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Chapter 163: Another one

Lucavion watched in quiet awe as the two Nyxaliths hovered in perfect balance, each representing their respective forces yet unified in their purpose. There was no need for a fight here—only understanding.

Vitaliara, sensing his thoughts, spoke softly. [Back when I was younger, much younger… these two benefited greatly from me. I was different then, more… whole.] Her voice was tinged with a rare sense of nostalgia.

Lucavion glanced at her, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

She turned her head slightly, the moonlight reflecting off her white fur, which seemed to shimmer faintly. [In the past, I was much more than what I am now. My connection to life energy was vast, and I could grant or take vitality as I saw fit. Tiax and Laxa were drawn to that power. They learned to thrive because of me.]

Her words painted a picture of a time when Vitaliara's abilities had been even more formidable than they were now. A time when her mere presence could alter the very balance of life and death itself. The Nyxaliths, ancient though they were, had once relied on her.

At the very least, that was how it would look if Lucavion did not know Vitaliara.

For some reason, he felt a little bit different. From the gaze that the two monsters were showing to Vitaliara, while there was undoubtedly respect and reverence, there was also something different, something else.

Fear.

These creatures undoubtedly feared Vitaliara, as if they had seen a ghost. Even now, while he was here, the one who had slaughtered all those monsters, they did not pay much attention to him and rather were focused on Vitaliara, who was in her weak state.

He muttered to himself, "Why does it feel like there's more to this? It's not just reverence..."

Vitaliara, hearing his words, glanced back at him, her expression as calm and composed as ever. [What's important is that these younglings are willing to give up their lives,] she said smoothly, her voice carrying an air of finality. [That's what truly matters.]

Lucavion's gaze flicked between her and the Nyxaliths, the unease still nagging at him. But Vitaliara, in her usual way, acted oblivious to the deeper emotions at play. She stepped closer to the water, preparing for the moment of her recovery, as if the tension in the air was nothing but a fleeting detail.

He sighed softly, pushing the thought aside. For now, what mattered was allowing her to regain her strength. Whatever strange history lay between her and these ancient creatures, it was something that would have to wait.

Lucavion studied the Nyxaliths for a moment longer, understanding the sincerity behind their actions. Despite the fear they clearly held for Vitaliara, they had chosen this path, showing their willingness to be part of her recovery. If they had truly wished to resist, they could have attacked him and continued the fight. But they hadn't.

This was their way of showing respect, even if it was laced with fear.

"If that's what you want," he muttered under his breath, his gaze softening. "I'll honor your wish."

Seeing his resolve, Vitaliara turned her attention fully toward him. [Good. Now, listen carefully. Because of the unique nature of these two, the balance between life and death is delicate. When I absorb the life energy, the death energy around us will become unstable—rampant, even.]

Lucavion nodded, already understanding where this was going. "And I'll need to absorb the death energy to keep it in check."

Vitaliara's tail flicked in acknowledgment. [Precisely. If you don't, the imbalance could cause chaos, not just here but in the entire forest. You'll need to draw in the death energy and contain it within yourself, like you've done before with your Flame of Equinox.]

Lucavion smirked, already feeling a surge of confidence. "I figured it would come to something like this. I'm ready."

[Good,] she replied, her tone firm. [Focus, and don't let the energy overwhelm you. Once I begin, it'll all happen quickly.]

Lucavion nodded once more, his confidence unwavering. As he prepared himself, Vitaliara gracefully leaped onto his shoulder, her presence both reassuring and commanding. The two Nyxaliths, Tiax and Laxa, moved with a slow and deliberate grace, signaling for them to follow.

Their glowing forms lit the way, their tails rippling through the water with elegance, parting the lake's surface with effortless precision.

Without hesitation, Lucavion took his first step onto the lake, and to his surprise, it felt solid beneath his boots. The water, instead of giving way, held firm, rippling gently as if acknowledging his presence. Each step was measured and calm as he followed the Nyxaliths deeper into the heart of the lake.

The once still waters now seemed alive with energy, swirling beneath him, guided by the ancient forces at play.

As they progressed further, the lake's surface began to shift, revealing a faint glow ahead. In the center of the lake, Lucavion could see something taking shape—a formation of mana, delicate and intricate. It resembled a yin-yang formation, a symbol of balance and harmony, just like the very forces they were dealing with now: life and death intertwined.

The two Nyxaliths swam in unison, their movements slow and deliberate as they encircled the formation. The air was thick with energy, and Lucavion could feel the pull of the death energy intensifying, as if responding to his presence. His Flame of Equinox stirred within him, ready to act.

Vitaliara's eyes gleamed as she watched the formation take shape. [This is it,] she whispered, her tone serious. [The heart of the forest… and the center of their power.]

Lucavion stopped at the edge of the formation, his gaze fixed on the swirling energies before him. The balance was delicate, but it was clear that this was the place where Vitaliara would recover her strength and where Lucavion would need to hold the death energy at bay.

"It's beautiful," Lucavion murmured, his voice calm.

He had seen countless different scenes, but none of them seemed to be this benefit as the intricate balance of the life and death energies right here.

