement.
¡°Three minutes?? What nonsense is that? I must have been here for at least 20!¡± Edgar scrambled to his knees, his training shirt clinging to his chest.
¡°27 to be exact.¡± Nala checked one of the several large clocks that hung from the ceiling. ¡°But the deal was for 15 minutes of standing. You were lying on the floor most of the time. At this rate, you¡¯ll be in there all day.¡±
¡°Hehehe¡¡± Hearing this, Mahara gave a low laugh. ¡°Come on, Young Lord, get up. I have all day, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯s good to put it off so long. I promise I¡¯ll take it easy.¡± Her eyes narrowed, and her tone was as sweet as poisoned honey.
Edgar staggered to his feet, his legs shaking. ¡°Humph! You said that with the last three kicks!¡± He spat the words, his face contorted in a grimace that tried to be anger but failed to hide panic. ¡°And none of them were weaker¡¡±
Mahara didn¡¯t answer. She just advanced again, her steps silent as those of a predator. Edgar swallowed his fear and raised his fists, knowing that, here, time was measured in punches, not minutes.
He tried to retreat, his feet dragging on the damp mat, but Mahara was already on him. A straight punch hit his chin, knocking his head back violently. Before he could fall, she grabbed his shirt, pulling him close only to deliver a brutal knee to his abdomen.
¡°Urgh!¡± Edgar doubled over, the impact knocking the air from his lungs in a choked groan. He stumbled backwards, staggering, his arms instinctively protecting his torso, but it didn¡¯t help¡
In one fluid motion, a spinning kick hit the same ribs as before with cruel precision. The dull crack echoed in the room, as Edgar was thrown to the floor like a rag doll.
¡°Hughh¡¡± Edgar gasped, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva onto the mat, which was already stained with sweat.
Trembling, he tried to get up, his arms weakening as his hands slipped on the damp surface. Each attempt felt like a monumental effort, pain radiating from his ribs with each breath.
¡°I can do this all day, Young Lord.¡± Mahara took a step forward, her calm voice contrasting with the violence of her movements.
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A few hours later, in a structure near the gym, Edgar was lying on a simple bed, with a functional but uncomfortable appearance, similar to those used in hospital wards. The environment around him was austere and organized, as if each item had a specific purpose.
Dark wooden shelves and cabinets lined the walls, filled with labeled glass bottles containing liquids of various colors and dried herbs. A strong smell of antiseptic and medicinal plants permeated the air.
On a nearby table, metal trays with gauze, tweezers and other utensils shone under the soft light of oil lanterns hanging on the walls. There were no machines or technological equipment, just the essentials to treat wounds the old-fashioned way.
Inessa was standing by the window, her arms crossed elegantly as she watched the steady rain that ran down the glass in thin rivulets. The dim natural light, mixed with the rhythmic sound of the water outside, created an almost melancholic atmosphere.
¡°You could have avoided this¡ But no, you chose to leave the comfort and safety of your home to run to the desert, just to look at the scenery and make a senseless mess,¡± Inessa said, her tone calm and controlled, without even looking at Edgar.
¡°I don¡¯t want to hear this now, Inessa. Nhggg,¡± Edgar snapped indignantly, but a groan of pain escaped him when he tried to move. The movement made his ribs protest, and he fell back against the pillow, breathing heavily.
¡°I warned you, but here we are¡ Are you satisfied?¡± Inessa finally looked away from him, her eyes serene but filled with silent judgment.
Edgar looked away, unable to look at her.
Chapter 39 - Apologies
¡°Sigh. If it were up to me and Abigail, you would stay here to heal naturally, which would be very good for your body. But you need to fulfill your part of the deal.¡±
¡°Can¡¯t it be another day?¡± he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
¡°No. You promised to accompany us to the auction, and you will fulfill that promise.¡±
¡°But I don¡¯t even matter¡ They only want you and Abigail,¡± Edgar replied, frowning, even more frustrated.
¡°And that¡¯s exactly why you¡¯re going to accompany us. It will be our excuse to refuse certain proposals.¡±
Edgar blinked, confused, but remained silent.
¡°You¡¯ll understand later. This is your second time appearing in public. As you gain more experience, you¡¯ll understand better how society works.¡±
Edgar didn¡¯t answer, biting his lip to contain another complaint.
¡°Abigail will be here soon; she must be back from her trip. She will heal you. And Hendrina...¡±
¡°Yes, Lady Inessa,¡± Hendrina replied, who had been standing near the door, silent the entire time.
¡°Tell the others not to worry and to return to their training. Tomorrow Edgar will give an explanation for yesterday¡¯s actions and apologize to everyone. You may go.¡±
¡°Yes, Lady Inessa.¡± Hendrina bowed slightly and left immediately, closing the door behind her.
Inessa turned her attention to Edgar, who seemed to be struggling with his own irritation and physical discomfort.
¡°Do you need anything? Water or food? Would you like to change positions?¡±
¡°I want anesthetics,¡± he said, groaning in pain as he tried to move his head to the side.
¡°That can¡¯t be. The punishment lasts until Abigail arrives. Anything else?¡±
¡°Hmph¡ I want sweets,¡± he murmured hopefully, casting a sidelong glance at her.
¡°That can¡¯t be either. We¡¯re going to have dinner in Avaris before the auction.¡±
¡°I don¡¯t want anything, then. Go away,¡± he replied, annoyed and frustrated, turning his face to the side with effort.
Inessa watched him for a moment longer, her eyes assessing him coldly, before turning and walking to the door. With a calm gesture, she closed it behind her, leaving Edgar alone in the darkness of the room.
A few minutes after Inessa left the room, Mahara entered, wearing her maid''s clothes again. Her impeccable uniform contrasted drastically with her awkward expression, marked by an invisible weight that seemed to crush her soul.
It was as if she carried the burden of the entire world on her shoulders. Her hesitant, almost dragging steps echoed in the heavy atmosphere, while her eyes remained fixed on the floor, unable to face the scene unfolding in front of her.
Edgar, motionless, remained lying down, staring at the ceiling, seemingly oblivious to her presence. The silence between them was almost palpable, until, with an effort, Edgar broke it, his voice low but full of meaning.
¡°You could have been gentler, don¡¯t you think?¡± he said, turning his head just enough to glance at her.
His voice was devoid of spite or malice; there was a sincere, almost introspective tone, as if he were reflecting on himself. Mahara paused for a moment, as if those words had penetrated straight to the core of her guilt. She raised her eyes slowly, and her voice, trembling, finally broke the silence:Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!
¡°Are you¡ okay?¡± she asked, the hesitation clear in her speech. Her hand rose slowly, as if to touch him, but, in mid-motion, she stopped, unable to complete the gesture.
¡°That question seems a bit redundant to me,¡± Edgar replied with a tired sigh, accompanied by a short but weak smile. ¡°But I deserved it. I acted like a selfish idiot, letting myself be carried away by my immature impulses and hasty conclusions.¡±
Mahara tried to protest, but the words wouldn¡¯t come. They were lost before they even reached her lips.
¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Edgar said, trying to lighten the mood. ¡°It¡¯s nothing serious. I¡¯ve been through worse. Like when Nala first trained me¡ Hah! That woman has no mercy at all.¡±
He let out a muffled laugh, but it seemed to carry more weight than relief, as if he were trying to force some lightness where none existed. Mahara remained silent, her eyes avoiding his.
¡°And you?¡± Edgar asked, breaking the silence again, turning his head with effort to face her. ¡°How are you?¡±
Mahara hesitated for a moment. ¡°Honestly, I don¡¯t know¡¡± She lowered her eyes, her hands shaking slightly as she continued. ¡°My wounds¡ are gone. I can¡¯t feel anything physically anymore. But every time I close my eyes¡ the scene comes back. Always.¡±
Edgar frowned, but didn¡¯t interrupt.
¡°Great Lady Nala told me this was normal,¡± Mahara continued, her voice taking on a quiet firmness. ¡°She said time will make it pass, and I believe her. But...¡±
¡°But?¡± Edgar prompted.
¡°But I don¡¯t want to forget,¡± Mahara said, her voice full of determination. Her fists clenched tightly. ¡°I don¡¯t want this pain to go away. I want to remember it every day of my life.¡±
Edgar felt the intensity in her words, like a direct hit. He opened his mouth, but was cut off by Mahara, whose words now flowed with a palpable, almost uncontrolled force.
¡°I want to remember how weak and useless I felt. How I watched Anya and Sonia being brutally beaten, nearly devoured, while I¡ I couldn¡¯t move. I was paralyzed.¡± Her voice shook, but it didn¡¯t waver. ¡°I want to remember the relief I felt when Windor intervened, and how that relief turned to despair.¡±
¡°Mahara, you shouldn¡¯t punish yourself like this¡¡± Edgar murmured, his gaze worried.
¡°Of course I should!¡± She cut in sharply. ¡°You don¡¯t understand, Young Lord. The serpent that was toying with us, almost killing us, fled in terror when Windor appeared¡¡± Her eyes burned, now red with anger and stress, each word filled with silent fury. ¡°She fled in fear¡ Hahaha.¡±
¡°She knew¡ she knew how powerful that attack was, and that she had no chance. She felt the same fear I felt. Imagine what I was feeling when I saw that¡ I felt like a worm, Young Lord. A worm that everyone feels disgusted by and doesn¡¯t even want to bother crushing, because they feel disgusted¡¡±
She took a deep breath, struggling to control her emotions.
¡°The worst was when I was there, in the middle of the toxic smoke, looking at the lava pit. It was there that I felt¡ I understood what Great Lady Nala had always warned me about. That was when I felt what it¡¯s like to be faced with absolute strength. It¡¯s not something that can be described. It¡¯s something that makes you realize how small and miserable you really are.¡± She spoke with a tone of contempt, as if she were accusing herself.
¡°Today, when I woke up in my bed after being healed by Lady Abigail, I felt like the most useless person in the world¡¡± She lowered her head, regret and pain permeating her words.
¡°As I lay there, I reflected on that moment¡ Hahaha.¡± Her voice was calm but bitter as she tilted her head slightly. ¡°The enemy who nearly killed us fled in terror when Windor appeared. But do you know what¡¯s truly frightening?¡±
She looked into Edgar¡¯s eyes intently, her eyes bloodshot red. ¡°It¡¯s realizing that even with ten, a hundred, or a thousand times the power of that attack, it would never be enough to even scratch Great Lady Nala¡¯s aura that enveloped us at that moment. That¡ that is absolute strength.¡±
¡°Mahara¡¡± Edgar began, but the words died in her throat.
Mahara lowered her head, her voice thick with conflicting emotions. ¡°I feel jealous, Young Lord. And at the same time, I feel afraid.¡±
¡°Afraid of what?¡±
¡°Afraid of going through something like that again, and not having the same protection. What could I do, being so weak?¡± Her eyes were filled with regret and confession. ¡°It was then that I thought... What if I had that strength? I would never have to fear anything or anyone.¡± Her voice was lower, but the determination in each word was undeniable.
Edgar watched her in silence, his eyes analyzing every nuance of her expression, before gently patting the bed beside her. ¡°Lie here, Mahara.¡±
She hesitated, but with some effort, she lay down next to him.
¡°When I received Anya¡¯s message,¡± he began, his voice low, almost a whisper, ¡°I tried to leave immediately, mount Typhoon and go after you. But I was stopped. I was only able to go after I called Nala and she opened a portal.¡±
¡°When did that happen?¡± Mahara asked.
¡°Just before Crotalus trapped you in his trap.¡± He turned his head to face her. ¡°The first thing I saw was you. Fighting bravely, distracting the serpent with your shield.¡±
Mahara blinked in confusion.
¡°From the message, I thought you were in mortal danger. But what I saw¡ it didn¡¯t make sense. You were holding out. Fighting well.¡± He paused before continuing.
¡°Of course, Crotalus proved its superiority in the end. But that doesn¡¯t take away from your merit. Nala expected more, because she knew what you were capable of. But I didn¡¯t! When you were subdued, I didn¡¯t think it was the end. I thought, ¡®They will become stronger.¡¯ And I¡¯m sure you have.¡±
Chapter 40 - Avaris
¡°But we lost,¡± she murmured, the pain still fresh.
¡°Yes. But defeat does not diminish the value of the effort. You have grown from this fight, even if not physically, but certainly mentally. Nala expected more, it is true. But she knows what you are capable of. And so do I. You are strong, Mahara. Much more than you realize.¡±
Mahara looked down, a little embarrassed, before burying her face in the pillow with a shy smile.
