Chapter 653 - Finally
Irina sat across from her mother at the long dining table, the morning sun filtering through the Emberheart estate's towering windows, casting a chill despite its warmth.
The scent of freshly baked bread and honey lingered in the air, but Irina felt no appetite. After days spent enduring the brutal trials in the Chamber of Emberheart, her body still ached, though it had become stronger in ways even she hadn't anticipated.
But none of it seemed to matter under her mother's gaze.
The Matriarch of the Emberheart family sat silently at the head of the table, her posture impeccable, eyes cold as they regarded her daughter. The faintest twitch of her lips hinted at disapproval. Irina kept her own gaze focused on the table, her fingers poised around her teacup, waiting for her mother's judgment—an inevitable ritual with every achievement, no matter how hard-won.
"Is this all?" her mother finally said, her voice a quiet blade cutting through the silence.
Irina's grip on her cup tightened, but she forced herself to keep her expression neutral. She knew her mother's expectations well enough by now, yet some part of her had hoped—foolishly—that this time, the strength she'd gained would be enough.
"I completed the Chamber's trials," Irina replied, her voice steady but edged with a restrained frustration. "My reserves have nearly doubled. I've learned the Emberheart Flame Cascade technique. I know it doesn't mean anything yet, but it's progress."
Her mother's gaze didn't waver, and she made no attempt to mask the unimpressed look on her face. "Progress?" she echoed, her tone laced with subtle disdain. "Is that what you call it? You may have endured the Chamber, Irina, but a flame that flickers under pressure is not enough. You will need more than mere progress if you are to carry our name."
The words hit Irina harder than she wanted to admit. For anyone else, surviving the Chamber would have been a mark of accomplishment, but for her mother, it was simply the bare minimum.
"I'm not finished," Irina replied, meeting her mother's gaze with a defiance that simmered beneath her calm expression. "I know what's expected of me, Mother. I'm not asking for approval, just a moment to catch my breath."
A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corners of the Matriarch's mouth. "Approval? You still misunderstand. This is not about approval—it is about readiness." She reached for her tea, letting a measured silence fall between them before continuing. "Do you think your opponents will wait for you to 'catch your breath'? They won't care if you're tired or in pain. You'll either be prepared or you'll be eliminated."
Irina bit back a retort, refusing to let her frustration surface. "I'm well aware of that, Mother. But even you didn't master the Emberheart legacy overnight."
Her mother's eyes sharpened a subtle challenge flashing in them. "I was not distracted by trivial attachments," she replied a clear jab at the connections Irina had made outside their family. "The Emberheart name demands full devotion. You're distracted by those who will only weaken you."
There it was—the criticism that lingered behind every reprimand, every cold look. Irina kept her gaze steady, though the words stung deeper than any training wound.
"Those connections aren't a weakness," Irina countered, keeping her tone measured. "If anything, they've strengthened me."
Her mother's expression remained unchanged, save for the faintest crease of disapproval. "Strengthened? You allow your emotions to cloud your judgment. Sentiment will only drag you down."
The silence thickened, and Irina felt her pulse quicken, anger flickering beneath her calm exterior. She had fought, sacrificed, and bled, all to live up to her family's impossible standards—and still, it was never enough.
The Matriarch's gaze remained fixed on Irina, sharp as ever, her expression unreadable. At Irina's question, "Is that all, Mother?" she simply shook her head, a subtle gesture that sent a wave of tension through the air. Irina's pulse quickened, the silence amplifying her anticipation.
But instead of continuing her reprimand, the Matriarch tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as if examining something beneath the surface. "'That boy,'" she began, her tone deceptively casual. "I remember instructing you to invite him here."
Irina's reaction was subtle but unmistakable—a small, defiant smile brightening her face. She no longer bothered to hide the connection, knowing well that her mother, with all her influence and resources, would discover any hidden ties regardless. There was no point in subterfuge; the truth lay bare between them, and Irina had chosen to meet it head-on.
"Yes, Mother," Irina replied, her tone calm yet tinged with an unmistakable edge of satisfaction. "Just as you requested, I have called him here. He will be taking the portal today."
The Matriarch's expression flickered, a hint of intrigue briefly breaking through her icy façade. "Hmm...he will be taking the portal, today, you say?"
The Matriarch's eyes narrowed, her sharp gaze honing in on her daughter with a renewed intensity. So, she thought, this is what you meant by 'requesting free time today.'
It was evident. The moment Irina mentioned that "the boy" would be taking the portal to Etheria Haven, the pieces had fallen into place. Irina's subtle smile, her unusual request for personal time—it all led to one conclusion. She intended to meet him, to personally welcome Astron upon his arrival.
The Matriarch's voice cut through the air, laced with a chilly edge. "You've requested free time today, and he just so happens to be arriving… today?" She leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. "I assume you realize how transparent that looks, Irina."
Irina's smile didn't falter. She held her mother's gaze, a hint of defiance sparking in her eyes. "Yes, Mother. I'm aware."