Vitaliara's eyes gleamed softly as she observed the delicate interplay of energies before them, her white fur glowing faintly in the light of the formation. [It is beautiful,] she agreed, her voice quiet yet filled with the weight of her ancient understanding. [No matter where it is, as long as there is balance, everything can exist in harmony.

But when one side tilts too much—whether it's life or death—that's when problems arise.]

Lucavion smiled at her words, a rare expression of quiet amusement crossing his face. "True. When there is no longer death, what use is it to be alive?"

His words hung in the air, resonating with the very essence of the place they stood in. The yin-yang formation before them seemed to embody the truth of his statement—life and death locked in eternal balance, each one necessary for the other's existence.

Vitaliara nodded subtly, acknowledging the deeper truth in his words. [Exactly. It's a cycle, one cannot exist without the other. To live eternally without the concept of death would strip life of its meaning.]

Lucavion's gaze remained fixed on the swirling energies.

Vitaliara's tail flicked in agreement. [Let's begin. I'll absorb the life energy, and you'll take care of the death energy, just as we discussed.]

Lucavion nodded, his focus sharpening as he prepared himself for the task ahead. This was no longer just about power—it was about maintaining the balance of the forces that governed this ancient forest.

Vitaliara closed her eyes, her body shimmering as she began to draw in the vitality of the forest. The vibrant life energy surrounding the area pulsed and flowed toward her like a gentle stream, drawn into her being as if she were an ancient conduit of nature itself.

The flowers and plants surrounding the lake seemed to respond to her, their brightness intensifying, as if willingly offering their essence.

Lucavion stood beside her, his focus sharp as he, too, began the process. His connection to the death energy surrounding the area grew stronger, and his core, the [Flame of Equinox], stirred within him, ready to absorb the dark, cold force that hung in the air. He drew in the death energy with precision, careful not to let it overwhelm him.

It flowed into him like a dense fog, filling his core, and as it did, the flame within him burned brighter, stronger, fueled by the very essence of decay and stillness.

Around them, the two Nyxaliths, Tiax and Laxa, swam in slow, deliberate circles. Their graceful movements caused the energy to swirl faster, feeding the flow of life and death energy into Lucavion and Vitaliara. The ancient creatures, who governed the balance of this forest, now played their part in assisting the process, their presence stabilizing the delicate equilibrium between the forces.

The mana formation, glowing faintly, responded to their efforts. It pulsed with energy, as though recognizing the harmony in their actions. Streams of vitality and death flowed toward Vitaliara and Lucavion, as if the forest itself was supporting them, pushing the energies directly into their beings.

Lucavion's core surged as more death energy poured into him, filling the [Flame of Equinox] to its brim. It burned hotter with every passing second, a perfect reflection of the balance between life and death that surrounded them.

Just like that, the two, the master and the contracted familiar, started their harmonious cultivation.

Chapter 164: Another One (2)

As Vitaliara absorbed the vitality of the forest, the once radiant glow of Tiax—the Nyxalith symbolizing life—began to fade. The energy that once emanated from the creature started to dim, its vibrant scales losing their luster. The once-glorious light within Tiax flickered as it slowly gave up its life force, willingly offering it for Vitaliara's recovery.

The flowers and plants around the lakeside, which had blossomed under Tiax's influence, began to wither slightly as their energy was drawn into Vitaliara.

Lucavion, meanwhile, focused intensely on his own task. He could feel the surge of death energy flooding his body, pouring into his core with overwhelming force. His [Flame of Equinox] mana technique activated, beginning to circulate the dense death energy throughout his body.

As it did, the flame within him burned brighter, but the sheer volume of death energy was far greater than the life energy Vitaliara was taking in.

It didn't take long before Lucavion felt the first chilling effects. His core, now filled to the brim with death energy, began to freeze. The cold spread rapidly, moving through his meridians like an unstoppable wave. His breath became shallow as frost crept along his veins, threatening to lock his very mana pathways.

His limbs grew numb, and it felt as though his body was being encased in ice from the inside out.

Despite the intense pain and the freezing sensation coursing through his body, Lucavion gritted his teeth, refusing to let the imbalance stop him. The cold was suffocating, the pain searing, but he knew he had no choice. If he faltered now, everything they had worked for would be for nothing.

"Not yet," he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice barely a whisper.

With every ounce of willpower he possessed, Lucavion forced himself to continue. He pushed his mana through his frozen meridians, circulating the [Flame of Equinox] technique, even as the cold threatened to shatter him from the inside. His core trembled under the pressure, but he held firm, enduring the freezing pain as he continued absorbing the death energy.

His Flame of Equinox burned hotter and brighter, trying to balance the overwhelming cold, but it was a slow and agonizing process.

Yet, Lucavion didn't stop. He couldn't. He had to endure, to continue pushing forward no matter the cost.

On the other side, Vitaliara felt something off. Though she was absorbing the life energy, it wasn't resonating with her in the way she expected. The flow felt disrupted, and she knew that if things continued as they were, a significant portion of the energy would go to waste.

Her eyes shifted to Lucavion. He was enduring immense pain as he absorbed the death energy, his body clearly struggling to handle the imbalance. It was then that an idea struck her. Vitaliara understood that their connection as familiar and master went deeper than mere combat synergy—there was something greater between them, a harmony they hadn't fully tapped into yet.