¡°But I let myself get carried away by that feeling, Mahara¡ I was so excited about the result that I did not hesitate to let Windor perform the Collapse. I thought you were strong enough that, even witnessing it up close, you would not be traumatized.¡±
¡°...¡± Mahara fell silent.
¡°I did not measure my actions according to what you were going through... I was selfish and did not think about the consequences for you later. I am sorry, Mahara. I know this won¡¯t fix anything, but I hope you¡¯ll forgive me.¡±
He squeezed her hand with effort. ¡°It doesn¡¯t have to be now, only when you¡¯re ready.¡±
Mahara stared at him for a moment, her eyes filled with doubt. Her mind was in turmoil, and she hesitated to form the words. Edgar, with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, seemed distant, but his voice exuded a sincerity that made the weight of the conversation weigh heavy in the air.
The silence stretched between them, tense and charged, until, finally, Mahara broke the silence. ¡°When I walked through that door¡ I came with the intention of apologizing¡¡± She paused, the words now heavier than she had imagined. ¡°But now, Young Lord, I don¡¯t know if I have that right.¡±
The doubt still echoed in her voice, the uncertainty about herself evident. Edgar, without taking his eyes off the ceiling, answered in a light tone, but with a frankness that cut through the tension.
¡°Apologize for what? I agreed to train with you... Even though you hurt me more than I would have liked, I bet Nala will grind my bones again tomorrow, so I don¡¯t see the point.¡±
¡°It¡¯s not just that... I mean, it¡¯s also that, but¡¡± Mahara hesitated, her words tangled as she tried to find a way to express what she felt. ¡°Truly, when the Great Lady Nala gave me permission to hurt you, Young Lord... I felt something¡¡±
She struggled to convey what was in her heart, clearly lost in her own emotions. ¡°It was joy, Young Lord. I felt genuine joy.¡±
¡°Hmm?¡± Edgar grumbled, surprised by her sincerity. ¡°I can¡¯t say that¡¯s a nice thing to hear...¡± he admitted hesitantly.
¡°But it¡¯s the truth,¡± Mahara continued, her voice almost breaking. ¡°I felt pleasure in every blow I landed. And why? Why did I do something so unscrupulous? It was only when I calmed down, when I took a shower and reflected, that I realized¡¡± She hesitated, but didn¡¯t meet his eyes.
¡°I was getting revenge. I took out all my frustration, my fear, my regret on you, Young Lord. You became the target of it all.¡± She paused, her breathing heavy, as if the weight of her own words were suffocating her. ¡°And yet, even now, I¡¯m not sure if I was completely wrong. Deep down, I feel a kind of relief after hurting you¡ and somehow, I don¡¯t regret it.¡±
¡°So, you¡¯re not going to apologize?¡± Edgar¡¯s question was hesitant, confused, and there was a hint of disappointment in his voice.
¡°I want to wait¡ I don¡¯t feel like I can forgive you right now. And honestly, I don¡¯t think I deserve to apologize. At least, not today.¡± She stood up, propping herself up on her forearm to look him directly in the eye, a more vulnerable expression appearing on her face.
¡°I see. Alright, then. I can wait.¡± Edgar¡¯s answer came out with a hint of hope, as if he had something to hold on to.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
¡°Thank you, Young Lord...¡± She thanked him sincerely. ¡°Can I ask you one more thing? I¡¯d like to stay here a little longer...¡± The shy smile finally appeared, and for the first time since she entered the room, she seemed more relaxed.
¡°Of course... Just be careful not to squeeze too hard...¡± he teased, a sarcastic tone escaping.
¡°I¡¯ll try...¡± She smiled genuinely, closing her eyes as she snuggled softly against him, hugging him and lying down next to him.
Edgar didn¡¯t say anything else, remaining beside her in silence. He reflected on everything that had happened, while the room filled with an unexpected stillness.
The silence persisted for a long time until Abigail finally arrived, interrupting the tranquility and preparing everything for the beginning of Edgar¡¯s treatment. ______________________________
Avaris is the grand metropolis of western Bordium, on the shores of the timid Gulf of Arupana. With over 2 million inhabitants in the main city and surrounding areas, it is home to the largest and most prosperous seaport on the continent.
The gateway for all international visitors to Bordium. One of the 10 major tourist cities on the continent and one of the 5 largest metropolises. Known for its art, education and a trading hub where you can buy things from every continent (even the rarest ones).
Its docks never sleep, with ships from all corners of the world docking daily. Here, merchants trade goods ranging from the finest fabrics of Wallbur to precious metals mined from the volcanoes of Thanax. The floating markets in the harbor sell everything from the rarest spices to forgotten tomes and grimoires.
The city is home to schools, debate halls and philosophical theaters where the greatest thinkers discuss topics ranging from ancient magic to modern science. Avaris is known worldwide as the seat of the first and oldest Academia Internationalis Draconum. But Avaris'' commitment to education goes beyond academia.
Anyone who shows talent can find a patron willing to fund it, and outstanding scholars are invited to write their names on the Columns of Wisdom, a monument that immortalizes the greatest intellects who have ever passed through the Academy.
In addition, numerous Dragon Ladies and Dragon Lords often teach at the Academy. In fact, most of the professors are Dragons who work there and also study and conduct their own research.
Avaris stands out with its monumental architecture, full of tall, sturdy towers, suspension bridges, and towers decorated with enchanted stained glass. The Mirror Towers of Arupana, the largest and most luxurious center of commerce, are golden structures that reflect the sunlight like beacons for travelers and are considered by many to be the symbol of the city.
The streets are wide and paved with polished stone, adorned with columns and arches that narrate the history of the continent. Fountains and murals decorate the squares, displaying epic scenes of the conquests and deeds of the ancient heroes of Bordium.
Music fills the air¡ªtroubadours enchant visitors with traditional melodies, while classical musicians play symphonies in the grand auditoriums. Colossal sculptures of black marble and cut crystal adorn the hanging gardens.
Avaris is the domain of the Great Dragon Lady Zenobia Drakhan. Her presence is an imposing force¡ªa wise and feared ruler whose vision of a utopia of knowledge and commerce propelled Avaris to the heights of civilization.
Her palace, the Drakhan Palace, stands atop the small plateau that flanks the city to the north. From there, the domed palace displays its grandeur while allowing its ruler to command a commanding view of nearly the entire city.
Zenobia governs with a balance of tradition and innovation. Her council is made up of scholars, mages, merchants, and generals, ensuring that Avaris continues to grow in both intellect and economic power.
¡°Are you following, Edgar?¡± Inessa asked, as she calmly explained a little about the city to Edgar.
They, along with Abigail, Aglaya and Hendrina were in a luxurious carriage that they had rented at the entrance to the city, since it was forbidden to fly within the city perimeter, unless authorized in case of emergency.
¡°I understand¡ of course. But what I want to know is why are we here?¡± Looking through the carriage window, Edgar was sitting on the bench between Abigail and Inessa.
¡°Didn¡¯t I already explain, Edgar?¡± Inessa replied, turning to look at him.
¡°You only said that we are here to participate in the auctions. You didn¡¯t say why we have to participate.¡± He replied with an innocent expression, looking at Inessa.
¡°If they were ordinary auctions, we wouldn¡¯t be here¡¡±
The truth is that Avaris establishes its trade agreements and spreads its influence throughout Bordium through a very important event, the Torment Fairs.
Held four times a year, these fairs are grandiose events where the world''s most powerful merchants and collectors gather for auctions involving unimaginable sums.
For both the general public and high-class tycoons, this is an event of fun and possible encounters and unique opportunities. The richest merchants in the world pass through here, seeking to expand their connections and influence.
The best way is to spend money on the various auctions that take place almost simultaneously. Of course, the most prestigious auctions are only 3, one for each day of the event. Here the richest can show off their fortunes at will in the beautiful and rare treasures.
Chapter 41 – Torment Fairs
Dragons, at their core, have the freedom to choose the events they wish to attend, but the Torment Fairs are not just any event. In addition to rare treasures and items of hidden power, each auction offers wealthy merchants and great political leaders a valuable opportunity to establish their connections with the economic powerhouses of Bordium, such as Avaris, Terius, and Priomyr.
Aspiring and emerging Dragon Ladies can obtain both financial and scientific and technical support from influential figures, such as the more experienced Dragon Ladies or even the Great Dragon Ladies.
For the most prestigious Dragon Ladies, and especially the Great Dragon Ladies, the Torment Fairs are more than just an opportunity to negotiate - they are a direct invitation from Zenobia Drakhan herself, the Ruler of Avaris.
However, negotiating with Lady Drakhan takes time and patience. To avoid unnecessary chaos and waste of resources, there is a strict limit on invitations, preventing all influential figures from being invited at once.
Thus, a month before each Fair, Avaris publishes the list of selected Dragon Ladies. In a two-year cycle, all the great and important Dragon Ladies and Great Dragon Ladies are invited, without exception.
Abigail and Inessa, although young, are perfect examples of this system. The two manage a thriving trade in high-end medicinal Auroherbs, a vital sector for Bordium. They were invited two years ago and, as expected, received a new invitation this year.
Although there is no formal law mandating participation, refusing an invitation is practically a sentence of political and commercial exile. A city that chooses to sever ties with Avaris would risk its very survival, especially when it comes to a territory as close and dependent as Nenvia.
Of course, in exchange for all the inconvenience, Lady Drakhan herself agrees to establish minimum-gain trade agreements or other agreements that benefit the Dragon Ladies and Great Ladies. Depending on what is negotiated, Avaris may even lose money, but Lady Drakhan doesn''t care about that, as long as Avaris continues to prosper politically and economically.
"In other words, Avaris remains standing and prospering because of its political and commercial influence." In short, Edgar crossed his arms, his expression carrying a hint of skepticism and disinterest.
"Humph. If you want to see the world in that simplistic way, go ahead." Abigail commented, letting out a sigh full of disdain. Her eyes remained fixed on the landscape beyond the window and a slight crooked smile formed on her lips ¡ª not of amusement, but of exasperation. "In time, boy, you''ll realize that nothing in this world is as black and white as you''d like it to be. And when that day comes, I hope you''ll have learned how to survive it."
Outside, the cityscape loomed large. In the middle of the city, two enormous mirrored towers shone under the afternoon sky, reflecting the world around them as if they were watching it back.
"I''ll figure that out in due time, but for now, I choose to keep it simple." Edgar countered, crossing his arms and looking away for a moment. His voice carried a youthful stubbornness, but also a certain defiance.
"Anyway, what time is it?"
"4:38 p.m., Young Lord." Aglaya answered promptly, sitting across from him, her posture impeccable as ever.
"It''s early¡" Edgar murmured, looking out the window before looking directly at Inessa. His tone changed, becoming lighter, almost persuasive. "I want to walk around a bit, Inessa. I want to see the city and buy some souvenirs¡" He leaned slightly toward her, trying to soften her insistence with a genuinely interested look.
"No." Inessa''s answer was dry, sharp as a blade.
Edgar blinked, surprised by her coldness. "Why?" Her voice carried a childish disappointment, a hint of hurt.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Inessa remained impassive, her arms crossed, but her gaze betrayed a cautious rigidity. Her firm expression did not hide the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers lightly tightened the fabric of her clothes.
"Avaris is not like Nenvia, Edgar." Her voice was low, but filled with a tension that did not go unnoticed. "Here, people come from all over, and that means not everyone will know who you are or treat you the way you expect." She paused, as if weighing her words, before continuing, this time with a more serious and almost protective tone. ¡°I don¡¯t want you walking around, being seen by the wrong people.¡±
Edgar frowned, surprised by the seriousness in her voice, but he couldn¡¯t help but feel a touch of irritation. ¡°You¡¯re exaggerating. I just want to go for a walk, get to know the city... I¡¯m not going to go around talking to everyone who crosses my path.¡±
Inessa took a deep breath, looking away for a moment, as if considering his words. ¡°It¡¯s not just about what you do or don¡¯t do. It¡¯s about who can see you and¡¡± She paused, hesitant.
¡°And?¡± He persisted.
She frowned. ¡°Nothing. You¡¯re not going, period.¡±
Edgar narrowed his eyes. ¡°That wasn¡¯t a reason.¡±
Her voice wavered for a second, a slight tremor of insecurity emerging, before she took a deep breath and regained her firm tone. ¡°Trust me, Edgar. I just want you to be safe. I won¡¯t let the same mistake happen again¡¡±
She looked away briefly, the memory of the past weighing heavily between them. But then she looked back at him, the hardness in her voice becoming unbreakable. ¡°I won¡¯t risk you like that.¡±
Edgar remained silent, absorbing every word. Inessa¡¯s tone reached him more deeply than he cared to admit. He had always known about her concern, but at that moment, she seemed more vulnerable than ever.
