Chapter 118: The Guests
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After the spar between Nikan and Reve, two days went by quickly and the pair of friends quickly dived into their respective studies. Just like Reve, Nikan was being taught by Zev so he wasn't necessarily free every time.
In the afternoon of this quiet day, the black mansion received a guest.
To be more accurate, they were three guests. Two, Reve was not familiar with while the last one was someone Reve didn't want to see.
As soon as Reve opened the door, his face twisted, "Zev, what can I do for you?....and who are these?"
Judging by their dress, they weren't the common demihuman. One of them was a woman with two white wings that functioned as her hand. The other was an old man in blue robes.
"Hey, it's been long right. Forgive me for the intrusion, these are..." chided Zev.
Before he could introduce them properly, the two guests introduced themselves.
"I am Myniene."
"You can call me Tor."
The woman cut straight to the point, "We are from the Vagoroth Council."
Reve titled his head with blank eyes, "Oh, the Vagoroth Council. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He wondered whether he had gotten in trouble but, so far, Reve had a low profile in Vagoroth. In fact, he could bet that 80% of the demihumans had forgotten about him, the demihuman of the black mansion.
So, what were they looking for?
Wait!....the fact that they came with Zev was strange.
Reve ruminated, 'Hmmmm…..what am I forgetting?'
Predicting his thoughts, Myniene flashed a smile, "Don't be worried. It's is nothing troublesome. Actually, we came because you have been recommended for a program…..."
She stopped talking and looking at the surrounding, making Reve realize that it wasn't something to discuss in public.
With an inward grunt, he forced himself to open the door for them and lead them to the parlor. Due to his excessive care of the house, it sparkled white as if it was just built.
After making sure, he served them with fruit juice, Reve sat on one of the couches and waited for them to continue the conversation.
By now, he had already figured what this was about. Zev's appearance was just too obvious.
Myniene took a sip of the fruit juice, "This is marvelous. The perfect blend between the different fruit. Serious thoughts have been put to the mixing ratio. If I may ask, who made this?"
"My master, Circe."
"The witch Circe?"
"Yes."
Part of the perks of being forgotten by time is having no problem using their name. Since Circe had had a few fruitful dealing with Vagoroth, she made no effort to hide her name.
There was no way they would identify her with the Immortal Witch. In fact, she was sure that they had no idea of the Immortal Witch.
To them, Circe was just a witch with an extensive lifespan who lived in Azea, seeking peace. As long as they gave her no issue, she would bear no harm.
Myniene revealed a surprised look, "I never knew the witch Circe was a master in the kitchen."
She controlled herself and got back to the situation, "Anyway, as I had mentioned, you were chosen for a new program made by the council. As for what this program is, it is an academic exchange program with the kingdom of Narva."
'I knew it!' Reve shouted inwardly.
Still, he maintained his composure and asked like a normal demihuman, "This is quite sudden. May I ask what exactly this exchange program is and why was I chosen? I don't seem to recall volunteering and I have not spent up to a year in Vagoroth."
"The exchange program is actually one way. We, the Vagoroth Council, have decided to finally leave our shells and observe the world. This is our first step to achieving the dream of global acceptance. You will be required to attend an academic institution in Narva and will only come back during holidays, breaks, till the end of your academic stay."
She took a quick sip before she continued, "As for why you were chosen. The exchange program only concerns mages, not ki masters. You know, demihumans don't make good mages especially the newer generations. It is rare to see a demihuman that is a mage. Hence, we found it hard to find one that would fit the criteria. Luckily, Zev recommended you, a young mage that is the student of a witch. Despite your short time spent in Vagoroth, we are confident that you are the one that we are looking for. After all, you are a demihuman."
'But I'm not a demihuman?!' thought Reve.
Of course, he wouldn't say it out.
Still, why didn't Zev give him a heads-up?
Fortunately, he had prepared for situations like this. As long as he kept his [Dos Form] active, and manipulate his stats, he would be able to pass off as one.
Reve queried, "Hmmm, about that, when does this program begin?"
"A week from now, our ship shall set sail for Narva," replied Myniene.
It was her turn to ask, "So, are you interested? Bear in mind that you have a choice in this. It is okay if you don't want to."
Reve smiled, "I'm interested. It will be splendid to observe the world outside of Azea."
Hearing this, Tor brought out a document from his bag and presented it to Reve. The latter was asked to sign it.
However, the signing method was unique.
In Arcadia, it was quite understandable that normal handwritten signatures could be forged easily. That was why one usually used seals. Yet, that only applied to nobles or rich merchants.
An alternative to seals was a newly discovered method called imprint. It involved one dipping their finger in a unique liquid and outwardly sending their energy towards the document to be signed. After their energy disperses, a cryptic symbol would appear on the document.. It was a symbol intrinsic to everyone. It was called energy signature, based on the fact that every living being's energy was different despite them drawing it from the same source!