Without hesitation, she made a decision.

Focusing her energy, Vitaliara linked her life energy circulation with Lucavion's. She allowed the life energy to flow into his meridians, circulating around his body alongside the death energy he was absorbing. As the life energy moved through him, it cooled slightly from the death energy's chilling effects. The process allowed the life energy to stabilize, flowing more harmoniously between them.

Lucavion felt the sudden shift. The icy grip of the death energy still burned through his core, but there was now a warmth countering it, cooling and tempering the deathly chill. He recognized the sensation—it was Vitaliara's energy, linked to his, balancing the forces within him.

The intense pain he had been experiencing began to ease as the two energies, life and death, found a fragile harmony inside him.

Vitaliara, in turn, felt the life energy resonate more clearly within her now that it had passed through Lucavion. The process had become smoother, more efficient, as the coldness from the death energy refined the life energy she absorbed. Together, they had unknowingly created a perfect cycle, their energies balancing each other out.

[This is better,] Vitaliara murmured softly, her voice resonating in Lucavion's mind. [We'll make it work together.]

Lucavion nodded, his focus renewed, the overwhelming pain now manageable. "Let's keep going," he whispered.

With the warmth of Vitaliara's life energy now circulating through his meridians, Lucavion's focus sharpened. The once overwhelming cold of the death energy became manageable, the balance of life and death within him creating a chaotic yet harmonious flow. His [Flame of Equinox] surged with new intensity, the fire within his core blazing as it fed on the energy that filled him.

The death energy, now mixed with the life energy Vitaliara provided, formed a dynamic and potent force. It was as if two opposing fires burned within him, each pushing against the other, but rather than clashing, they intertwined in a perfect dance. Lucavion used this immense power to shape his core, guiding the energy into precise, controlled flows.

Inside his core, the [Flame of Equinox] roared to life. The first vortex, already formed, spun steadily, a testament to his strength. The second vortex, which had begun to take shape after he killed Koran and absorbed his energy, swirled violently within him, nearing completion. Now, the immense amount of energy swirling around them provided exactly what he needed to push forward.

He felt the immense power surging through him, more than enough to finalize the third vortex. It was dangerous—the energy was excessive, even more than necessary—but Lucavion knew he had to control it, or risk being overwhelmed.

'This is it,' Lucavion thought, his focus unwavering. He carefully guided the death and life energy, directing it into his core to stabilize the formation of the third vortex. The swirling energy began to condense, pulling inward as the chaotic fire of life and death found its center.

The pressure mounted within him, the vortex spinning faster, drawing in the power from both the life and death energies. His body felt like it was on fire, but not in the same painful way as before. This was the refining heat of creation, the forging of something powerful and new.

Lucavion gritted his teeth, pushing the final wave of energy into his core. The third vortex began to form, the chaotic fire stabilizing into a steady, powerful force. His entire being pulsed with energy, the balance between life and death maintained, the power of the [Flame of Equinox] stronger than ever before.

With one final surge, the third vortex solidified, and Lucavion felt the immense pressure within him release, the energy now flowing in perfect harmony throughout his core.

"It's done," he whispered, his voice filled with both exhaustion and triumph. The third vortex was complete, and the power of the [Flame of Equinox] had reached a new level.

Now, at that exact moment he had finally reached the 3-star realm in terms of [Flame of Equinox.]

As Lucavion's power surged, the third vortex now fully stabilized within his core, a new sensation washed over him. The moment he had reached the 3-star realm with his [Flame of Equinox], he instinctively felt the ability to manifest his mana outside his body. The flames of life and death that had swirled within him now extended outward, forming a visible aura around him.

The chaotic fire of life and death energy swirled in harmony, responding to his will.

He could feel the death energy in the air as if it was part of him now, no longer requiring focused meditation to absorb it. The sensation of control over the energy around him was both exhilarating and empowering.

Just as he was contemplating this newfound power, the two Nyxaliths, Tiax and Laxa, began to move. Laxa, the overseer of death, swam gracefully through the water toward Lucavion, while Tiax, the embodiment of life, moved toward Vitaliara.

Lucavion's eyes narrowed as he watched the Nyxaliths approach. Without warning, the two ancient creatures leaped from the lake, their shimmering forms soaring through the air. In a breathtaking display of light and shadow, Laxa dove directly into Lucavion's body, while Tiax did the same with Vitaliara.

A powerful jolt surged through Lucavion, his core reverberating with energy as Laxa disintegrated, its essence merging with the [Flame of Equinox]. The death energy within him intensified, yet it remained under his control, harmonized with the life energy that Vitaliara had shared with him. He could feel the ancient power of the Nyxalith now intertwined with his very being.

Vitaliara, standing nearby, experienced the same sensation as Tiax's life energy flowed into her. Her fur glowed with a renewed vitality, her connection to life energy now stronger than ever before.

Lucavion exhaled slowly, processing the immense power coursing through him. He looked down at his hands, feeling the strength and potential that now resided within him.

"They may stay with us," Lucavion murmured, his voice quiet but filled with a sense of calm acceptance. "If that's what they want."