"I won''t take any risks," he said, more for Inessa''s sake than for his own. Those words carried a silent weight, a promise he made not out of his own desire, but out of the trust he placed in her. He saw the determination in her gaze, but he also noticed the shadow of something she was trying to hide¡ªsomething he knew he carried himself, a burden they both shared but rarely expressed in words.
Inessa stared at him for a long moment. Her expression softened, but her eyes still reflected a slight apprehension, as if the worry, although lessened, did not leave her completely at peace. When she spoke, her voice was low, almost like a sigh, filled with cautious relief: "Thank you, Edgar." She inclined her head slightly, as if his acceptance were a weight lifted from her shoulders.
Without looking away, Inessa approached Edgar. Her fingers gently touched the side of his face, the warm, smooth skin contrasting with the tension that still hung between them. The gesture was soft, but filled with something deeper¡ªaffection, concern, and the need to reaffirm the connection between them.
With an almost reverent slowness, she ran her hand over his jaw, the touch of her fingers running over him with an intimacy that only those who truly loved each other could share. The sensation of her touch was like a silent balm, soothing the restlessness that still enveloped them.
She gently pulled him closer, their bodies almost touching. When their foreheads met, there was a moment suspended in time, where the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.
Inessa''s breathing mingled with Edgar''s, and the touch of her hand on his face conveyed not only affection, but a need¡ªa desire for protection, for closeness, for something deeper that needed no words.
The delicate gesture lasted for a few seconds, until she pulled away a little, but did not let go. Her gaze, now more intense, fixed itself on his eyes. A slight, almost imperceptible smile formed on her lips, a smile that did not simply say ¡°I am here¡±, but expressed a silent understanding between the two, an exchange that transcended everything around.
Aglaya, sitting with impeccable posture, observed the scene with a furtive but curious look. Although her facade remained serious and reserved, her eyes betrayed a spark of something more ¡ª perhaps a veiled envy, perhaps an admiration for their intimacy.
Her body remained rigid, as if trying to contain something that was pulsing inside her, while the fingers intertwined in her lap were a reflection of the restraint she imposed on herself.
Abigail, on the other hand, could not hide her discomfort. A low sigh escaped her, and an almost imperceptible roll of her eyes betrayed her discomfort. She tried to look away, but her attention remained glued to the couple in front of her.
The envy, visible in her closed expression, was not something she wanted to show, so she turned her face away, trying to distance herself emotionally from the scene that bothered her more than she wanted to admit.
Hendrina, however, was the most enchanted. She saw that scene with eyes of pure admiration, her vision of Edgar and Inessa filled with an almost naive purity.
For her, that affectionate and intimate gesture was not just an exchange of affection; it was the image of genuine love, something she did not see every day. A fond smile formed on her lips, as she observed the silent affection between them, as if that was the truest expression of connection and trust.
Chapter 42 - Charm
¡°No going out, then?¡± Edgar asked, trying to smile, but the sadness on his face was impossible to hide. His gaze averted, as if to hide the disappointment that now dominated his expression.
Inessa remained silent, feeling the pressure of the two realities that now collided within her.
She wanted to offer him something, she wanted to do his bidding, but at the same time, she knew that her own commitments kept her tied down. The meetings, the auctions... she felt the weight of the hours dragging on in front of her, like a sequence of events that could not be ignored.
But when she looked at Edgar, she felt the urge to give in, to be by his side and allow him to have what he wanted, even if it meant sacrificing part of herself.
The atmosphere in the carriage was charged with a subtle tension. The lightness of the environment and the gentle movement of the wheels contrasted with the internal struggle that Inessa was waging. The silent connection between them seemed even stronger in this small space, as if their emotions, now without words, echoed in every corner.
She looked at him hesitantly, her gaze softening with the anguish of someone who wanted so much to please, but knew she needed to be rational. ¡°Edgar¡¡± She murmured, and her voice came out softer than she would have liked.
There wasn¡¯t much to say. She knew he was disappointed, but she couldn¡¯t simply give in to his will. Her duties were demanding, and the risks of allowing him to leave without proper protection worried her too much.
¡°I know how much you want this, Edgar¡ but we can come back another day.¡± Her voice trailed off for a moment, as if the words were stuck in her throat. She knew he would understand, as he always did, but she couldn¡¯t help but feel guilty for not being able to give in completely.
She looked at him once more, her gaze soft and filled with something she couldn''t describe, a mixture of affection, attachment and, above all, the need to keep him safe, even if it meant giving up her own desires.
¡°By aura¡¡± Abigail couldn''t contain her frustration any longer. She snapped her fingers, breaking the tense atmosphere with an impatient gesture.
¡°Can you guys stop this pointless chatter?¡± Her voice was harsher than usual, and she gave Inessa a weary, reprimanding look. ¡°Get a grip, Inessa, don''t you realize he''s manipulating you? Keep it up and you''ll be walking with him before we get home.¡±
The word "manipulating" cut like a blade, and Inessa immediately realized what was happening. Reality hit her like a punch in the stomach, and she instantly regained her composure. A slight resentment flickered in her eyes as she looked at Edgar, although it was more a reflection of her frustration with herself than with him.
Edgar, realizing that his opportunity was slipping away, acted quickly. Without hesitation, he threw himself on Abigail, hugging her waist with exaggerated intensity, pressing his body against hers in an almost theatrical way. His gaze was one of pure appeal, an expression of almost childish supplication that, even if predictable, still managed to disarm any resistance.
¡°Abigail, don¡¯t be so cruel... I like you so much and you keep saying such ugly things...¡± He dragged on even more emphatically, his voice soft and almost honeyed. ¡°I just wanted to go out for a while... I wanted to have fun with you two, that almost never happens...¡±
His posture seemed to beg for compassion, as if he were seeking more than simple permission ¨C it was a silent plea, a request that extended to something deeper, more intimate.
The pressure of his body against hers left Abigail without reaction for a moment. The intensity of the gesture caught her off guard, and she had to stretch to try to deal with the proximity, not knowing how to respond. Before she could react, Edgar continued, his charm now almost unbearable.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
¡°Help me, dear Abigail¡¡± His voice became even softer, with an exaggerated sincerity that seemed like a honey trap. So sweet that it could almost be sickening.
His eyes, shining with a mischievous and at the same time sincere glow, seemed to speak more than words. Edgar knew exactly what he was doing; it was not just a request, but a request shaped with the clear intention of disarming any resistance.
Along with the appealing words and expressions, Abigail felt the wave of aura charged with feelings assault her veins in an intrusive way, a clear demonstration of Edgar¡¯s ability to bypass her natural aura protection.
With no alternative, she was invaded by a mixture of expectation, apprehension, remorse and a melancholy that shook her emotional balance, making her more vulnerable to Edgar''s appeals.
She had to admit, this was something Edgar did masterfully, influencing others, becoming the center of their attention without them even realizing how much they were being manipulated.
She sighed, trying to resist, but the growing heat in her chest only made her more vulnerable. He leaned against her in an almost affectionate way, his posture intentionally vulnerable, as if she were the only one capable of understanding what he needed. Every word and gesture seemed designed to touch the right spot, the one where he knew she would not be able to resist.
"Stop it..." Abigail tried to resist, but his aura was too much for her. Her muscles slowly relaxed, and for an instant, she found herself immersed in the energy he emanated, as if it were an invisible force that dominated her without mercy.
¡°Please¡¡± Edgar whispered, his tone filled with a silent, almost desperate plea, as if each word were a caress that further loosened Abigail¡¯s defenses.
She closed her eyes, feeling the internal battle dissipating. ¡°You¡¯re not going to stop this, are you?¡± Abigail grumbled, a frustrated smile forming, but also filled with a subtle pleasure at not being able to resist any longer.
Inessa, Hendrina and Aglaya watched the scene with a mixture of conflicting feelings. The tension in the carriage was still palpable, but something in their expressions reflected a certain helplessness in the face of Edgar¡¯s skill.
They saw what was happening more clearly than anyone could: Edgar was like a snake coiling around his prey, with patience and mastery, crushing it little by little until there was no more resistance left.
Abigail finally sighed, surrendered. ¡°Okay, then. You¡¯ll go for a walk tomorrow morning. With us. But don''t get yourself into trouble, okay?¡± His voice had a mix of authoritarianism and disdain, but also of concession, as if it were no longer possible to fight against the tide.
Edgar smiled broadly once again, but the gratitude in his eyes seemed exaggerated, as if it were an even sweeter victory than he had imagined. ¡°Thank you, Abigail... You''re the best!¡±
At that moment, Edgar released an intense wave of his aura, a concentrated flow of joy and excitement, mixed with a charge of pleasure so dense that it seemed almost palpable. The aura took over the environment, like a soft but penetrating mist. It was as if the essence of happiness, of ecstasy, had been compressed into a single dose and delivered in the form of aura.
The women around felt the wave of emotions invade their aura veins. Inessa, Hendrina and Aglaya couldn''t help it, but the most affected was Abigail, to whom Edgar directed greater focus.
It was as if time had stopped, their bodies and minds being enveloped by a momentary, paralyzing sensation of pleasure. Their senses were nullified for an instant, their reason and thoughts clouded by the flood of intense feelings.
For a while, all there was were the feelings of pleasure and joy that Edgar masterfully manipulated, making them all almost incapable of reacting. It was as if he had put them all in a state of ecstasy, a mental fog that kept them silent and inactive. He, in turn, adjusted himself comfortably on the carriage seat, the happy smile still plastered on his face.
It was as if he had just savored a delicious victory, enjoying what was left of his manipulation without rushing to move on. When the wave finally dissipated, they were a little dazed, with their bodies relaxed and their minds numb. None of them said anything, but they all understood what had happened and who had caused it. Yet none of them had any intention of complaining¡
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The carriage glided along the wide avenues of Avaris, and the view before Edgar was impressive. The city combined the modern with the utilitarian in a remarkable way. The buildings seemed simple at first glance, with imposing and rough shapes, but they were carefully designed, as if shaped by precise calculations.
Tall buildings dominated the landscape, but the wide streets ensured comfort for passersby. Made of durable and flexible materials, the facades reflected the sunlight, displaying a polished texture and metallic tones. Marble and granite in rich tones¡ªpearlescent whites, intense reds and blues¡ªadorned the surfaces, creating a luxurious look.
The vibrant colors of the city brought the streets to life, and the porcelain tiles on the sidewalks and facades reflected the light with subtle shine. The city looked like a work of art, sculpted with perfection and refinement, like a great palace.
Chapter 43 – Architecture
To the right, a wide plaza stretched out, adorned by crystal-clear fountains that seemed carved from pure crystal, sparkling in the sunlight. The marble pillars that marked the entrances were artfully carved, with details so refined that they resembled independent sculptures.
The waters danced in meticulously calculated geometric patterns, dividing and reuniting at angles impossible without the help of advanced engineering. Each drop reflected the colors around it, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
The floor, covered in polished porcelain tiles, reflected the sky like a mirror of water, giving the plaza the illusion of floating among the clouds. The fresh air brought a mixture of the perfume of exotic flowers with the light mineral aroma of granite. The soft sound of the water intertwined with the melody of local musicians, whose instruments seemed designed to harmonize with the city itself.
Moving on, Edgar spotted an even more impressive construction: an immense open-air theater. Its structure balanced grandeur and fluidity, with organic curves that echoed the vibrant energy of Avaris. The chairs, upholstered in fine, colorful fabrics, formed a vibrant mosaic, inviting spectators to lose themselves in performances that blended magic and reality.
The pure white marble columns were adorned with gold and blue details that sparkled in the sun, supporting a ceiling that seemed to defy gravity with its lightness. The stage, covered in iridescent porcelain tiles, seemed suspended in midair, as if some invisible force were keeping it afloat.
Its dynamic design allowed for instant transformations, adapting to the needs of each show. The piece on display explored the fusion of technology and magic in such a fluid way that the boundaries between the real and the illusory disappeared.
As the carriage moved forward, the scenery changed. Sophisticated shops began to spring up along the streets, reflecting the pragmatic nature of the city. Its facades, though functional, displayed bright colors and a touch of understated sophistication. Large display cases revealed merchandise that blended technology and design, from enchanted devices to pieces with a minimalist and functional aesthetic.
