Chapter 106: Chapter 105 : The Duke’s Invitation

[[The Combat Arena and the cinema, just those two,]] Ralf said as he responded to his other self’s inquiry. [[They shouldn’t take long to complete, fifteen minutes tops. We’ll have to spend a few more minutes picking up snacks on our way back, but all in all, we should be back home, bingeing movies pretty soon.]]

[[Mmm,]] Rei responded simply, yet approvingly. Having his question answered, his mind moved on to the important task of deciding which snacks and beverages to indulge in first.

As he fell into silence, Ralf continued down the street on his Psi Bike.

[[Rei, guess what?]]

[[Hm, what?]]

Next, Ralf shared the news of his title request - at least, this was his plan. Before he could do so, his attention was roped away by a more immediate concern.

‘Hm? This has stayed on me way too long.’ Ralf’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the observation. ‘Let’s check.’ Thinking this, he directed his Psi Bike to the side of the road and came to a complete stop. Shutting his eyes, he let the seconds pass by. ‘And that confirms it,’ he thought as the fifth second passed by.

[[Ralf?]]

Hearing the confusion from his other self, Ralf did a quick memory transfer to get Rei up to speed.

Ralf was currently under the observation of a Clairvoyant’s Second Sight. Now, this by itself wasn’t too strange.

When he exited or entered Popleigh, he always felt them lock onto him. This was perfectly normal for a city to account for who entered and exited. Another time he felt a Second Sight’s presence was when it was roaming through the streets.

He imagined that this was the Black Hawks’ doing. Clairvoyants were perfect for the task of monitoring the streets. Their Second Sights had long Psi ranges, could move very quickly and were pretty much undetectable to all but other Clairvoyants and those who had extreme Psi sensitivity.

What separated these two situations from his current one was that they were very brief in nature. They basically just skimmed over him. With several seconds already passed by, it was clear that Ralf was the sole focus of their monitoring.

[[Thoughts? I’d put my money on an arrest warrant.]]

[[Most likely yeah,]] Rei agreed while sipping his milkshake nonchalantly.

Ralf’s lips raised at his other self’s devil may care attitude. He dematerialised his Psi Bike and stood on the sidewalk. [[Whether an arrest warrant or whatever, we’ll know soon enough. They’re approaching quickly.]]

A few seconds later, Ralf’s eyelids opened. [[Oh, looks like we were wrong.]]

[[Looks like it.]]

The duo’s thoughts were upended as they caught the car the Clairvoyant was heading towards them with. Unlike the Black Hawks’ black and white coloured cars, the approaching vehicle was navy blue and free from any texts and appendages.

Looking closer, they noted the uniforms the two in the car were wearing. They recognized them as those worn by the Combat Arena’s staff. At the sighting, the duo’s minds shifted back a gear. The car pulled over to the side of the road and the person in the passenger seat came springing out.

The young man approached with hurried steps and a jubilant expression on his face.

“I knew you would be able to sense it, you’re incredible, Ralf,” Fable said with sparkling eyes.

Ralf was taken aback by the other’s radiance.

Seeing this, Fable reined in his excitement. “Ah, where are my manners. My name is Fable, Fable Torres. I’m your biggest fan.”

Ralf smiled. “A fan, excellent. Nice to meet you, Fable, glad to have you on board. As a token of my appreciation…here for you,” he said as he retrieved a candy from his coat pocket and handed it over.

The young man stared at the candy in his hand with an awestricken expression.

“I-I can really have this?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, I’ll treasure this forever,” he said as he grasped the candy tightly with both hands.

Ralf showed amusement at the young man’s behaviour.

[[There doesn’t seem to be anything to worry about,]] Rei’s voice sounded through the Mental Link.

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[[Yeah.]]

[[Ralf, wrap this up. We have movies to watch.]]

[[Sure sure.]]

Replying this way, Ralf moved to end the interaction. Turning his body to face the road, he began, “The greater the winds, the hotter the flames. So an additional fan,” Ralf’s hand landed on Fable’s shoulder and continued, “especially a big one, is always welcome.”

At the drop of his words, Ralf could feel the young man’s body vibrate under his palm/Richter scale.

Removing his hand a second later, Ralf materialised his Psi Bike and walked to it.

“It’s been good meeting you Fable, but I’ll have to part here. I have a lot of things on my plate that I need to get done, so I’ll be on my way.” Not hopping on immediately, Ralf back glanced at the young man, “Before I go, is there anything you want to say or ask?”

Hearing Ralf’s intention to leave, the driver broke out into a string of fake coughs.

Thankfully for him, one of them managed to break Fable out of his awestruck daze. Upon coming to, the young man remembered why he was there in the first place.

“Ah, yes! Actually, we came here on official matters.”

“Official matters?” Ralf repeated, questioningly.

“Yes. We were sent here to offer you an invitation. The Duke, Vincent Arrin wants to meet you, and requests your company at this time.”

Ralf’s aura subtly shifted in response.

Fable seemed to catch onto this change and quickly continued. “If you’re too busy or don’t want to attend for whatever reason, you can reject, no problem. This isn’t a summons, just a request. The Duke isn’t like the other Dukes, he isn’t vindictive or petty, I assure you,” the young man said sincerely. “Choose whichever works best for you.”

Ralf didn’t rush to answer and instead sought his other self’s opinion.

[[Rei?]]

[[Let’s go. If the Duke meant us harm, he wouldn’t have to resort to petty tricks. Samuel’s words paint him as a good apple, and there’s nothing to suggest otherwise. Worse comes to worst, we fuse and let Silver deal with whatever comes. Though, I doubt it’ll come to that. Also, there are a few things the duke can help us with. Getting in good with him will be very beneficial to us…and mother.]]

Ralf took to these words and voiced his agreement.

“Sure, I accept. Let’s go. I’ll follow on my bike, lead the way.”

The pair’s eyes lit up at his response and quickly moved to escort Ralf to his destination.

Ten minutes later…

At the centre of the Popleigh, positioned on an elevated mound, a large multilayered compound could be found. The white walls decorated with hawk imagery stood tall. Standing just as tall were the numerous uniformed guards that patrolled the area. Trailing behind the car on his Psi Bike, Ralf’s eyes moved over them.

‘There are so many, and those cannons…security isn’t playing around. Invading or fleeing this place would be pretty hectic.’

Despite thinking this, Ralf’s mind couldn’t help but conjure up and simulate various dangerous possibilities. He had no intention of stirring trouble or enacting his thoughts. At this point, it was just how his mind operated.

While entertaining these thoughts, he moved deeper. Passing through three gates, he reached the centre, where a white mansion stood.

With Fable as his guide, Ralf headed in. Moving through the structure in a literal zigzag, they quickly arrived before a large wooden double door.

“We’ve arrived,” Fable said with a sigh, clearly disappointed that he couldn’t spend more time around Ralf. Taking a breath, he pulled himself together and continued his duties. “The Duke is on the other side. Head in, whenever. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“I see, farewell for now, Fable.”

The young man beamed at his name’s utterance. Nodding jubilantly, he scurried off. Ralf’s gaze lingered on the young man’s disappearing back for a few seconds before turning to the doorway.

‘Now, let’s meet the Duke.’

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