In a way, those creatures were just showing him their final respects and requested the final thing from them.

Which he gladly complied and returned the favor.

And just like that, Lucavion had achieved his second breakthrough in just two days.

Chapter 165: Another One (3)

Lucavion slowly rose to his feet, the overwhelming surge of energy that had consumed him now ebbing into a steady hum throughout his body.

The flames of life and death that had once raged within him now settled into a calm, balanced aura, swirling subtly around him like an unseen cloak.

The air around him still crackled with the remnants of his power, but for the first time in days, Lucavion allowed himself to truly breathe.

His legs trembled slightly as he stood, the fatigue from the past week creeping up on him. His body was aching—not from the breakthroughs themselves, but from the relentless pace he'd set for himself. First the battles in Morrowind's Vault, the intense process of reaching the 4-star realm on his first core and reaching the 3-star realm on his second core.

There had been no time to rest, no moment to stop and take stock. Every moment had been spent pushing forward and now that it was over, his body screamed for respite.

Lucavion's hand instinctively moved to his side, where the frost from absorbing too much death energy had left lingering stiffness in his limbs. The cold hadn't fully faded, but with the balance now struck between life and death, it was more manageable. Still, exhaustion weighed heavy on his bones.

Vitaliara, standing near the lakeside, noticed his weariness. Her sharp eyes softened, a rare moment of concern flickering in her gaze. She had also absorbed a tremendous amount of life energy from Tiax, but her recovery was smoother, and her ancient nature allowed her to balance the energy more naturally.

[You should rest,] Vitaliara's voice was soft in his mind, the concern undeniable. [You've pushed yourself too far.]

Lucavion grunted in response, stretching his stiff limbs. "No time for that," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. The exhaustion had dulled his edges, and he knew she was right. He needed rest—proper rest. His mind was still sharp, but his body... it was nearing its limit.

His eyes drifted toward the tranquil lake, now still after the chaos of the energy transfer. The flowers, though slightly wilted, still held some life, and the soft ripple of water echoed the peace that now settled over the area. The Nyxaliths had given him their final gift, and their essence lingered within him, strengthening his [Flame of Equinox] beyond what he had imagined.

Vitaliara moved closer, her feline grace undisturbed by the fatigue that weighed on Lucavion. [You may have achieved another breakthrough, but your body isn't made of steel. You'll be no use if you collapse.]

Lucavion chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm aware."

Even though he said that he knew for proper rest, he would need to take a carriage.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air around him. It was peaceful, serene even—something he hadn't had the luxury of enjoying in what felt like ages.

Looking out across the lake, Lucavion allowed himself to relax, if only for a moment.

He sat down near the edge of the lake, resting his back against a nearby rock. The cool surface felt good against his tired body, and he closed his eyes, feeling the gentle rhythm of his core—the intertwining energies of life and death—steadily circulating within him.

It was a strange comfort, knowing that he had come so far, yet realizing how much farther he still had to go.

"Sigh….."

And then he stood, exhaling a long, tired sigh. Despite the brief moment of respite, the weight of his responsibilities quickly resurfaced. He knew he couldn't afford to rest, not when there was so much still ahead of him. The tournament in Andelheim wasn't going to wait, to be there in time he needed to move.

His eyes scanned the quiet surroundings, the calmness of the lake a stark contrast to the urgency now building within him.

Vitaliara, lying beside him, sensed his shift in energy. She lifted her head, her feline eyes meeting his. [You're not going to rest, are you?] she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

Lucavion chuckled softly. "I wish I could, but I've spent too much time here already," he replied, stretching his limbs and rolling his shoulders. The ache from the week of non-stop travel and cultivation still lingered, but he pushed it aside. His goals came first.

[The tournament in Andelheim,] Vitaliara murmured thoughtfully. [You'll need to make good time if you plan to reach it in time. How far is it from here?]

"Far enough," Lucavion responded, glancing toward the path that would lead him out of the forest. He had left his horse in the nearest village and he needed to go there first.

"It's a long ride from there to Andelheim, but if I move quickly, I should make it in time."

He could feel the urgency settling into his bones, a familiar tension that drove him forward. There wasn't time to rest properly, not if he wanted to compete and prove himself in the tournament. Every second mattered now, and Lucavion wasn't one to waste time.

Pushing himself away from the rock, he began making his way toward the edge of the forest. The path would take him back to the village where he had left his horse. From there, he would have to ride hard to reach Andelheim before the tournament began.

Vitaliara leaped gracefully to his side, matching his pace as they moved through the trees. [You're going to need to be careful. You've pushed your body far this past week, and even with the breakthroughs, you're not invincible.]

Indeed, as she had said, even though he had broken through, he had yet to stabilize himself and make himself comfortable.

He still needed to get used to his own power and his newly strengthened body.

He nodded, acknowledging her concern but brushing it aside. "I know," he said quietly, his voice steady. "But the tournament is a chance I can't miss. I'll manage."

His mind was already racing ahead, planning his next steps. The journey to Andelheim would be long and the competition would be fierce, but Lucavion had something the others didn't—his mastery over life and death energy, a power he was still learning to control, but one that could give him the edge he needed.