The art studios followed this same philosophy. Inside, interactive sculptures molded themselves to the touch, made of lightweight metals and synthetic stones that seemed to respond to the viewer. Paintings displayed pigments that reactive to light, changing color and texture throughout the day.
Avaris was not only aesthetically impressive¡ªevery detail was designed for efficiency. The heat of the day was dissipated by a natural ventilation system built into the architecture itself, while holographic signs at intersections indicated the best routes and peak times, transforming the city into a living network of dynamic calculations.
As one moved away from the center of Avaris, the opulence of the monumental architecture gave way to a different but no less imposing urban landscape.
The largest area of ??Avaris, the residential area, stretched for miles, a vast patchwork of neighborhoods interconnected by well-planned avenues, elevated roads, and public transportation channels. The environment here was dynamic and functional, reflecting the diversity of the city in every detail.
The heart of this area was made up of densely populated neighborhoods, where medium-sized residential buildings mixed with small terraced houses and self-sufficient villages. The buildings were sturdy, made of durable materials that withstood the changes in climate and the passing of time.
Some streets were decorated with colorful murals painted by local artists, while community squares served as meeting points for residents.
Despite being a popular area, the infrastructure was efficient. Public transportation consisted of cable cars and trains on rails and dedicated lanes for automated vehicles and horse-drawn carriages, ensuring that even the most distant points were easily accessible.
The sidewalks were wide, designed for many pedestrians, and often shaded by large trees, providing a refuge from the heat on the hottest days. Small markets and fairs occupied strategic corners, offering everything from fresh produce to various goods and products.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
In the mornings, workers from different sectors filled the transport stations, while children in uniforms walked together to schools and learning centers.
The youngest studied in institutions spread throughout the district, which ranged from traditional schools to centers focused on practical training in specific skills, such as manufacturing, technology and martial arts.
During the day, the neighborhoods were active. Blacksmiths and carpenters worked tirelessly, tailors displayed their creations in makeshift storefronts, and mechanics offered repair services for vehicles and equipment.
The streets were always full of street vendors¡ªTieflings selling exotic fabrics, Tigrinus selling rare spices, Goblins trading in peculiar mechanical parts. Commerce pulsed like the lifeblood of the city, and the interactions between the different races formed a spectacle of diversity and negotiation.
At dusk, the region took on a new rhythm. Children played in parks and tree-lined squares, some enjoying climbing structures, others playing sports or fighting in makeshift martial arts arenas.
Young people sat on benches and steps to chat, swapping stories or listening to street musicians play lively melodies on flutes, violins, and tribal drums.
On the sports fields, groups practiced everything from soccer to hand-to-hand combat, varying between traditional techniques and hybrid styles developed by the city''s different species. Lupunus demonstrated their speed and agility in obstacle courses, while Oni and Orcs displayed brute strength in endurance exercises.
It was common to see Elves instructing students in the arts of precision and balance, while other races practiced alongside them, each drawing on the strengths of their bloodline.
Although the residential area was dense, it was not monotonous. Each neighborhood had its own identity, reflecting the predominant culture of its inhabitants.
Some blocks were composed of single-story houses with large courtyards and communal gardens, where Lepunus and Elves cultivated herbs and vegetables for local consumption.
Other areas were dominated by vertical housing complexes, well-planned buildings where life was shared in large communal spaces.
There were also light industrial zones, where artisans and engineers produced equipment, weapons, and magical artifacts.
Some streets specialized in the trade of technology, while others were devoted to second-hand markets, where anything could be found at a negotiable price.
There were workshops specializing in the improvement of weapons and armor on the outskirts, especially frequented by warriors and hunters.
On the outskirts of the residential area, the first factories and shipyards began to appear, connecting this region to the city''s industrial sector.
Large warehouses and distribution centers ensured a continuous supply of markets, while underground docks and freight canals facilitated the transport of goods without interfering with the daily lives of the residents.
Academies for aspiring fighters, from beginners to combat experts, could be seen along the main avenues.
These academies were open to all races, with instructors of different origins sharing their techniques with anyone willing to learn.
The contrast between the cultures was evident: while traditional martial arts schools emphasized discipline and technique, improvised arenas allowed for exhibition combats where savage and brutal styles were tested without restraint.
What caught Edgar''s attention most, however, was the richness of the races and cultures present in the district. The neighborhood did not belong to a single people, but to all. Tieflings with bright eyes and exotic skin tones walked side by side with Vulpinus with flashy fur and sharp fangs.
Lepunus moved nimbly along the sidewalks, avoiding Goblins who were negotiating their latest inventions. Catnus with feline tails watched the action lazily, while Orcs, Onis, and Lupunus competed in displays of strength in the public arenas.
There was no apparent pattern or hierarchy¡ªeach group coexisted, maintaining their traditions but also absorbing new customs of the city. To Edgar, this district was a pure reflection of the essence of Avaris: a place where individuals of all backgrounds found a space to grow and prosper.
It was a chaotic environment, but full of life. A place where simplicity and complexity intertwined in a rhythm of their own, making this immense residential area the true beating heart of the city.
As the carriage passed by a high school, Edgar noticed a large grassy field surrounded by a thin net that allowed everyone to see what was going on there. The space seemed to serve as an outdoor training arena, and luckily for him, he was able to observe what was happening.
In the center of the field, a large group of girls were lined up, moving in perfect synchrony. Each of them rigidly followed the movements of the instructor in front, a woman of imposing appearance.
She was an Oni, with blue-gray skin, well-defined muscles, and horns curved back. Her dark hair was tied in a tight bun, and tribal markings ran down her arms, giving her an even more severe air.
The instructor moved with absolute precision, her blows cutting through the air with strength and discipline. Her students imitated her with visible effort, sweating under the intensity of the training. Her every command was short and direct, her powerful voice carrying authority, without the need for threats or aggression. Her presence alone was enough to command respect.
Edgar leaned forward slightly, watching with genuine interest. He could not resist his curiosity and asked:
¡°What are they doing?¡±
Chapter 44 - Talent
¡°Training, of course.¡± Abigail replied, with a smile that disguised a slight hurt, her sarcastic tone trying to hide the frustration of having been fooled by Edgar¡¯s trickery.
¡°I know that.¡± Edgar retorted, smiling cunningly. ¡°But I want to know what kind of training this is.¡±
Without warning, he used his fingers to send a small portion of aura to one of Abigail¡¯s sensitive spots. The aura once again bypassed her defense and spread gently, like an unexpected and warm touch, causing a shiver similar to that of a sudden hug.
The heat of the aura enveloped her for a moment, causing her to flinch slightly, as if she had been touched by something invisible and comforting, but at the same time, surprising.
Abigail was paralyzed for an instant, the strange sensation running through her skin, her heart beating faster because of the sudden proximity of the aura. She tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn''t hide the slight shiver that ran down her spine.
"You seem really good at using Voracious Mode, don''t you? How about we test it out more when we get back, Brat?" Abigail said, staring at Edgar with an angry frown, trying to hide the discomfort and the shivers that still ran down her skin. There was a slight hint of discomfort in her tone, but she tried her best to keep her seriousness.
Edgar, in turn, stared back at her with an expression of someone who knew exactly what he had caused, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. He was enjoying the situation, like a child who teased an adult in a cunning way, without the slightest fear of the consequences.
His gaze was full of mockery, as if he was enjoying the tension in the air, and his mocking attitude made Abigail feel even more uncomfortable. He knew she wanted to hide her reaction, and that was exactly what made her more vulnerable.
She kept her gaze fixed on Edgar, but her chest tightened with growing frustration. She could feel Edgar''s aura pulsing in the air, as if the provocation would never cease.
Inessa, watching the exchange of intense glances, sighed with a slight disdain. She already knew the dynamic between the two very well and was not willing to let it go on. She then intervened calmly, her voice soft but firm. "They are training their concentration while learning to manifest aura," she said, diverting Edgar''s attention, trying to bring his focus back to the training.
"But aren''t they a little old for that?" Edgar asked, with a tone of genuine curiosity and a touch of strangeness, as if something didn''t fit in the scene before him. His gaze scanned the grassy field, where the girls were focused on their exercises.
¡°¡¡± Aglaya didn¡¯t react immediately, but her gaze shifted to Edgar, her face impassive.
¡°Heh¡¡± Hendrina, on the other hand, gave a bitter smile, her shoulders slumping slightly. She wasn¡¯t sad, but Edgar¡¯s words had struck her unexpectedly, awakening a sense of humiliation in her.
¡°As I said, nothing in this world is simple.¡± Abigail said with a sarcastic smile, her eyes shining with an almost cruel interest. She sat back in her seat, looking pleased, as if the opportunity to teach Edgar a lesson in humility was a dish she couldn¡¯t wait to savor. ¡°You see.¡±
With a slight, almost playful smile, Abigail made a movement of her fingers, and her aura materialized into snowflakes, which danced gently in the air, forming a small globe above her hand.
The flakes began to cluster together in a single point, quickly transforming into a snowball that grew to the size of a fist. Then she squeezed the ball, compressing it until it turned into a solid, cold, shiny piece of ice. With a simple flick of her wrist, the ice melted almost instantly, the water condensing into a shiny bubble.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
The bubble began to bubble gently, as if it were boiling, and soon turned into a cloud of vapor, which spread into the air with a snap of her fingers, disappearing in a sigh.
¡°Most people are not as lucky as you, born without talents or ideal living conditions. 99% of people need years of effort and dedication to do something like this,¡± Abigail said in a measured tone, but her gaze carried a subtle challenge, as if the simple act was proof of her superiority.
"Humph. A Dragon Lady talking about privilege. The height of hypocrisy.¡± Edgar replied, with a disdainful smile, completely indifferent to what he had just witnessed. Despite knowing the hardship involved, his posture suggested that it did not impress him in the least.
Abigail gritted her teeth, a flash of anger flashing through her eyes. ¡°Why, you¡!¡± She almost lunged at him, her hand raised, ready to grab Edgar¡¯s neck, but caught herself at the last second. Her expression hardened, and with a glare, she turned to Aglaya and Hendrina. ¡°Show him, girls,¡± she ordered, her voice now cold and authoritative.
The two began to manipulate their auras, trying to replicate Abigail¡¯s feat. However, it took them almost five times longer to complete the entire cycle. The difference in execution was clear, and it did not go unnoticed by Edgar.
¡°You see, Young Lord, Aglaya and Hendrina, as well as the other girls in Nenvia, are the cream of the crop of talent on the entire planet Ruach,¡± Abigail said, her tone now more serious, but still laced with sharp provocation. ¡°They are the 1% within that 1% of the world, and yet, they have difficulty manifesting aura and manipulating it as they wish. Imagine what ordinary girls with no talent, no support, and no resources face whenever they are undergoing training like this¡¡±
She paused, letting the words hang in the air, a mischievous smile forming at the corners of her mouth. Her intention was clear: she wanted Edgar to see the size of the disparity between those who were blessed with Aura and those who did not have that kind of privilege.
¡°Dear Abigail, being so stressed is not good for you,¡± Edgar said, his voice soft but full of teasing. He leaned slightly to the side, his shoulders almost touching hers as his eyes fixed on her, a smile at the corners of his mouth revealing his pleasure at the situation.
With deliberate calm, he reached out his hand and, in an unexpected gesture, slid it to Abigail¡¯s face, caressing her skin with his fingertips. His fingers glided over her skin, with the lightness of someone who knew exactly what they were doing, creating a feeling of closeness that made Abigail feel disconcerted, despite her attempt to maintain her composure.
Edgar''s gesture was almost like an affectionate touch, but there was a clear provocation in his attitude. His hand, now resting lightly on Abigail''s shoulder, conveyed a sense of subtle dominance, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.
She tried to stay focused, but his proximity and delicate touch were unsettling her. Abigail looked away for a moment, trying to compose herself as she felt the pressure of his touch, even though it was a simple gesture.
"Anyway, dear Abigail," Edgar continued, his voice now filled with slight provocation, "my question is why teenagers are practicing this. Isn''t the perfect age to practice it in late childhood?"
Abigail felt an urge to retaliate, but his hand still rested on her shoulder, his fingers so close to the back of her neck that she could feel the heat of them on her skin. It was a touch that seemed casual, but charged with provocation and dominance.
¡°Humph, you¡¯re too bold, brat. Careful¡¡± She finally reacted, taking his hand firmly and pulling it away from her shoulder.
