The Harvester
Chapter 375: "...fantastic."
"Ah! There you are, boy!" Gaelius greeted as Rakna made his way further inside the hall. At his call, the therian turned toward him, approaching while his companions interacted with the people that had welcomed them.
Vera, Karin, Merlina, and even Kryas seemed to share a common curiosity for Ceresta. The crowd around her only seemed to be growing too. '...well, she's already more popular than me,' Rakna said in his mind.
He might as well let her get the attention. It would be a social experience for her. He did feel a bit guilty leaving her to the wolves, but he supposed Kaelith would shield her from anyone too pushy or threatening. Based on the glare she was giving any noble that dared to get in sight range of her, she would do a good job.
"Good morning, Gaelius. You as well, Master," Rakna greeted with a small smile as he noticed Old Wang sitting next to the scientist. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published on n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m
The dwarf snorted as everyone in their current vicinity looked at him in interest. "Who told you to call me that?" He huffed. "I'm just a regular old man running a food stall."
"Who would believe that, Faezi?" Gaelius deadpanned.
"Plenty of people."
Rakna snickered quietly and then turned to the other people nearby; they seemed to have been chatting with his two acquaintances. He recognized one of them; Hybran Blacksteel.
Said individual nodded back with a smile. "Good to see you again. I suppose Obsidian is not coming along today?" The mayor of Blacksteel asked.
The therian smiled wryly. "No... let's say he's preoccupied."
"Hm, I see. Well, if you'll allow me, let me introduce you here to a friend of mine," Hybran waved at a man to his right, older than himself by at least a few decades, ostensibly in his sixties. Despite that, the stranger was tall in stature and quite robust-looking from his posture alone.
His whitened hair was combed backward, with strands of black streaking through it. He had deep blue eyes and his facial hair was trimmed meticulously. He wore a dignified attire consisting of a red and black suit with a cape-like coat. An unused cane sat beside him and his expression was set into a firm but genuine smile.
'Another of the greatest powers in this room,' Rakna thought internally. Along with Kryas, Caer, and Merlina, this man's presence strummed his every instinct.
"My name is Azheim Nringer Lophtzen," the man said with a smile and stood up with his cane to address him properly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he added while extending his hand.
Rakna reciprocated the handshake and nodded respectfully. "Rakna Xiorra; likewise."
"Haha, always leaving out the most important," a new voice, one belonging to an elderly woman, sounded and the therian glanced at its source. Unassumingly, there sat an old woman with a warm smile in a wheelchair. She was dressed in the garbs of the Church and behind her stood a man of nearly the same age wearing a black and white uniform... adorned with a skull cross.
He shared similar facial features to the woman before him, including her light green eyes, and his whitened hair was long enough to reach the middle of his back but hung over his shoulders rather than down his back.
"Since you always seem to forget, let me fill in the blanks for you," the old woman chuckled and waved at the Azheim. "This is Azheim Nringer Lophtzen, Administrator of Old Eden, Mediator of the Myth Council, Strongest Local, and one of the few bearing the Honor Rank of Ebene Diare."
"...there was definitely a lot missing," Rakna admitted with a twitch of his mouth.
Azheim laughed lightly in a placating manner. "Now, now, no need to intimidate the poor boy with all those titles. Though, he is not one to be lacking in that aspect either," he added merrily.
The elderly woman shook her head and sighed. "Aah, how disheartening it is to know you are older than me," she lamented and Rakna mentally noted the implication of that. "Anyway, I suppose it is our turn?" She continued and placed her palm over her chest in a saluting manner. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Rakna Xiorra. I am Gwenef De Croix, High Cardinal of the Church."
"The one releasing the presence of a Cambion?"
"What of her?"
"Her name is Evelyn Jill Malcanthet," Rakna stated and Azheim's expression soured for a split second. "As you seem to know, the Malcanthet are a family of alchemists that 'disappeared' a bit over 170 years ago from what I've gleaned."
"...I am aware. I myself was a patron of theirs," the admin of Old Eden said. "I'm a human through and through after all. I have no way to obtain a longevity trait or skill as a Local. Thus, the potions of the Malcanthet were what stopped me from growing too senile," he snickered to himself. "Their rejuvenating concoctions were the best in the market and with no side effects."
"Hm," Rakna narrowed his eyes. "Then, it'll make things easier. Evelyn is the last living member of that family. Her parents were assassinated by the Jill and her brother fell to Blackening, whom she had to seal along with herself until I found them around the time the seals were breaking."
"..."