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After the spar between Nikan and Reve, two days went by quickly and the pair of friends quickly dived into their respective studies. Just like Reve, Nikan was being taught by Zev so he wasn't necessarily free every time.
In the afternoon of this quiet day, the black mansion received a guest.
To be more accurate, they were three guests. Two, Reve was not familiar with while the last one was someone Reve didn't want to see.
As soon as Reve opened the door, his face twisted, "Zev, what can I do for you?....and who are these?"
Judging by their dress, they weren't the common demihuman. One of them was a woman with two white wings that functioned as her hand. The other was an old man in blue robes.
"Hey, it's been long right. Forgive me for the intrusion, these are..." chided Zev.
Before he could introduce them properly, the two guests introduced themselves.
"I am Myniene."
"You can call me Tor."
The woman cut straight to the point, "We are from the Vagoroth Council."
Reve titled his head with blank eyes, "Oh, the Vagoroth Council. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He wondered whether he had gotten in trouble but, so far, Reve had a low profile in Vagoroth. In fact, he could bet that 80% of the demihumans had forgotten about him, the demihuman of the black mansion.
So, what were they looking for?
Wait!....the fact that they came with Zev was strange.
Reve ruminated, 'Hmmmm…..what am I forgetting?'
Predicting his thoughts, Myniene flashed a smile, "Don't be worried. It's is nothing troublesome. Actually, we came because you have been recommended for a program…..."
She stopped talking and looking at the surrounding, making Reve realize that it wasn't something to discuss in public.
With an inward grunt, he forced himself to open the door for them and lead them to the parlor. Due to his excessive care of the house, it sparkled white as if it was just built.
After making sure, he served them with fruit juice, Reve sat on one of the couches and waited for them to continue the conversation.
By now, he had already figured what this was about. Zev's appearance was just too obvious.
Myniene took a sip of the fruit juice, "This is marvelous. The perfect blend between the different fruit. Serious thoughts have been put to the mixing ratio. If I may ask, who made this?"
"My master, Circe."
"The witch Circe?"
"Yes."
Part of the perks of being forgotten by time is having no problem using their name. Since Circe had had a few fruitful dealing with Vagoroth, she made no effort to hide her name.
There was no way they would identify her with the Immortal Witch. In fact, she was sure that they had no idea of the Immortal Witch.
To them, Circe was just a witch with an extensive lifespan who lived in Azea, seeking peace. As long as they gave her no issue, she would bear no harm.
Myniene revealed a surprised look, "I never knew the witch Circe was a master in the kitchen."
She controlled herself and got back to the situation, "Anyway, as I had mentioned, you were chosen for a new program made by the council. As for what this program is, it is an academic exchange program with the kingdom of Narva."
'I knew it!' Reve shouted inwardly.
Still, he maintained his composure and asked like a normal demihuman, "This is quite sudden. May I ask what exactly this exchange program is and why was I chosen? I don't seem to recall volunteering and I have not spent up to a year in Vagoroth."
"The exchange program is actually one way. We, the Vagoroth Council, have decided to finally leave our shells and observe the world. This is our first step to achieving the dream of global acceptance. You will be required to attend an academic institution in Narva and will only come back during holidays, breaks, till the end of your academic stay."
She took a quick sip before she continued, "As for why you were chosen. The exchange program only concerns mages, not ki masters. You know, demihumans don't make good mages especially the newer generations. It is rare to see a demihuman that is a mage. Hence, we found it hard to find one that would fit the criteria. Luckily, Zev recommended you, a young mage that is the student of a witch. Despite your short time spent in Vagoroth, we are confident that you are the one that we are looking for. After all, you are a demihuman."
'But I'm not a demihuman?!' thought Reve.
Of course, he wouldn't say it out.
Still, why didn't Zev give him a heads-up?
Fortunately, he had prepared for situations like this. As long as he kept his [Dos Form] active, and manipulate his stats, he would be able to pass off as one.
Reve queried, "Hmmm, about that, when does this program begin?"
"A week from now, our ship shall set sail for Narva," replied Myniene.
It was her turn to ask, "So, are you interested? Bear in mind that you have a choice in this. It is okay if you don't want to."
Reve smiled, "I'm interested. It will be splendid to observe the world outside of Azea."
Hearing this, Tor brought out a document from his bag and presented it to Reve. The latter was asked to sign it.
However, the signing method was unique.
In Arcadia, it was quite understandable that normal handwritten signatures could be forged easily. That was why one usually used seals. Yet, that only applied to nobles or rich merchants.
An alternative to seals was a newly discovered method called imprint. It involved one dipping their finger in a unique liquid and outwardly sending their energy towards the document to be signed. After their energy disperses, a cryptic symbol would appear on the document.. It was a symbol intrinsic to everyone. It was called energy signature, based on the fact that every living being's energy was different despite them drawing it from the same source!