As they neared the edge of the forest, the faint sounds of the village in the distance reached his ears. His horse was waiting for him there, and once he mounted up, the real race would begin.

"Let's not waste any more time," Lucavion muttered to himself, picking up his pace.

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The night air was cool, and the streets were silent as Valeria quietly made her way through the dimly lit alleyways leading out of the inn. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her steps were measured and deliberate. She had made her decision.

Her knights were fast asleep, unaware of her departure, and it had taken careful planning to ensure that no one would suspect anything until morning. She had even gone as far as to purchase a horse earlier that day under the pretense of securing provisions for their upcoming journey.

Now, with only the moon and stars to light her path, Valeria mounted the horse and took one last look at the inn behind her. There was a pang of guilt, a fleeting thought of what her knights would think when they woke and found her gone. But she quickly pushed it away.

'I must do this,' she reminded herself. 'I need to face this alone.'

The horse's hooves clacked softly against the cobblestone streets as she rode into the night, her destination clear in her mind—Andelheim.

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On the other side, a carriage rolled to a slow stop, the steady rhythm of hooves clattering on cobblestone fading as it reached the gates of Rackenshore.

The rain had lessened, now a fine drizzle, but the town's streets were still slick and glistening under the dull light of the overcast sky.

The girl with the clear black hair and her maid stepped out of the carriage, their feet touching the cobbled ground with soft, measured steps. Rackenshore was not a large city, but it was respectable for its position at the border of the Arcanis Empire. The stone buildings were modest yet sturdy, reflecting the town's strategic importance.

People moved about their business with a certain briskness, their clothes damp from the weather, but no one seemed to pay much attention to the new arrivals.

The girl pulled her hood over her head, hiding her dark hair from view, though a few strands clung to her face from the earlier rain. Her eyes scanned the streets, sharp and calculating. The town had a quiet energy, a borderland calm.

She didn't have time to dwell on the scenery.

Her maid stood beside her, quietly attentive. "We should find an inn, my lady. We are in an unknown territory right now."

The girl cast a lingering glance over the city before giving a firm nod. Although her mind was set on dealing with the matter swiftly, she understood the importance of securing a place to stay for the night. The maid's suggestion was practical, especially in an unfamiliar town like Rackenshore.

"Fine," she said quietly, her voice edged with the same impatience she had been holding back. "We'll find an inn first."

Together, they stepped into the town, the wet cobblestones glistening underfoot. The girl kept her hood low, concealing most of her face, while her maid, ever attentive, took the lead. As they passed a few locals gathered under the shelter of a shop awning, the maid approached them.

"Excuse me," the maid asked politely, "could you tell us if there is an inn nearby?"

The bystanders, a mix of workers and townsfolk, looked the two women up and down, noting their fine attire despite the wet travel conditions. One of them, a middle-aged man with a worn cap, nodded and pointed toward a street just a short distance away.

"That'd be the Verdant Heart Inn, just down that way," he said, his voice gruff but helpful.

The maid thanked him, and the two set off toward the inn. The streets were quieter now, with the occasional sound of dripping rain and distant conversations breaking the silence.

Just as they were about to enter the inn, a commotion erupted from nearby. A group of knights clad in armor bearing the insignia of a noble house surrounded a young girl who looked frightened and cornered. One of the knights stepped forward, his tone sharp but restrained.

"Are you sure you haven't seen our lady today?" he asked, his voice leaving little room for deflection.

The girl shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "I… I haven't seen her, sir. I promise," she stammered.

The knights exchanged glances, clearly agitated but unwilling to cause a scene. The girl with the black hair and her maid paused, observing the situation. The tension in the air was palpable, and though the maid glanced at her lady with concern, the girl shook her head.

"It is none of our concern."

With that, they entered the inn.

Chapter 166: Another One (4)

The girl with the black hair cast one last glance at the commotion outside but quickly dismissed it, her expression cold and indifferent. "It is none of our concern," she murmured, her voice low and final. The maid, though still curious, nodded in agreement and followed her mistress into the inn.

The warmth of the Verdant Heart Inn greeted them, a stark contrast to the cold dampness of the outside. Inside, the atmosphere was quiet and modest, with worn wooden furniture and a few patrons scattered about, keeping to themselves. The scent of rain and hearth fire mingled in the air.

Behind the counter stood an elderly woman, her hair streaked with gray and her eyes sharp despite her age. She looked up as the two approached, taking in their finely crafted travel cloaks and composed demeanor.

"Welcome to the Verdant Heart Inn," she said with a warm but cautious smile. "What can I do for you, travelers?"

"We need two rooms for the night," the maid said, stepping forward to handle the formalities.

The woman nodded and reached beneath the counter, pulling out a large, leather-bound ledger. "Two rooms for just the night?" she asked, flipping through the pages.

"Yes," the maid confirmed.

The woman glanced up at them both once more, her eyes lingering for a moment as if assessing them before she nodded and jotted down their names in the ledger. "That'll be ten silver for each room," she said.

The maid reached into her pouch and paid without hesitation, placing the coins on the counter.

The innkeeper gathered the silver and slid two keys across the counter. "Your rooms are upstairs, second and third doors on the left," she said, her tone polite but businesslike. "Let me know if you need anything else."