"She wants revenge," Rakna declared simply. "I have no right to deny it from her. Nor do I want to in the slightest... The Chaos Witch in my Guild is the owner of the Wisdom of Ariv," he added and a small hint of surprise appeared on everyone's faces. "He's going to be waking up today. So, if you are willing to be a witness for the answer he gives, I would appreciate it."
Azheim silently mused before breathing out. "Understood. I will personally hear the proof of the crime committed against her and bring it up to the Council. As Mediator, I allow you to bring her to the Tower on the day of the meeting. On my side, I will call for the Jill's presence as well. Both parties will be ordered to participate and be trialed."
"Trialed, huh?" Rakna snorted.
"It's the proper way of doing it," the older man shrugged. "And... I am on your side," he added with one eye closed as he gazed at Evelyn. "As far as her parents go, I don't believe I have met them. But if I'm not incorrect about her ancestry, it's another story for her grandfather. He was a rather good friend of mine."
"Then, I'm counting on you," the therian grunted and stretched his neck. "That's one less thing to worry about, at least," he hummed and since the topic was over, he switched focus to the center of the hall where Michael was currently about to step up to address everyone.
"Hm, he's probably going to announce your presence to everyone," Gaelius commented. "This was supposed to be a party celebrating your arrival if you decided to come after all."
"Indeed," Azheim agreed with a renewed smile. "Afterward, we will head to the Arena. You will be under even more scrutiny there," he said toward Rakna. "As far as I know, due to insistence from other nobles, Michael had to move his party's location to the largest public VIP room so that more than just his entourage could interact with you."
"Lovely," Rakna huffed sarcastically. "I knew there weren't enough people glaring a hole into the back of my head in here."
Gwenef chuckled softly. "Cheer up, boy. The hall we are relocating to is like a restaurant. Just like here, no one is going to risk walking up to you in front of so many people to avoid being seen as an opportunist. Only people like Kryas, who don't care, and those elves you seem to be acquainted with, will be daring enough."
"Additionally, a majority of the most powerful figures will use a private booth," Granolf followed up. "If anything, the truly important ones won't try to get close to you. They will only watch your showcase to profile you. That's the whole reason for their presence in the Arena today."
"...fantastic," replying with one word again, the small group smiled at the therian.
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Firstly, I spiritually died, like... three times in the last couple weeks, so... that's that. I can't be bothered to tell my life story right now.
.
Secondly, I'll be busy during weekdays soon so I'll be moving the update day to Saturday, or perhaps just the weekend as a whole, since it's more convenient for me.
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Chapter 377: 375: "…fantastic."
"Ah! There you are, boy!" Gaelius greeted as Rakna made his way further inside the hall. At his call, the therian turned toward him, approaching while his companions interacted with the people that had welcomed them.
Vera, Karin, Merlina, and even Kryas seemed to share a common curiosity for Ceresta. The crowd around her only seemed to be growing too. '...well, she's already more popular than me,' Rakna said in his mind.
He might as well let her get the attention. It would be a social experience for her. He did feel a bit guilty leaving her to the wolves, but he supposed Kaelith would shield her from anyone too pushy or threatening. Based on the glare she was giving any noble that dared to get in sight range of her, she would do a good job.
"Good morning, Gaelius. You as well, Master," Rakna greeted with a small smile as he noticed Old Wang sitting next to the scientist. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published on n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m
The dwarf snorted as everyone in their current vicinity looked at him in interest. "Who told you to call me that?" He huffed. "I'm just a regular old man running a food stall."
"Who would believe that, Faezi?" Gaelius deadpanned.
"Plenty of people."
Rakna snickered quietly and then turned to the other people nearby; they seemed to have been chatting with his two acquaintances. He recognized one of them; Hybran Blacksteel.
Said individual nodded back with a smile. "Good to see you again. I suppose Obsidian is not coming along today?" The mayor of Blacksteel asked.
The therian smiled wryly. "No... let's say he's preoccupied."
"Hm, I see. Well, if you'll allow me, let me introduce you here to a friend of mine," Hybran waved at a man to his right, older than himself by at least a few decades, ostensibly in his sixties. Despite that, the stranger was tall in stature and quite robust-looking from his posture alone.
His whitened hair was combed backward, with strands of black streaking through it. He had deep blue eyes and his facial hair was trimmed meticulously. He wore a dignified attire consisting of a red and black suit with a cape-like coat. An unused cane sat beside him and his expression was set into a firm but genuine smile.
'Another of the greatest powers in this room,' Rakna thought internally. Along with Kryas, Caer, and Merlina, this man's presence strummed his every instinct.
"My name is Azheim Nringer Lophtzen," the man said with a smile and stood up with his cane to address him properly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he added while extending his hand.