¡°I think it¡¯s perfect¡¡± he murmured, intertwining his fingers with hers just as she tried to let go. The gesture was quick, almost natural, but impossible to ignore.
Abigail pursed her lips, feeling the heat rise in her face. She looked away, this time toward the grassy field where the rows of girls were training. ¡°Tsk,¡± she grumbled, but made no effort to let go of his hand.
Abigail began speaking in a neutral, professional voice, trying not to show the emotions that boiled beneath her calm surface. ¡°The best age to start training is really at 12. It¡¯s common knowledge,¡± she said, her words coming out with a soft but firm cadence.
She avoided looking directly at Edgar, keeping her gaze fixed on a distant point, as if she were concentrating solely on the explanation. But Edgar didn¡¯t let that happen, tightening their clasped hands, and silently teasing Abigail at every turn.
She avoided looking directly at him, keeping her gaze fixed on a distant point, as if she were concentrating solely on the explanation. She continued, her words measured and precise:
¡°Some races may start earlier or later, but most go through puberty at this age. However, by law, in Bordium, it is forbidden to encourage and promote the manifestation of aura in girls under the age of 17.¡±
Chapter 45 - Effort
Edgar frowned, his eyes narrowing as he processed Abigail''s words. There was a spark of genuine curiosity in his expression, mixed with a touch of skepticism. "Why?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of interest and doubt. "Isn''t this detrimental to their development?"
"No and yes," she replied, her voice soft but filled with an authority that brooked no question. "It''s more complicated than it seems."
Abigail stood firm, her eyes fixed on the landscape that passed by the carriage window, trying to avoid Edgar''s gaze. However, she was still holding his hand, and she didn''t seem to want to change that.
Then, with a simple movement, she looked away from the window and back at Aglaya, who was sitting on the bench opposite, her hands resting in her lap and her expression attentive.
Abigail inclined her head slightly, as if she were delegating the explanation with a discreet gesture. ¡°Do you want to answer that, Aglaya?¡±
Aglaya raised her eyebrows, surprised by the sudden task, but she didn¡¯t hesitate. ¡°Of course, Lady Abigail,¡± she replied, her voice calm and confident, ready to take on the role she had been assigned.
¡°Manifesting aura is not necessary to improve aura control, but it is essential for combat,¡± Aglaya began, gesturing slightly to emphasize her points. ¡°If the focus is solely on combat, yes, one should train in manifestation as early as possible. However, this can cause serious deficiencies in one¡¯s ability to control and tune one¡¯s aura.¡±
She paused briefly, assessing how well Edgar was following, before continuing. ¡°Tuning one¡¯s aura is essential for all women. Doing so allows the aura within them to belong to themselves, unaffected by outside influences. Imagine taking a glass of ice water and throwing it into a pot of hot water. Tuning is what makes the temperatures equal, making the waters one.¡±
Edgar tilted his head, showing interest, but Aglaya was already moving on, her explanation flowing naturally. ¡°Controlling the aura, on the other hand, is what ensures that the circulation of the aura within the body is stable, strengthening both the body and the mind. To do this, it is essential to train the aura veins and understand how they interact with the circulating aura, whether internal or external.¡±
She paused again, as if choosing her words carefully. ¡°When the aura is not well tuned, it overloads the aura veins, which in turn compromises the woman¡¯s ability to control herself. Each woman has a limit of control that varies from person to person. When this limit is exceeded, the aura within the veins begins to rebel, causing damage to the body and, mainly, to the mind. This is what we call aura disorder.¡±
Aglaya raised a finger, as if she were listing the points. ¡°Women affected by an aura disorder can suffer from temporary insanity to brain death and permanent irrationality. Even in milder cases, the aura veins suffer aftereffects and do not fully recover.¡± She crossed her arms, taking on a more serious tone.
¡°In addition, there are countless reasons and phenomena that can trigger an aura disorder. From interference from Aura Zones, mental and physical exertion beyond the limit, mistakes when manifesting aura, careless manipulation of aura, aura waves from powerful Beasts, interference from poorly trained Socius, to poisoning by unprepared Socius. The factors are so numerous that it is easier to list the ways to avoid them.¡±
Aglaya held up a second finger, continuing with precision. ¡°One of them is to train the ability to control and attune the aura within the veins themselves. The other way is to train attunement with a Socius¡ªor rather, a Consors. Even without establishing a Link, the slightest exchange of aura between a woman and a man is enough to nearly triple the result of an attunement training.¡±
She paused briefly, as if allowing Edgar to absorb the information, before continuing. ¡°However, there is no equal ratio of men to women. And even among men, few can handle intensive training without establishing a Link. In contrast, girls tend, by instinct, to be much more adventurous and explore the uses of the aura. This often leads to aura disturbances, small and large, that can cause accidents¡ªoften fatal.¡±
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Aglaya crossed her arms again, finishing with a tone of finality. ¡°That is why, before they develop a good capacity for attunement and control, schools cannot promote the manifestation of aura by girls. On other continents, the rules are different, but the particularities of each region require different approaches to the same problem.¡±
¡°A great explanation, Aglaya¡ a bit long, but good,¡± Edgar praised with a gentle smile, his eyes softly focused on Aglaya, showing sincere appreciation for her explanation.
¡°I apologize, Young Lord, for not explaining it more simply and concisely,¡± Aglaya said, with a hint of embarrassment, her gaze falling slightly, as if she feared she had failed in some way.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, Aglaya,¡± Edgar replied, gently interrupting. He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm and reassuring. ¡°I understand everything, really. You can explain the other details to me later, take your time.¡± His tone was light and reassuring, and he smiled sincerely, conveying his gratitude without words.
¡°If you didn¡¯t run away from class like a burglar cat, you would already know these things on your own, Young Lord¡¡± Hendrina teased, with a mischievous smile, her golden eyes shining with mischief.
Sitting next to Aglaya, Hendrina had an imposing posture, almost touching the roof of the carriage, accentuated by her black horns that curved upwards and silver hair. A slight smile, full of complicity and challenge, formed on her lips, as if she knew exactly the effect she was causing.
Her tail, with sinuous and almost sensual movements, slid slowly to Edgar''s foot. The touch was carefree, but had an almost intimate quality - a caress disguised as teasing, which seemed to flow naturally, without haste.
Edgar, with his always affable smile, did not seem to mind the touch, but his gaze darkened slightly, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes as he answered calmly and without haste, his voice full of playful provocation: "I''m not old enough to be reading books for four or five hours straight."
Hendrina let out a soft, almost musical laugh, which spread throughout the room with a lightness that contrasted with Edgar''s confident tone. "I understand perfectly, Young Lord. Hehe."
She winked with a provocative look before continuing, her tail still caressing Edgar''s foot with a precision that seemed intentional: "But wouldn''t spending the whole day training your pets be just as much work?"
Edgar raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, but without losing his composure. "That''s not a fair comparison, but it''s also not relevant..." He responded with impeccable evasion, as always, skillfully dodging her provocation.
"I hope training with us is just as good, Young Lord," Hendrina continued, her voice now softly challenging, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. ¡°Aglaya and the others would be hurt if they knew you were doing this out of obligation¡¡±
She leaned back a little more, her posture relaxed but her mind sharp, as if she were awaiting Edgar¡¯s answer with a patience that only she had.
¡°Heh, I wonder the same thing,¡± Edgar replied, his voice equally relaxed but with a hint of subtle challenge. ¡°Do you feel comfortable training with me? I would be hurt if I knew you weren¡¯t comfortable¡¡±
Hendrina, after a brief pause, didn¡¯t respond with words. She understood the implicit answer in her question, and instead, a genuine and softer smile formed on her lips. Her tail, now more delicate, gently wrapped around Edgar¡¯s leg, with a more intense affection, as if the gesture was a silent response to the tension between them.
Silence once again dominated the carriage, broken only by the soft sound of the wheels echoing on the paved streets of Bordium. They advanced at a steady speed, passing through the residential area that was still alive with activity.
The streets were bustling with activity, with people moving about hurriedly, each one immersed in their routine. Some stopped at the gyms that were open to view, others browsed the stalls and wares of the crowded markets, and a good number headed to the bars and restaurants that lined the sidewalks.
Small bars and restaurants spread tempting aromas of freshly prepared dishes and drinks that mingled in the air, inviting everyone to stop and enjoy. Workshops sprang up along the route, with large doors open to the streets.
Inside, workers and artisans were immersed in their craft, masterfully shaping metals, wood and fabrics. The sound of hammers beating and saws cutting material mixed with the melody of the constantly moving city.
The carriage moved effortlessly, gliding smoothly over the pavement, as if it were part of the environment itself. As they approached the fortified entrance, the hustle and bustle of the city around them seemed to gradually slow down.
The simple buildings suddenly ceased, giving way to a large security wall that separated an important area of ??Avaris from the others. The border between the layers of society was literally in the form of a wall.
Chapter 46 – Noble Area
The wall loomed large, a fortress of metal, stone, and crystals, with protective spells pulsing along its surface.
Lines of aura fluttered like ethereal currents, forming a protective field visible to anyone who understood magic. This barrier was not just a physical structure¡ªit was an impenetrable shield that separated the inner realm from the outside world.
The sentries atop the wall wore impeccable tactical gear: fitted, long-sleeved jackets and flexible pants, both made of a fabric reinforced with metal fibers for impact and cut resistance.
The jackets had hidden magnetic closures, strategic pockets, and a high collar for added protection, while the pants had reinforced knees and adjustable belts for storing equipment without compromising mobility.
On their feet, black leather boots with non-slip soles and metal toecaps provided stability and protection. Semi-rigid gloves enhanced weapon handling, and some wore enchanted visors that projected information and enhanced night vision.
Elves, Oni, Goblins, Vulpinus, Tigrinus, and countless other races were present, forming a diverse but uniformly disciplined group. Rigid postures and watchful eyes betrayed years of relentless training.
Their weapons varied according to their specialty: short swords forged from enchanted alloys, double daggers strapped to their thighs, longbows with special arrows, and short spears magnetically attached to their backs.
Each warrior seemed a perfect extension of her equipment, prepared for any threat.
Below, in the main guardhouse, another team of guards monitored the arrival of the carriage. As the vehicle approached, one of the officers raised a gloved hand, signaling for them to stop before the entrance.
His uniform was similar to that of the sentries at the top of the wall, but with gold-embroidered insignia on the shoulders, indicating a higher rank.
¡°Identification, please.¡± His voice was firm, but professional. His sharp gaze swept the carriage, analyzing every detail without taking his attention away from the coachman for a moment, as he waited for the answer.
¡°Here, I am a licensed coachman from the city hall.¡± The coachman replied, handing over a thin, black crystal plaque. At first glance, the plaque seemed blank, without any visible information.
The guard took the crystal deftly and infused a bit of her own aura into it. Immediately, the surface glowed and a series of information was revealed, detailing the coachman¡¯s identity and permissions.
¡°All right...¡± She handed the crystal back, but maintained her alert posture. ¡°Please wait a moment and, for everyone¡¯s safety, avoid sudden and unnecessary movements.¡±
After returning the document, the guard walked to the carriage door, stopping at a safe distance.
¡°Excuse me. Good afternoon... Identification, please.¡± The sentry maintained impeccable posture, stopping at a precise distance from the carriage¡ªclose enough to observe clearly, but without invading the space in a way that could appear threatening. His eyes assessed every detail with calculated precision, without haste, without hesitation.
Without patience for the procedure, Inessa did not even look up, just sighed, showing a clear disinterest in anything that required more time than necessary.
¡°Hendrina, can you take care of this?¡± Inessa murmured, her voice thick with boredom.
For her, leaving the house was already a nuisance, and formalities like this only made it more exhausting. Abigail shared the same silent disgust, impassive in the face of the approach.
¡°Leave it to me, Lady Inessa.¡± Hendrina answered without hesitation, straightening her posture as she discreetly collected her tail, which until then had been wrapped around Edgar''s foot.
Upon hearing the answer, Inessa took a red insignia from her pants pocket, a medallion carved from a deep crimson jewel. The gold and silver filigrees formed a refined coat of arms, almost hypnotic in its complexity.
The artifact seemed to vibrate slightly in her palm, as if it carried a presence of its own. And the same could be said of Abigail''s insignia¡ªa similar jewel, but white as polished ivory, with carvings that caught the light in an almost ethereal way.
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Hendrina took the two insignias in her hands with delicacy and care, but in addition to them, she also gathered up the crystal plates of Edgar, Aglaya, and her own, stacking them carefully. When the sentry extended his hand to receive them, his gaze became more attentive, analyzing the insignia with the seriousness that protocol demanded.