The maid paused for a moment, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper as she slid the innkeeper another silver coin across the counter.

"There is one other thing," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "We're looking for someone. A man by the name of Lucavion. Have you heard of him?"

The innkeeper's cautious smile faltered ever so slightly, her sharp eyes flicking between the maid and the girl, who remained silent but observant. The question seemed to catch her off guard, and for a brief moment, the warmth in her expression was replaced by something more guarded.

"Lucavion, you say?" the innkeeper murmured, her tone more reserved now. She glanced down at the silver coin resting on the counter before lightly tapping her fingers against it.

"I might've heard the name," she said slowly, carefully choosing her words.

Her fingers drummed softly on the counter, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded the maid and the girl with growing suspicion.

"Lucavion," she repeated, her voice low and cautious. "Why, if you don't mind me asking, are you looking for him?"

The question hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications. The innkeeper's once warm demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an alert wariness, as though the very mention of the name had unsettled her.

The maid exchanged a brief glance with her lady, gauging her response. The girl with the clear black hair, though her expression remained calm, gave a slight nod, signaling for the maid to proceed.

"We have business with him," the maid replied smoothly, her tone measured and controlled. "It's a matter of some urgency."

The innkeeper didn't seem convinced. She looked the two women up and down, her eyes lingering on the girl for a moment longer. There was something about their presence that unsettled her, though she couldn't quite place it.

"I see," the innkeeper said, her voice growing colder. "Then you have asked the wrong person."

The girl's eyes narrowed, a sharp flicker of annoyance crossing her face. It wasn't just the refusal to answer—the innkeeper's tone carried a subtle defense, as though she was deliberately protecting the man they sought. A mere innkeeper, attempting to shield him? The very thought sparked a surge of anger deep within her.

The maid, sensing the shift in her lady's demeanor, took a step back as the tension in the air thickened.

The girl with the clear black hair stepped forward, her posture rigid, her eyes darkening with barely contained fury. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice low and hoarse, a dangerous edge creeping into her tone.

Without waiting for a response, she let her mana flare, the air around her becoming heavy with palpable pressure. It was subtle at first, but then it grew, spreading through the inn like a wave. The innkeeper visibly stiffened, her eyes widening in fear as the oppressive force seemed to close in around her, pressing down on her chest and making it hard to breathe.

"You're protecting him," the girl said, her voice cutting through the thick silence, each word dripping with barely restrained anger. "Why?"

The innkeeper, now trembling, tried to maintain her composure, but the intensity of the girl's presence made it nearly impossible. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she struggled to speak. "I… I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her voice cracking under the pressure.

The girl's eyes burned with cold fury as she stepped even closer, the weight of her mana almost suffocating now. "Tell me. Where is Lucavion?"

The innkeeper's trembling intensified, but her lips remained tightly sealed, her fear evident, yet still, she refused to speak a word about Lucavion. Her silence only fueled the girl's anger, and the pressure in the air grew even more suffocating. The flames of her fury flickered just beneath the surface, ready to explode.

But then, in the midst of her fury, the girl suddenly sensed something—a presence. No, not just one, but several. People were approaching the inn, their steps steady and deliberate, cutting through the rainy night.

Her eyes widened for the briefest moment. She had made a mistake. This wasn't her domain, her hometown, where she could act freely. Rackenshore was an unfamiliar place, and she couldn't afford to attract attention—not yet.

With a sharp exhale, she retracted her mana, the oppressive weight lifting from the room. The innkeeper gasped in relief, her legs nearly buckling as she clutched the counter for support, but still, she said nothing.

The girl glanced at her maid, who gave a slight nod of understanding. They both knew they had gone too far.

Just then, the heavy wooden door to the inn swung open with a loud creak. The sound of clinking armor filled the room as the knights from outside entered, their expressions sharp and wary. The same group they had seen questioning the young girl earlier.

One of the knights, a tall man with a grizzled beard and sharp eyes, stepped forward. His gaze flickered to the innkeeper, who was still visibly shaken, before settling on the girl with the black hair.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice stern. "We sensed mana here…."

The maid instinctively stepped forward, shielding her lady ever so slightly, though it was a subtle movement.

"Nothing, sir," the maid replied smoothly, her voice calm and measured. "We were merely asking the innkeeper a question. Perhaps we were a bit too… insistent."

The knight's eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced, but he didn't press the matter immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to the innkeeper. "Is everything all right here?"

The innkeeper, regaining her composure as the oppressive pressure of the girl's mana lifted, took a deep breath. Still visibly shaken, she glanced between the two women before addressing the knight with a shaky but steadying voice.

"These people… they asked about someone. Then, all of a sudden, they started using mana to pressure me," she said, her voice laced with indignation but tempered by lingering fear.

The knight's eyes narrowed at the revelation. His gaze turned steely as he looked at the girl and her maid, clearly weighing the gravity of the situation. The room tensed, the other patrons falling silent, watching the scene unfold.

Before the tension could escalate further, the girl with the clear black hair stepped forward, her movements deliberate and calm. Reaching up, she removed her hood, allowing her black hair to cascade down, revealing her face fully for the first time.