Rakna reciprocated the handshake and nodded respectfully. "Rakna Xiorra; likewise."
"Haha, always leaving out the most important," a new voice, one belonging to an elderly woman, sounded and the therian glanced at its source. Unassumingly, there sat an old woman with a warm smile in a wheelchair. She was dressed in the garbs of the Church and behind her stood a man of nearly the same age wearing a black and white uniform... adorned with a skull cross.
He shared similar facial features to the woman before him, including her light green eyes, and his whitened hair was long enough to reach the middle of his back but hung over his shoulders rather than down his back.
"Since you always seem to forget, let me fill in the blanks for you," the old woman chuckled and waved at the Azheim. "This is Azheim Nringer Lophtzen, Administrator of Old Eden, Mediator of the Myth Council, Strongest Local, and one of the few bearing the Honor Rank of Ebene Diare."
"...there was definitely a lot missing," Rakna admitted with a twitch of his mouth.
The elderly woman shook her head and sighed. "Aah, how disheartening it is to know you are older than me," she lamented and Rakna mentally noted the implication of that. "Anyway, I suppose it is our turn?" She continued and placed her palm over her chest in a saluting manner. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Rakna Xiorra. I am Gwenef De Croix, High Cardinal of the Church."
"The one releasing the presence of a Cambion?"
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"Yes.""What of her?"
"Her name is Evelyn Jill Malcanthet," Rakna stated and Azheim's expression soured for a split second. "As you seem to know, the Malcanthet are a family of alchemists that 'disappeared' a bit over 170 years ago from what I've gleaned."
"...I am aware. I myself was a patron of theirs," the admin of Old Eden said. "I'm a human through and through after all. I have no way to obtain a longevity trait or skill as a Local. Thus, the potions of the Malcanthet were what stopped me from growing too senile," he snickered to himself. "Their rejuvenating concoctions were the best in the market and with no side effects."
"Hm," Rakna narrowed his eyes. "Then, it'll make things easier. Evelyn is the last living member of that family. Her parents were assassinated by the Jill and her brother fell to Blackening, whom she had to seal along with herself until I found them around the time the seals were breaking."
"..."
"She wants revenge," Rakna declared simply. "I have no right to deny it from her. Nor do I want to in the slightest... The Chaos Witch in my Guild is the owner of the Wisdom of Ariv," he added and a small hint of surprise appeared on everyone's faces. "He's going to be waking up today. So, if you are willing to be a witness for the answer he gives, I would appreciate it."
Azheim silently mused before breathing out. "Understood. I will personally hear the proof of the crime committed against her and bring it up to the Council. As Mediator, I allow you to bring her to the Tower on the day of the meeting. On my side, I will call for the Jill's presence as well. Both parties will be ordered to participate and be trialed."
"Trialed, huh?" Rakna snorted.
"It's the proper way of doing it," the older man shrugged. "And... I am on your side," he added with one eye closed as he gazed at Evelyn. "As far as her parents go, I don't believe I have met them. But if I'm not incorrect about her ancestry, it's another story for her grandfather. He was a rather good friend of mine."
"Then, I'm counting on you," the therian grunted and stretched his neck. "That's one less thing to worry about, at least," he hummed and since the topic was over, he switched focus to the center of the hall where Michael was currently about to step up to address everyone.
"Hm, he's probably going to announce your presence to everyone," Gaelius commented. "This was supposed to be a party celebrating your arrival if you decided to come after all."
"Indeed," Azheim agreed with a renewed smile. "Afterward, we will head to the Arena. You will be under even more scrutiny there," he said toward Rakna. "As far as I know, due to insistence from other nobles, Michael had to move his party's location to the largest public VIP room so that more than just his entourage could interact with you."
"Lovely," Rakna huffed sarcastically. "I knew there weren't enough people glaring a hole into the back of my head in here."
Gwenef chuckled softly. "Cheer up, boy. The hall we are relocating to is like a restaurant. Just like here, no one is going to risk walking up to you in front of so many people to avoid being seen as an opportunist. Only people like Kryas, who don't care, and those elves you seem to be acquainted with, will be daring enough."
"Additionally, a majority of the most powerful figures will use a private booth," Granolf followed up. "If anything, the truly important ones won't try to get close to you. They will only watch your showcase to profile you. That's the whole reason for their presence in the Arena today."
"...fantastic," replying with one word again, the small group smiled at the therian.
Firstly, I spiritually died, like... three times in the last couple weeks, so... that's that. I can't be bothered to tell my life story right now.
.
Secondly, I'll be busy during weekdays soon so I'll be moving the update day to Saturday, or perhaps just the weekend as a whole, since it's more convenient for me.
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