As soon as his fingers touched the medallions, he adjusted his posture, maintaining the firmness of someone who had already dealt with this type of identification, but still recognizing its importance.
Her gaze swept over the jewels for a brief moment, taking in every detail before nodding slightly. With one efficient movement, she turned on her heel and carried the insignia to the verification device inside the guardhouse, her steps marked by discipline and precision.
The device, a piece of advanced arcane technology, emitted a soft glow as the runes surrounding the jewels began to light up. The activated spell analyzed the aura imbued in the artifacts, tracking their authenticity and checking for any trace of outside interference.
The process took only a few seconds. With a discreet beep, the system confirmed the legitimacy of the insignia and transmitted a signal directly to the Avaris monitoring center. The information was clear: Inessa Crimmont and Abigail Lumivelo were there.
Once the device completed the verification, the sentry carefully removed the insignia. Before returning them, she took a thin cloth and carefully cleaned them, polishing the surface to remove any traces of dust or contact with the equipment. The gesture was automatic, almost ritualistic, reflecting the importance that those artifacts carried.
Taking a deep breath, she returned with firm steps, her posture even more formal. With a precise gesture, she extended the insignia back, keeping her gaze sharp and her voice polite.
¡°I apologize for the delay. Welcome to Avaris. We are available to assist you at any time, so please do not hesitate to call us if you need anything, whatever it may be.¡± Her voice was polite, accompanied by a slight bow.
¡°Thank you.¡± Hendrina took the insignia carefully, ensuring that they were in perfect condition before putting them away.
Her gesture was meticulous, demonstrating not only respect, but also a subtle sense of ownership over the artifacts. The sentry relaxed slightly after the return, allowing himself a moment of naturalness before straightening his posture again. Then he raised his voice to be heard inside the carriage.
¡°As a matter of security protocol, we will be escorting you to your destination, ensuring that you arrive quickly and without incident. We apologize for the inconvenience.¡±
¡°No problem.¡± Hendrina responded promptly, climbing back into the carriage without wasting any time.
Meanwhile, the sentry exchanged a few words with the coachman, ensuring that he was aware of the procedure before moving away to the guardhouse. There, he activated an arcane communicator, transmitting the order to the unit on the other side of the gate.
A few moments later, the enormous doors began to open. The metallic sound reverberated through the surrounding structures, a deep, heavy noise that echoed through the passage.
On the other side of the gate, three sentries mounted on Iron Horses were already waiting in position, motionless as statues. They remained like this until the carriage had completely crossed the pass.
Leading the carriage, one of the sentries advanced with calculated precision, taking the lead of the group. His posture was impeccable, demonstrating total control over the robust creature beneath his saddle.
Shortly after, the other two sentries began to follow the carriage a few meters behind, following the vehicle at a strategic distance. They were mounted on identical beasts and moved in unison, adjusting themselves to the formation with exemplary discipline.
The Iron Horse is a Level 2 Aura Beast, an exquisite fusion of strength and speed. Its muscular body is covered in thick, semi-metallic hide, reflecting a subtle sheen in the sunlight. Despite its colossal size, the creature moves fluidly, its hooves resounding like hammers against the ground with each firm step.
Its metallic mane, shiny like polished steel, gleamed as it moved, creating a mesmerizing visual effect. But more impressive than their appearance was their precision¡ªthe Iron Horses were so well trained that they needed no verbal commands to understand their role.
They were living extensions of their riders¡¯ will, so masterfully trained that they responded to subtle movements as if they were one with their riders. Now that the escort was in place, the carriage moved forward, leaving the fortified gate behind.
The road ahead became more secluded, quieter. The hubbub of the city faded, replaced only by the rhythmic clatter of metal hooves and the occasional creak of wheels. As the carriage moved forward, the surrounding landscape underwent a marked transition.
The more compact and practical urban setting was left behind, giving way to a district of grand architecture. The streets became quieter and emptier, with a few people strolling through the splendid gardens, where the very air seemed to carry a weight of exclusivity.
Edgar looked around with renewed attention. The buildings around him were stately mansions, built with a peculiar balance of tradition and innovation. Though they shared similar proportions, each had its own identity¡ªsome boasted classical columns and pitched roofs, while others displayed modern features and exotic details.
Balconies jutted out like suspended terraces, adorned by lush gardens whose vines cascaded down in fragrant cascades. Ornate fountains gushed crystal-clear water, reflecting the golden glow of the afternoon sun, and the doors of the residences were works of art in their own right¡ªtall, carved from metal and adorned with intricate patterns, like mystical portals that led to other worlds.
The change was evident. Where once they had been in the midst of a functional city, they now entered a land shaped by luxury and influence, where every detail bore the signature of generations who had built this district with purpose and power.
Chapter 47 - Arrival
As the carriage moved along the path lined with tall trees and dense vegetation, the escort maintained its formation with impeccable precision. The guards mounted on Iron Horses guided the vehicle at a steady pace, following protocol without haste or hesitation.
There was no tension or restlessness in their movements¡ªonly discipline and professionalism. Their gazes scanned the surroundings methodically, alert to any eventuality, but without showing concern.
The group continued their journey in silence, immersed in naturalness and comfort. Abigail and Inessa maintained calm and disinterested expressions, as if the landscape around them had no relevance to them.
Aglaya and Hendrina, on the other hand, hid their curiosity well; their gazes lingered for moments on the details of the environment, although they did not seem impressed enough to comment.
As the carriage continued at a controlled pace, Edgar was the only one truly attentive to the scenery around them. His eyes scanned every mansion, every detail of the buildings, trying to comprehend the nuances of this noble area. But as grand as the residences in the district were, it was what rose beyond them that truly captured his attention.
¡°Truly worthy of a Great Lady¡ I think.¡± Edgar murmured, awed and respectful, but with a hint of uncertainty. He had no basis for comparison other than the Crimmont Palace, which, though imposing, seemed merely a quarter of the size of the colossal Drakhan Palace.
At the northern edge of the city, the Drakhan Palace rose above the plateau like a natural fortress. Its vaulted domes reflected the sun like polished metal, standing out against the landscape. Unlike the noble residential area, it was not protected by walls¡ªit did not need them. The plateau itself was its defense, a secluded territory with controlled access.
The only road leading to it wound its way up the hillside, following a winding path until it reached the monumental entrance. The colossal, ornately decorated gate was guarded by relentless sentries, whose presence alone was enough to discourage any intruder.
Even from the outside, one could glimpse the exuberance of the inner domain. Garden terraces spread across the grounds, where artificial waterfalls cascaded down in steps, adorned with exotic and vibrant flora.
Extensive gardens surrounded the main structure, filled with crystal-clear fountains and meticulously sculpted statues. Densely canopied trees created an almost ethereal scene, their leaves dancing in the rhythm of the wind.
The palace was not just a residence¡ªit was a self-sufficient complex. Structures dedicated to leisure, work, sport, and rest were scattered throughout the vast territory, connected by labyrinthine paths of carefully shaped vegetation.
But what held their attention most was the maze at the back of the palace¡ªtall walls of dense foliage, so dense and vibrant that they seemed enchanted, stretching across a colossal area, mesmerizing anyone who dared to gaze at them for too long. The true scope of the palace¡¯s territory was a mystery.
The entire plateau belonged to its jurisdiction, its boundaries dissolving into gardens, artificial forests, and hidden pathways. A presence that dominated the city below, not only in size but in significance.
The carriage moved through the streets of the highest part of Avaris¡¯ noble district, an area meticulously planned to house the mansions reserved only for Dragon Ladies and Great Ladies. Unlike the natural hills that provided panoramic views of the city, this land had been artificially leveled, creating an exclusive landscape isolated from the rest of Avaris.
However, their route took them to a more secluded block, where empty lots seemed to be reserved for future residences. There was an air of newness there, as if that part of the city was still slowly taking shape, waiting for new acquisitions.
It was then that the carriage slowed down and stopped in front of an imposing red mansion, its fa?ade marked by bold and defiant lines, as if its very architecture were a declaration of strength and ambition.
¡°Are we here?¡± Edgar broke the silence, his curiosity evident in the attentive gaze that roamed the residence.
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¡°Yes.¡± Inessa replied, her tone firm but not ostentatious. ¡°This is the Crimmont Mansion in Avaris. Nothing compared to the Palace in Nenvia, but it meets the basic needs.¡±
The Crimmont Mansion stands out for its strong and bold presence. Its fa?ade was dominated by an intense red tone, with darkened metallic details that made it shine with imposingness.
The main entrance was located under a large architectural cantilever, a 4-meter-high slab that projected almost five meters, supported only by invisible supports, creating a sense of boldness and stability.
The design was simple yet imposing, with straight lines and narrow windows that rose to the top of the structure on the second floor, allowing light to enter the mansion''s balconies without compromising privacy. The sturdy front door was made of dark wood with metallic details, and the Crimmont family crest discreetly marked the entrance.
Around it, the grounds were planned in a practical manner, with straight walkways, small gardens, and a path of bioluminescent stones that led from the entrance to the grounds to the front of the house. In the back, a small court could be used for training and recreation, reinforcing the functional and strategic purpose of the mansion.
"It''s almost 5:30, Inessa." Abigail checked her watch, quickly calculating the remaining time. "We''d better get ready. We still have a few points to settle before the first meeting."
With those words, she stood and exited the carriage, her posture firm and resolute. The others followed her in a movement one at a time. First Inessa, then Edgar, followed by Aglaya and Hendrina.
"Did you change the color of your residence, Abigail?" Inessa asked, her eyes scanning the subtlety of the changes.
Outside the carriage and observing the landscape, something caught Inessa''s attention. Her gaze shifted to the neighboring mansion, a building that contrasted sharply with the Crimmont Mansion.
The Lumivelo Mansion exuded lightness and serenity. Its fa?ade, in soft tones of beige and white, was adorned with carved wood details, which gave a touch of rustic sophistication.
The main entrance was marked by a dark wooden portal with delicate arabesques, and above, a balcony with carved balusters stretched out, softening the imposing architecture.
Hanging gardens adorned the mansion, with ceramic pots full of flowers and small trees that broke the rigidity of the columns and gave an air of freshness to the environment. Stone paths led to delicate fountains, whose crystal-clear waters reflected the soft light, completing the atmosphere of peace and nobility.
Abigail smiled, a pleased gleam crossing her eyes. "Actually, I had the colors of yours retouched and mine changed a bit... They were a bit worn when I came by last month." Inessa blinked in surprise.
"I see. I appreciate that..." She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone carrying a hint of concern. "But I hope you''re not overextending yourself, Abigail. You don''t need to take on so many responsibilities when you can count on me to help."
Abigail sighed, but her smile remained. "We''ve talked about this, Inessa." Her tone was patient but firm. "You take care of the research and development and technological advancements of the Farms and Greenhouses. I''ll take care of the paperwork and other ''minor matters.''"
The way she said it made it clear that she would not take any argument. And before Inessa could insist, Abigail turned to Aglaya and Hendrina, cutting off any further arguments.
"Aglaya, Hendrina, take the luggage inside. Mine too, since it would be inconvenient to separate our things between the two mansions." Her order was direct, with no room for hesitation.
"Yes, Lady." The two responded in unison, with straight postures and evident discipline, but they remained there for a moment, without acting immediately.
Abigail was already turning around and starting to manipulate aura in her hands when she stopped abruptly, as if something had occurred to her at the last minute.
"Oh, I almost forgot." She looked over her shoulder, her tone now carrying a slightly provocative tone. "Take care of the brat and prepare him for a gala ceremony. Inessa and I have matters to discuss with an important Neighbor and we will return around 8:00 p.m. to pick him up. Understood?"
"Yes, Lady."
The silence was broken by an indignant voice.
"And I have no say here?!" Edgar protested, frowning as he realized he was being deliberately ignored and left behind, even though he had been right next to them the whole time.
Abigail stopped, slowly turned to him, and smiled¡ªa smile that was anything but innocent.
"No." Her answer was short, direct, and unquestionable.
Before Edgar could respond, Abigail had already turned around and, together with Inessa, were walking down the sidewalk, while an aura barrier subtly rose around them, hiding the conversation that followed.
With only Edgar, Aglaya, and Hendrina left, the task of organizing the luggage at Inessa''s residence fell to them. The coachman was paid and escorted back by the sentries, disappearing as night began to fall over Avaris.