Her striking features were now in full view—sharp, yet undeniably beautiful, her noble bearing unmistakable. Her dark eyes, though still hard, softened just enough as she addressed the knight directly.

"I apologize for my actions," she said, her voice steady, though tinged with a hint of regret. "I made a mistake. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. We've been on the road for a long time, and I'm afraid my patience has worn thin."

The knight, though still on guard, seemed taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor. He glanced over her, noting the finely crafted clothing and the unmistakable air of nobility that surrounded her. This wasn't some common traveler—they were dealing with someone of significant status. His sharp gaze softened slightly, understanding the delicacy of the situation.

He exchanged a brief look with his fellow knights before turning back to her, his expression cautious but no longer confrontational.

"We appreciate your honesty," the knight said, his tone measured. "But be mindful of where you are. Rackenshore may be on the border, but that doesn't mean we tolerate such behavior, even from those of noble blood."

The girl nodded, understanding the subtle warning in his words. "It won't happen again."

The knight, satisfied that the situation wouldn't escalate, gave a short nod. His eyes flickered toward the innkeeper one last time, as if silently confirming she was unharmed, before he stepped back, motioning to his men.

"Let's go," he muttered to his fellow knights. "No need to linger here."

Without further words, the knights turned and left the inn, the tension in the room dissipating as they disappeared through the door.

As the door swung shut behind them, the girl remained still for a moment, her expression unreadable. The maid, sensing her lady's thoughts, quietly moved beside her.

"We should go to our room now," the maid said softly.

The girl gave a single nod, her gaze flicking briefly to the innkeeper, who was still standing behind the counter.

With a last glance at the woman, the two turned and made their way upstairs, leaving the tense moment behind, but….

'He was here.'

The fact that Lucavion was here and the rumors about him were confirmed was enough.

Chapter 167: Andelheim

The city of Andelheim buzzed with life as the sun rose over the towering spires that marked its skyline. People from all corners of the Arcanis Empire flooded the streets, a colorful mix of warriors, merchants, and spectators eager to witness the grand Martial Tournament.

The cobblestone streets were lined with countless stalls, selling everything from shimmering blades to exotic elixirs. The air was thick with the scent of spiced meats grilling over open fires, mingling with the sweet fragrance of rare flowers being sold by traders who had traveled far to be here.

Everywhere you looked, there were warriors. Some carried long, gleaming swords at their hips, their blades catching the light as they walked with purpose.

Others shouldered massive axes, their hulking forms standing out even among the crowd, while others held spears, their polished tips glinting ominously in the morning sun.

These were men and women who had come to Andelheim to carve their names into legend, and their presence alone brought an air of palpable tension.

The tournament, hosted by Marquis Aldrich Ventor, drew not only the strongest from the empire but also those looking to prove themselves.

Whispers of Ventor's prowess as a leader and martial artist spread like wildfire through the crowds. His reputation alone had gathered the elite of the empire and beyond to this grand event.

Merchants shouted over the din, advertising their wares. One stand featured rare beast hides fashioned into protective armor, and another offered mana-infused weapons, promising an edge in the coming battles. Even the alchemists had taken advantage of the opportunity, peddling potions said to enhance strength or speed in combat.

Despite the festive air, the mood was electric with anticipation. Men and women sparred in alleys, their weapons clashing in preparation for the main event.

The streets echoed with the clang of steel, the low hum of mana, and the occasional roar of a warrior testing their strength.

Flags bearing the crest of the Ventor family fluttered atop the highest towers, a reminder of who governed this mighty city. Andelheim, though normally a bustling trade hub, had transformed into a battleground for the ambitious and the strong, with each corner of the city teeming with challengers eager to fight for glory.

Valeria approached the city gates of Andelheim, her heart set on entering quietly and unnoticed. She had not originally intended to draw attention to her status, but the sight before her made her reconsider.

The main entrance was a chaos of bodies and noise, a mass of people crowding the line that stretched far beyond the gate. Commoners, merchants, and even some minor warriors stood impatiently, shuffling forward as the guards meticulously checked each person's identity card. The din of frustration could be heard from the distance, voices raised in complaint as the line moved at a snail's pace.

Valeria's gaze swept over the scene, noting the tired looks on travelers' faces, the slow progress, and the heat of the rising sun already bearing down on the crowd. She sighed inwardly, realizing that waiting here could cost her hours she didn't have.

To the side of the main entrance, a smaller, far less crowded gate stood open, guarded by soldiers wearing the Ventor family crest. This was the noble's entrance, reserved for those of higher standing. A couple of finely dressed individuals rode through, their carriages or horses passing with ease as the guards gave them a cursory glance before waving them forward.

Valeria hesitated for a moment. She had never been one to flaunt her family's name, and she preferred to avoid standing out. But practicality won out over pride. With a subtle tug of her reins, she guided her horse toward the noble gate.

As Valeria approached the noble gate, the guards shifted, their eyes narrowing suspiciously. Traveling alone with her hood drawn over her face made her appear more like a commoner trying to sneak past than a noble.

"Halt," one of the guards called out, stepping forward to block her path. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he eyed her cautiously. "This gate is for nobles and their retinues. You'll need to go to the main entrance."