After the spar between Nikan and Reve, two days went by quickly and the pair of friends quickly dived into their respective studies. Just like Reve, Nikan was being taught by Zev so he wasn't necessarily free every time.In the afternoon of this quiet day, the black mansion received a guest.To be more accurate, they were three guests. Two, Reve was not familiar with while the last one was someone Reve didn't want to see.As soon as Reve opened the door, his face twisted, "Zev, what can I do for you?....and who are these?"Judging by their dress, they weren't the common demihuman. One of them was a woman with two white wings that functioned as her hand. The other was an old man in blue robes."Hey, it's been long right. Forgive me for the intrusion, these are..." chided Zev.Before he could introduce them properly, the two guests introduced themselves."I am Myniene.""You can call me Tor."The woman cut straight to the point, "We are from the Vagoroth Council."Reve titled his head with blank eyes, "Oh, the Vagoroth Council. To what do I owe the pleasure?"He wondered whether he had gotten in trouble but, so far, Reve had a low profile in Vagoroth. In fact, he could bet that 80% of the demihumans had forgotten about him, the demihuman of the black mansion.So, what were they looking for?Wait!....the fact that they came with Zev was strange. Reve ruminated, 'Hmmmm..what am I forgetting?' Predicting his thoughts, Myniene flashed a smile, "Don't be worried. It's is nothing troublesome. Actually, we came because you have been recommended for a program..."She stopped talking and looking at the surrounding, making Reve realize that it wasn't something to discuss in public.With an inward grunt, he forced himself to open the door for them and lead them to the parlor. Due to his excessive care of the house, it sparkled white as if it was just built.After making sure, he served them with fruit juice, Reve sat on one of the couches and waited for them to continue the conversation.By now, he had already figured what this was about. Zev's appearance was just too obvious.Myniene took a sip of the fruit juice, "This is marvelous. The perfect blend between the different fruit. Serious thoughts have been put to the mixing ratio. If I may ask, who made this?""My master, Circe.""The witch Circe?""Yes."Part of the perks of being forgotten by time is having no problem using their name. Since Circe had had a few fruitful dealing with Vagoroth, she made no effort to hide her name.There was no way they would identify her with the Immortal Witch. In fact, she was sure that they had no idea of the Immortal Witch. To them, Circe was just a witch with an extensive lifespan who lived in Azea, seeking peace. As long as they gave her no issue, she would bear no harm.Myniene revealed a surprised look, "I never knew the witch Circe was a master in the kitchen."She controlled herself and got back to the situation, "Anyway, as I had mentioned, you were chosen for a new program made by the council. As for what this program is, it is an academic exchange program with the kingdom of Narva."'I knew it!' Reve shouted inwardly.Still, he maintained his composure and asked like a normal demihuman, "This is quite sudden. May I ask what exactly this exchange program is and why was I chosen? I don't seem to recall volunteering and I have not spent up to a year in Vagoroth.""The exchange program is actually one way. We, the Vagoroth Council, have decided to finally leave our shells and observe the world. This is our first step to achieving the dream of global acceptance. You will be required to attend an academic institution in Narva and will only come back during holidays, breaks, till the end of your academic stay."She took a quick sip before she continued, "As for why you were chosen. The exchange program only concerns mages, not ki masters. You know, demihumans don't make good mages especially the newer generations. It is rare to see a demihuman that is a mage. Hence, we found it hard to find one that would fit the criteria. Luckily, Zev recommended you, a young mage that is the student of a witch. Despite your short time spent in Vagoroth, we are confident that you are the one that we are looking for. After all, you are a demihuman."'But I'm not a demihuman?!' thought Reve.Of course, he wouldn't say it out.Still, why didn't Zev give him a heads-up? Fortunately, he had prepared for situations like this. As long as he kept his Dos Form active, and manipulate his stats, he would be able to pass off as one.Reve queried, "Hmmm, about that, when does this program begin?""A week from now, our ship shall set sail for Narva," replied Myniene.It was her turn to ask, "So, are you interested? Bear in mind that you have a choice in this. It is okay if you don't want to."Reve smiled, "I'm interested. It will be splendid to observe the world outside of Azea."Hearing this, Tor brought out a document from his bag and presented it to Reve. The latter was asked to sign it.However, the signing method was unique.In Arcadia, it was quite understandable that normal handwritten signatures could be forged easily. That was why one usually used seals. Yet, that only applied to nobles or rich merchants.An alternative to seals was a newly discovered method called imprint. It involved one dipping their finger in a unique liquid and outwardly sending their energy towards the document to be signed. After their energy disperses, a cryptic symbol would appear on the document.. It was a symbol intrinsic to everyone. It was called energy signature, based on the fact that every living being's energy was different despite them drawing it from the same source!