With everything organized, Aglaya and Hendrina then busied themselves preparing Edgar for the events of that night.
Bathing was the first step. They helped him bathe, having practiced hundreds of times, using soap and special, luxurious products. The water warmed his skin as they cleaned every corner of his small body with care, exchanging glances and discreet laughter.
Neither of them made any bold moves while he looked so vulnerable, but Hendrina didn''t hold back her words to tease Edgar in the middle of the bath. To which he responded with the naturalness that was achieved by going through the same situation every day.
Chapter 48 – Party Room
After the bath that lasted almost half an hour, it was time for the attire. Aglaya picked up a tuxedo tailored for Edgar, with impeccable details.
The black jacket shone slightly under the soft light of the room. Hendrina adjusted the white shirt, impeccably starched, with a perfectly aligned collar. The vest, in a dark gray tone, contrasted subtly with the black of the suit, while the bow tie, a small elegant touch, completed the ensemble.
Hendrina helped put on the black shoes, and Aglaya gently adjusted Edgar''s shoulders, making sure everything was perfect.
With Edgar''s long hair, Aglaya combed all of it back, but did not alter the clear naturalness and softness of the locks that were part of Edgar''s style. The red locks stood out randomly throughout his hair.
By the time they were done, Edgar looked like a mini-gentleman, his suit tailored so that his posture still had a touch of childish sweetness, but the elegance of a true host.
¡°How do I look?¡± Edgar spun on his heel, showing off his attire with a touch of youthful vanity.
¡°Looking handsome as always, Young Lord¡¡± Aglaya commented with a fond smile, watching Edgar admire himself in the mirror, clearly pleased with the result.
¡°You should dress like this more often. It suits you perfectly, Young Lord.¡± Hendrina added, her voice carrying an evident sincerity as she analyzed his appearance.
Edgar chuckled softly and hummed mischievously, ¡°Mmm, mm, mm, thank you, girls. Every time you say that, you inflate my ego¡¡± But soon his face fell, his posture becoming more hesitant. ¡°Only for him to be trampled and torn to pieces every time Akachi enters the scene¡ And even worse today, at a ceremony packed with Dragon Lords.¡±
Dragons are beings blessed with Aura, and their Transfiguration magic allowed them to shape their appearance to reflect the essence of their souls. Their human forms were not just beautiful¡ªthey were the embodiment of perfection, the height of aesthetics and grandeur. Comparing oneself to them was a cruel game, and anyone who was not a Dragon was doomed to lose.
¡°Looks aren¡¯t everything¡¡± Hendrina said softly, approaching from behind and adjusting Edgar¡¯s attire with delicate hands. Her gaze met his through the reflection in the mirror, and her voice was filled with understanding. ¡°And if there is one absolute truth in this world, it is this: it is not healthy to compare oneself to Dragons. Beauty, power, intelligence, patience, wit¡ whatever it is, they are beyond.¡±
Edgar let out a short, humorless laugh. ¡°Sad reality, I guess¡¡± He murmured, his reflection returning a self-deprecating smile.
¡°Be that as it may, you must not feel inferior to any of them, Young Lord.¡± Hendrina stated firmly, adjusting his cuffs. ¡°You are the Nexus partner of Dragon Lady Inessa Crimmont and future Consors of Great Dragon Lady Nala Diguard.¡±
¡°Hendrina is right.¡± Aglaya joined them, her expression serious but encouraging. ¡°Many of those present today are merely consors and socius who, even after centuries of life, have barely managed to establish a Full Link with their partners. Meanwhile, you were born with the ability to form a perfect Nexus Link¡ªsomething that even Great Lord Akachi acknowledged with admiration.¡±
¡°Exactly. Furthermore, Lady Inessa chose to bring you to Avaris, Young Lord, as it is the perfect opportunity for you to be introduced to Dragon society. I believe that today you will be the center of attention, so hold your head high and do not lower it for anything.¡± Hendrina continued.
Edgar took a deep breath and clenched his fists, feeling determination ignite in his chest. ¡°Okay¡ that¡¯s it¡ Thank you, Hendrina, Aglaya.¡±
Without hesitation, he turned and wrapped them both in a tight hug, feeling the silent comfort that only their presence could offer. The trio remained chatting for a while longer, discussing the details of the ceremony and the etiquette that Edgar should follow.
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Hendrina and Aglaya gave valuable tips on behavior and avoiding faux pas in front of the draconic nobility, until they finally heard the sound of the door opening. Inessa and Abigail had returned and, without wasting time, they also began to get ready.
Inessa opted for a gala dress that balanced elegance and mobility. The deep black fabric hugged her silhouette in a sophisticated way, with a fluid cut that adjusted to the body without restricting her movements.
The sleeves were long and fitted, ending in delicate lace details that gave a refined touch to the design. The thigh-high side slit allowed her to move with ease, while a faint sheen shimmered under the light, giving her a majestic presence.
Abigail chose an equally stunning dress, but in a dark wine tone and sleeveless, which highlighted her firm and imposing posture. The neckline was modest, but her breasts seemed to refuse to be hidden, while the flowing skirt naturally adjusted to her walk.
The dress was neither heavy nor restrictive, allowing her to maintain her impeccable posture without compromising comfort. Gold details adorned the fabric, further enhancing her striking presence.
With everyone properly dressed, a carriage was called and, without further delay, Edgar, Inessa and Abigail set off for the ceremony.
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As one of the dependencies of the Darkhan Palace, the Ballroom is an imposing structure, designed to host gala events of the highest class. It was strategically located close to the entrance gate, allowing easy access.
The main road split into three directions just after the entrance¡ªone leading directly to the ballroom, another leading to the heart of the palace, and a third winding down to a majestic lake in the distance.
The ballroom¡¯s architecture blended opulence and modernity, with elegant lines and an immense structure capable of comfortably accommodating 300 guests. Its greatest distinguishing feature was the transparent ceiling, made of an exceptionally resistant material, allowing a clear view of the starry sky.
With a simple adjustment, this same ceiling could be completely darkened, adapting to the needs of the event¡ªwhether to create a more intimate atmosphere or enhance visual effects with sophisticated lighting.
In the main ballroom, the round tables were arranged with millimeter precision, ensuring not only aesthetic harmony but also efficient circulation of guests and service staff.
All were adorned with fine fabric tablecloths and discreet arrangements, while the ambient lighting projected a soft, enveloping glow.
In the center of the room, a giant table stood out, boasting an impressive tower of sparkling orange drinks, whose vibrant hue contrasted with the more sober decor of the venue.
In addition, a variety of appetizers¡ªfrom fine pastries to refined seafood selections¡ªwere impeccably arranged.
Just ahead of the social area, the main stage stood as the main attraction of the evening. It remained hidden by navy blue velvet curtains, saving the surprise of the event until the right moment.
Its structure was equipped with intricate lighting and sound effects equipment, allowing for quick changes in ambiance and lighting, as well as impeccable acoustics for speeches and presentations.
Above, surrounding the entire main room, a set of elevated boxes offered exclusivity to the most select guests. The boxes were independent rooms, designed to provide luxury and comfort.
Inside each room, there were comfortable velvet seats, small service tables and individual lighting and temperature control systems, allowing each group to personalize their environment as desired.
Each room had a privileged view, but the same transparent and resistant material as the ceiling was in their window, to guarantee absolute privacy, while allowing a wide view of the event.
Access to the boxes was via discreet side staircases that gave access to a corridor that connected the entrances. This ensured that the occupants could arrive without attracting attention, while maintaining exclusivity and security.
In addition to the architectural grandeur, the practicality of the room was carefully planned. Hidden corridors allowed the service team to circulate without interfering with the guests'' experience.
Mechanical and magical engineering also played a key role: dynamic lighting systems and advanced acoustic insulation guaranteed a perfect ambiance for every moment of the evening, from dinner to the high-profile auction that would take place later.
The room was full of life and brilliance, and soft string music filled the air, while laughter and conversation mingled with the sound of crystal glasses clinking, reverberating in an atmosphere of sophistication and celebration.
The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers and the faint hint of citrus essence and alcohol. People of various races were present, far outnumbering the Dragon Ladies present.
But all of them, regardless of size or race, were exquisitely dressed in dazzling attire that reflected their status and prestige. The women wore long, sparkling gowns, while the few men, impeccably dressed, exuded power and charm.
Each face seemed more interesting than the last, a sea of ??calculated expressions and measured smiles. In every corner of the room, groups formed, exchanging words softly, their gestures measured and subtle, but with a palpable tension, as if everyone there was more attentive to each other than to the event itself.
Chapter 49 - Igor Argen
Edgar, as he watched the scene, felt the weight of expectations hanging over him. He knew that this was the kind of event that would mark his formal entry into Draconic society, and he could not embarrass Inessa.
His eyes roamed the figures around him, absorbing the details of each person, trying to capture something beyond appearances. His senses were heightened, analyzing the forced smiles, the discreet conversations and the discreet glances that crossed each other.
He could sense that, even among the formal greetings, there was something more behind each interaction, a web of intentions and manipulations that only the most astute could navigate. He wondered, with a slight ironic smile, who there was genuine and who hid behind a mask of cordiality.
"Lady Crimmont... Lady Lumivelo... What a pleasure to see you again tonight..."
Upon entering the hall, the three were immediately approached by an imposing Caprinus, tall and strong, with goat''s horns and feet. His hair was black and long, and his formal attire, luxurious and detailed, reflected sophistication.
The man smiled confidently, his posture and gestures conveying the elegance of a true gentleman. He then approached, closing his eyes, and with a slight bow of his head, he joined his palms in front of his chest, in a calm and reverent gesture.
"Hello, Igor, it''s a pleasure to see you again." Abigail said, her expression serious, but her response full of cordiality. Inessa greeted him in the same way, also with a brief smile, but her curiosity soon arose.
"Igor, I thought you were in Bordium." She asked, her curious look reflecting a touch of surprise.
"And I really was, but a friend had an unforeseen event and gave up his spot for me. And, of course, I couldn''t miss the Torment Fairs for anything in Ruach. A golden opportunity for any merchant looking to expand their business." Igor replied, his muffled, innocent laugh, but with a touch of wit.
"With that speech, it seems like you''re insinuating yourself as a small businessman... I remember you having a fleet of five freighters the last time we spoke. Couldn''t all this be a strategy to increase your charisma and win favors?" Abigail asked, joking, with a mischievous smile.
"Hohoho, I may be a wolf, but I''m the weakest of the pack, Lady Lumivelo." Igor skillfully dodged the question, smiling in a relaxed manner. "But to be honest, business has been tough this year. Thanax is preparing for the stampedes... They say it will be the biggest in the last 20 years. Oh, times are dark..." He added, with exaggerated, almost theatrical concern.
"And every year they say that..." Inessa interrupted, skeptical and critical. "And in the end, it is always a baseless fuss."
"Prevention is better than cure, Lady Crimmont." Igor smiled, adjusting his posture. "Thanax survives and thrives precisely because it prepares for the worst. Even with the Empress in her advanced years, she never relaxes the reins when it comes to protecting the people..."
"It is truly admirable, I must admit." Abigail agreed, without losing her tone of appreciation, but with a watchful eye. "That moon elf truly deserves her position."
"Anyway, the young man next to Lady Crimmont must be fellow Nexus, Edgar Crimmont, isn''t it? A pleasure to finally see the face behind the name that''s been circulating around for the past five years..." Igor turned to Edgar, giving the same greeting, but with a smile that seemed to hide more curiosity than courtesy.
"And you are¡?" Edgar politely returned the greeting, his gaze curiously on the man in front of him.
"Igor Argen¡ One of your Lady''s business partners." He leaned slightly toward Edgar, now with a touch of intimacy in his voice. "I''ve heard a lot about you, Young Lord Crimmont. Is it true that you''re interested in Aura Beasts? I have access to very rare specimens, an exclusive source."
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"Really?" Edgar replied, his eyes instantly shining with interest. The man had touched a nerve at just the right moment, without hesitation.
"Of course! From Nivispectrus Tiger cubs to Dominus Eagle eggs... Do you know or have you heard of them?" Igor continued, his tone low and mysterious, as if he wanted to seduce Edgar even more with his words.
"Do you have any Umbra Acinonyx cubs?" Edgar asked, his interest evident, his merchant''s mind already beginning to formulate ideas.
"Ah, a difficult request... But I''m sure my source can provide it." Igor replied with a smile, with an expression of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. "Would you like one? As a gift for your debut in the Draconic society."