Valeria frowned beneath her hood but remained calm. She understood the situation—traveling without her knights and with her face hidden, it was no surprise they'd mistaken her for someone trying to bypass the lines. With a graceful movement, she dismounted her horse and reached into her cloak.

"I believe there's been a misunderstanding," she said in a measured tone.

The guards remained vigilant as Valeria withdrew a small, silver-embossed ID card. She held it up, allowing the crest of the Olarion family to catch the morning light. The guard's eyes widened as he quickly recognized the name etched into the card—Valeria Olarion. His expression shifted from suspicion to immediate regret.

"My lady," he stammered, taking a step back and bowing. "Forgive us, we did not recognize you. It was a mistake."

The other guards quickly followed suit, bowing their heads in apology. Valeria, ever composed, simply waved her hand dismissively.

"No harm done," she said, her voice steady and without a hint of irritation. "You're only doing your duty."

The guard straightened, clearly relieved by her understanding. "Thank you, my lady. Please, proceed."

Valeria nodded and remounted her horse, the tension between them dissipating as she entered the city. She glanced back briefly, watching the guards return to their posts. While they had made an error, she appreciated their diligence.

As Valeria entered the city, the bustling streets of Andelheim opened up before her. The sights and sounds were a stark contrast to the quiet roads she had traveled over the past week. Merchants called out to passersby, colorful stalls lined the streets, and the smell of spiced food lingered in the air.

Normally, she might have taken a moment to enjoy the vibrant atmosphere, but fatigue weighed heavily on her.

She had been traveling for days, camping in forests and stopping at small villages along the way. While those brief rests had helped, the aches in her body reminded her just how much a proper bath was needed.

'A bath,' she thought with a sense of longing, 'is exactly what I need right now.'

Her thoughts wandered to the tournament. She had been so focused on getting here that the thought of rest had barely crossed her mind until now. But now that she was in the city, the weight of the journey hit her all at once.

'There's no rush,' she told herself. 'I can register tomorrow. One day of rest won't make a difference.'

Valeria guided her horse through the lively streets, her gaze seeking a suitable inn where she could relax and gather her strength. The tournament could wait until tomorrow.

Now, all she needed was a quiet room, a warm bath, and a moment of peace.

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'How refreshing….'

The warm bathwater had worked wonders, easing the tension from her muscles and washing away the grime of travel. Valeria sighed contentedly as she stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself in a thick towel. Her skin tingled pleasantly from the heat, and for the first time in days, she felt truly relaxed.

'This is exactly what I needed,' she thought as she dried herself off, her gaze drifting to the quiet room she had rented in the inn. It wasn't the most luxurious place, but after so many days on the road, it felt like a palace.

After changing into more comfortable clothes—a simple tunic and trousers—she ran her fingers through her damp hair, feeling the heaviness of her earlier worries melt away, if only for a moment.

Her decision to take the tournament on alone still weighed on her, but now, with her body rejuvenated, she felt more grounded. She could face whatever lay ahead.

For now, though, she needed something else: food.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it had been far too long since she had eaten a proper meal. The small rations she had consumed during her journey had kept her going, but now, the thought of a warm, hearty meal was all she could think about.

Valeria left her room, pulling on a light cloak as she made her way down the inn's hallway and out into the bustling streets of Andelheim.

The city was alive with activity, the tournament drawing in people from all walks of life. Stalls and shops lined the streets, their vendors calling out to passersby, offering everything from roasted meats to exotic fruits.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of spices and freshly baked bread, making her mouth water. She let herself wander, taking in the sights and sounds of the city.

It was a vibrant place, filled with energy and excitement, and Valeria found herself enjoying the atmosphere despite the weight of the tournament looming in the back of her mind.

The tantalizing smells of roasted meats and freshly baked bread filled the air, making her stomach rumble in protest. She hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and the hunger gnawing at her was impossible to ignore. Yet, despite the enticing aromas, she found herself hesitating.

This was unfamiliar territory for her. Normally, when she was out on the road, her right-hand knight, Elthen, would handle all the logistics, including meals.

She had never been the one to decide where to eat or how to spend money. It wasn't that she didn't know how to take care of herself—she'd been trained in every discipline a knight needed—but it was the simple, mundane tasks like this that left her unsure.

Her father's words echoed in her mind. "A knight does not indulge in worldly pleasures. Discipline is the foundation of knighthood. Spend wisely, act with honor, and avoid frivolous pursuits."

Valeria frowned, her steps slowing as she glanced around at the bustling food stalls. Was this considered indulgence? Was she betraying the discipline instilled in her by even contemplating spending money on something as simple as food from a market vendor?

Her stomach growled again, more insistently this time, as if answering her question. She couldn't exactly starve, could she? Yet, the thought lingered. Knights were supposed to be above such earthly desires. They lived for duty, not for comfort.

But then, was finding a meal after days of travel truly indulgence? She wasn't seeking pleasure; she was seeking sustenance.

'It's just food,' she thought to herself, trying to silence the doubts swirling in her mind. 'I'm not being wasteful. I need this.'

Yet, while she thought of this, for some reason, that infuriating guy's face popped up.