"Hmm... There''s no such thing as a free gift, Igor. I wonder what you expect in return for this gift... A business favor? A personal benefit? Or perhaps... borrowed influence?" Edgar, still intrigued, continued to observe the man closely. His distrust was palpable, but the interest was evident in his tone, which denoted a certain caution.
"Hahaha, where are my manners..." Igor laughed, pretending to apologize. "I was rude, Young Lord Crimmont. I apologize for my attitude."
"I didn''t take offense, Igor. Don''t worry." Edgar replied with a smile that didn''t hide the measure of reserve in his expression. "But, in fact, you managed to pique my interest. I will make sure to consider your offer, if you really have what you offer."
"Of course I will." Igor took out a small crystal plate, which looked like an identification card, but was thinner and more compact. "Here it is, my personal AIF. Contact me whenever you wish. Always available for important clients."
Edgar took the tablet with the aura already circulating in his hands, quickly absorbing the information, before putting it in his jacket pocket with a discreet gesture. "I will do so," he said, with a calculated smile.
"Good, I hope you have an excellent evening, Young Lord Crimmont. Lady Crimmont, Lady Lumivelo, I wish you enjoy the auction and have a fruitful meeting. I understand that some interesting items will be up for grabs today¡" Igor said, his expression now softer, although his eyes still carried a calculating glint. "I must take my leave now, the night is still young, and there are many people to greet." He gave a Kung Fu salute, Jin Li, with the elegance of a master, before walking away.
"Likewise, Igor. Enjoy the evening," Inessa replied, returning the salute.
"But be careful not to be deceived, Igor. I do not want to hear another sad story at our next business meeting." Abigail, with a slightly sarcastic smile, offered a sincere warning, but with a touch of amusement.
"Thank you for the advice, Lady Lumivelo." Igor smiled back, with a relaxed tone, before turning and heading to a table where three women of different races were seated, ready for the next part of the evening.
As soon as Igor left, Inessa and Abigail resumed their search, their attentive gazes sweeping the room in search of someone in particular. Along the way, they were frequently approached by guests who came to greet them, and, without wasting time, they returned the gestures politely and briefly.
But if there was one thing that was repeated in each of these interactions, it was the attention that fell on Edgar. Everyone who approached made a point of introducing themselves to him, offering him words of congratulations and luxurious gifts.
The admiration in the eyes of the guests was visible. Some studied him with interest, others with curiosity, but all acknowledged his presence in a meaningful way.
It was only after a final greeting that a firm and seductive feminine voice caught their attention.
"Abigail, Inessa, I''ve finally found you."
The woman approaching was an imposing sight. Tall, slender and full of three sizes, her luxurious dress seemed to have been made to exalt her curves.
Her long black hair framed a thin, bold face, and her eyes carried a shrewd and dominant expression. Every detail in her posture conveyed confidence, seduction and power.
For a brief moment, Edgar found himself unable to look away. The dress, deliberately revealing, barely contained the woman''s voluminous curves, and her magnetic presence made her difficult to ignore.
"Kassandra, finally," Inessa said, turning her body to face her. The relief on his face made it clear that he had been waiting for her.
Abigail, on the other hand, did not share the same tone. With a cynical look, she noticed the male figure behind Kassandra¡ªa young man with a soft and discreet appearance, keeping himself slightly hidden, but present enough to be noticed.
"I see you''re a little busy, Kassandra¡" she said, arching an eyebrow. Kassandra smirked, clearly amused by the comment.
"Ohh, no, no¡ On the contrary, this is my date for tonight, Helios." She extended her hand to the young man, pulling him forward slightly. "Hahaha, he''s a young Ursinus, intelligent and interesting, and a very talented Socius. I ended up meeting him at a pleasure house in Neulorian some time ago¡ After a few meetings he ended up winning my favor, and I decided to bring him today to bid on some auction item as a gift."
Abigail¡¯s eyes narrowed with a skeptical glint as she observed the boy.
¡°A talented Socius¡? In a pleasure house?¡±
Chapter 50 – Kassandra Torres
"Don''t you believe me, Abigail?" Kassandra feigned an offended expression, putting her hand to her chest as if she had been hurt.
"It depends... What do you classify as ''talented''?" Abigail replied with a deprecating smile, her eyes half-closed in suspicion as she looked at H¨¦lio.
H¨¦lio looked up for a moment before lowering his gaze again, as if he were measuring the situation. His silky red hair shone under the lights of the room, framing his small, rounded ears, discreet but unmistakable.
His face blended fine, masculine features, with expressive eyebrows and a slightly angular chin. Despite his slender build, his body carried the latent strength of an Ursinus, compact muscles and a naturally firm posture.
Her hands, elegant at first glance, hid sharp claws beneath her fingertips, and when her lips parted for a brief moment, slightly elongated canines could be seen. There was something calculated in her movements¡ªa mix of refinement, caution, and gentleness¡ªlike someone accustomed to moving among high society.
¡°Heh, I guess we¡¯re used to different standards of talent.¡± Kassandra chuckled softly, crossing her arms teasingly. ¡°But you should be more humble, Abigail. Our Young Lord Crimmont here is practically a miracle of Aura¡"
With an intimate, seductive smile. "Hello, Young Lord. I¡¯m Kassandra Torres¡± she turned to Edgar and reached out toward his face.
¡°Don¡¯t touch him. And don¡¯t refer to him as ¡®our.¡¯¡±
The movement was abrupt¡ªAbigail caught Kassandra¡¯s wrist before her hand could reach Edgar, her eyes flashing with warning. The touch wasn''t rough, but it was firm enough to make Kassandra take a step back.
Before the situation could escalate, Inessa rolled her eyes and erected a double barrier around them, isolating them visually and acoustically from the rest of the room.
"Aren''t you being overprotective, Abigail? If I didn''t know better, I''d say you''re the one who''s linked to him." Kassandra teased, her tone taking on a slight edge of acid.
"That''s none of your business. And besides, I know very well what your intention is in touching him¡" Abigail stood her ground, her expression hardening.
"Really? And what would that be?"
Kassandra took a step forward, using her height to assert herself. Her eyes locked with Abigail''s, her face inches from hers, provocation dripping from every detail of her posture.
"Have you no shame?" Abigail frowned, her voice low and full of reprimand.
"Abigail, let me handle this." Edgar intervened, gently tugging on Abigail''s hand and pulling her away from the front line. His expression was curious, slightly amused, as he turned his attention back to Kassandra.
"Oh? He''s already put a collar on you?" Kassandra laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And you still have the nerve to doubt my character, when you''re practically begging to form a Link with him¡ Who has no honor here?"
Abigail clenched her fists, the retort boiling in her throat, but before she could retort, Edgar cut her off.
"It seems like you two have known each other for quite some time." His tone was neutral, but there was a hidden interest in his words.
"Maybe¡" Kassandra shrugged. "I don''t usually count. But even so, she''s still as annoying as the day I met her. She''d rather fight and argue than bargain and make friends."
"I totally agree." Edgar smiled, relaxed.
Kassandra blinked, surprised. "Really? I thought you would defend your suitor."
Now, she was looking directly at him, his attention fully captured.
"I would, if she hadn''t caused a fuss over something so trivial. There''s no accounting for taste. If you liked him, it would be an offense to judge him."
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He glanced briefly at H¨¦lio, who remained motionless, calm and cold.
"I don''t like him. What I said was that he won my favor." Kassandra quickly corrected.
"And isn''t that the same thing?" Edgar tilted his head slightly, his expression innocent, almost cute.
"No, definitely not."
Kassandra smiled at the corner of her mouth, her tone becoming more intimate. She knelt down gently, leveling herself with Edgar''s eyes, and raised her hand to touch his face again.
Abigail reacted immediately, but Edgar raised his hand, stopping her before she could speak. His gaze showed confidence and genuine curiosity.
"You have courage... Do you really want to know what happens?"
Kassandra stopped her hand inches from Edgar''s cheek, her voice full of satisfied charm, almost as if she were grateful for the opportunity.
"Of course. I like new experiences."
His smile was light and amused, completely sure of himself.
Kassandra''s smile widened¡ªand then she touched him.
The next moment, they both closed their eyes and entered a deep trance.
As Kassandra¡¯s fingers touched Edgar¡¯s skin, a subtle aura began to gather in them. Her smile widened as she sent her aura into his body, beginning a probing with the dexterity of someone who had done this countless times before.
Her aura gently snaked its way through the sensitive points of Edgar¡¯s aura, flowing like a river exploring a new course. She guided her own essence with precision, mapping his innermost features, sensing the fluidity and density of his energy, the quality and efficiency of the core that pulsed at his center.
Her control was absolute¡ªeach strand of aura was manipulated to test its compatibility, its resistance, and its limits. However, as her analysis deepened, Kassandra noticed something strange.
Edgar¡¯s core wasn¡¯t just absorbing the aura she sent into his body; it was beginning to pull more and more aura from within the veins of her aura¡ªa force that shouldn¡¯t be there. Her previously controlled flow became unstable when she realized that her energy was being swallowed, sucked into that unknown core.
She tried to stop the process, to pull back her aura, but it was useless. Edgar''s core had already established control of this aura cycle and would not let her leave without his permission. Edgar''s core consumed her aura as if it were hungry, devouring it without ceremony, not allowing her to withdraw. Imprisoning her to Edgar''s whims like a snake coils around its prey.
And then, at the height of despair, when a significant amount of her aura had already been taken from her, she felt something different. Something unexpected. An aura returned to her. Not her own, but Edgar''s. It was like being touched by something divine.
The purity of that energy was absurd, immaculate, intense. The sensation hit her like a hot and overwhelming wave.
¡°Mmmnnnhgg¡±
A shiver ran down her spine, and before she could stop it, a scandalous moan escaped her lips. Her body trembled, her legs weakened, and without any resistance, she fell to the ground sitting down.
Her gaze remained blank, fixed on an undefined point, her mind completely taken over by the experience she had just lived. The heat of that aura still pulsed inside her, leaving her breathing ragged and her body too light to react.
Edgar tilted his head, observing her curiously, and then approached. Gently, his small hands touched Kassandra¡¯s face, turning it towards him.
¡°Hey¡ Are you okay?¡± His voice was soft, filled with genuine concern. ¡°I hope I wasn¡¯t too hard on you¡¡±
Kassandra¡¯s eyes were still unfocused, her expression lost between surprise and the residual sensation of that overwhelming aura. For the first time in a long time, she didn¡¯t know how to respond.
¡°I¡¡± She seemed lost, still sitting, her eyes glazed over as she tried to organize her scattered thoughts.
¡°You?¡± Edgar tilted his head slightly, his voice soft, almost provocative.
¡°I want more¡¡± The confusion gave way to a hungry glint in his gaze. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breath, and an involuntary smile formed on his lips, trembling with excitement. ¡°I need to feel this again.¡±
But before she could move to try to relive that feeling, Edgar gently moved away, leaving space for Abigail, who, firm and impassive, blocked any approach.
¡°Humph¡ Get up. And don¡¯t even think anything stupid, Edgar is not for you.¡± Abigail grabbed Kassandra¡¯s arm and pulled her back to reality with a cold look. ¡°That was just him taking pity on you. And making it clear what kind of Socius Inessa and I are used to.¡±
Kassandra hesitated, still stunned, before finally standing up. But her body was shaking¡ªnot from weakness, but from frustration. Her pride and composure seemed to hang by a thread.
¡°I¡¯ll pay.¡± She gasped, her hands clenching around her body, as if fighting the withdrawal of something addictive. ¡°Just once. I just need to feel this one more time¡ I¡¯ll pay whatever you want, please¡¡± Her voice was thick with desire, bordering on desperation.
Abigail¡¯s eyes narrowed, her expression dripping with judgment.
¡°Get a grip, Kassandra.¡± Her tone was sharp, authoritative. ¡°Do you realize how shameful you are being? You brought an Amasius to the Torment Fairs and didn¡¯t hesitate to offend Inessa¡¯s Nexus Mate? What kind of Dragon Lady acts like that?¡±
Kassandra bit her lip, still breathing heavily, as if the weight of Abigail¡¯s words were crushing her dignity.
Edgar, for his part, absentmindedly fixed his clothes and messy hair, completely indifferent to her emotional breakdown. Then, in a calm and casual tone, he announced:
¡°Tomorrow we¡¯re going to stroll around Avaris. I want to see the city and do some shopping.¡± He paused briefly, a slight smile on his face. ¡°If you want, you can come with us.¡±