The Matriarch's lips pressed into a thin line, her displeasure evident. "So you mean to show everyone your… connection to him. You intend to let it be seen—this attachment of yours?"
Irina's expression remained calm, but her tone carried an undeniable strength. "He is mine, mother. Someone who will be on my side, and the same for me. My loyalty to him isn't a weakness; it's a choice. One I won't hide."
The Matriarch's fingers tapped lightly on the table, her gaze growing colder. "Your choices are becoming increasingly bold, Irina. But remember, every connection you make binds you. And the Emberheart legacy cannot afford bonds that weigh it down."
Irina's gaze didn't waver as she met her mother's cold, scrutinizing stare. "Then perhaps, Mother, when he arrives, you can see him yourself," she said, her tone unwavering. "I'd wager you may regret those words once you do."
The Matriarch's eyes flashed, a faint smile curling at the edges of her mouth. It was a smile devoid of warmth, one that held a glint of both irritation and amusement. "Regret?" she replied, her voice laced with ice. "I don't regret anything I do, Irina. That is the Emberheart way. It is the reason I took control of this family and built it into what it is today."
Her mother leaned back, her expression darkening as she recalled her own rise to power. "In my youth, I fought for succession with my siblings, clawing my way to this seat. I did whatever was necessary to secure our legacy. I have no regrets, no matter the price. And I expect the same resilience from you."
Irina held her ground, a flicker of defiance still in her eyes. But she knew better than to press further. Her mother's ascent had been built on calculated choices, many of them ruthless. The Matriarch expected her to follow the same path, to be unyielding, unshaken by sentiment.
The Matriarch's faint smile faded, her expression hardening as she eyed Irina with a touch of annoyance. "But understand this," she continued, her tone sharp and unforgiving, "even if I did wish to see this boy, I must uphold the dignity of this family."
She leaned forward, her gaze narrowing with a cold fire. "The heir of the Emberheart family does not lower herself to welcome someone of no standing. It is unacceptable for you to go there yourself, and I expect you to understand that."
Irina's jaw clenched, the familiar frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. Her mother's words were a reminder of the rigid expectations placed upon her—a constant weight, a line that could not be crossed without consequence.
But that did not mean she did not have her own argument.
Irina's gaze sharpened, a flicker of challenge lighting her eyes as she met her mother's unyielding stare. Her tone was calm, yet there was an undeniable edge to it as she replied, "That might be the case, Mother… for someone who is weak. But for someone with true talent, the act of receiving him in person demonstrates strength—a declaration of whom he stands with, and to whom he owes his loyalty."
The Matriarch's expression didn't soften, but she didn't interrupt, her eyes narrowing as Irina continued.
"Anyone can bow to a lion when it's fully grown, acknowledging its power once it's already risen. But the one who claims its loyalty, who earns its respect, is the one who stood beside it when it was just a cub. That's the respect that matters, and that's what I want from him."
For a moment, silence reigned between them, thick and charged with unspoken tension. Irina had spoken boldly, and she knew her mother would not appreciate the comparison—or her challenge to the Emberheart traditions.
"You have indeed grown up."
The Matriarch's faint smile remained, her gaze shifting from cold disapproval to a glimmer of curiosity. Irina's words had been bold, brimming with conviction, and the Matriarch couldn't ignore the fierce loyalty her daughter displayed toward this boy. It was unusual—and intriguing.
"You speak of him with such certainty, Irina," she said, her tone softer but no less calculating. "You've shown a tenacity I have rarely seen, even within our family. Perhaps there is something to this boy, after all."
Irina felt a faint sense of victory, but she kept her expression steady, waiting for her mother's response.
"Very well," the Matriarch continued. "I will allow you to do as you please this time. Go, welcome him as you wish." She leaned back, her eyes narrowing, the coldness in them returning with a sharp edge. "But mark this: if he fails to meet my expectations, if he proves to be anything less than what you so adamantly promise… I will not tolerate a disgrace. Not again."
Her words were a thinly veiled threat, each syllable laced with the weight of Emberheart tradition and the ruthless expectations she held over her daughter. Irina knew well the implications. Her mother was granting her the freedom she sought, but only on the understanding that failure would bring consequences—and that her mother would not hesitate to cut any ties that weakened their legacy.
"I understand, Mother," Irina replied, her voice steady. "I know the weight of the Emberheart name, and I assure you, he will not be a disappointment."
The Matriarch's expression softened, but only slightly, a hint of approval in her gaze. "See that he isn't. I will be watching."
Irina inclined her head, respectful but resolute. She turned to leave, her heart racing but her mind focused. She had won a small victory, but she knew this was only the beginning. Astron would need to prove himself worthy, not just to her but to her mother and the entire Emberheart legacy.
'Well, he is more than enough for this.'
Chapter 654 - Finally (2)
Irina's steps were light as she left the dining room, her heart lifting in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. The cold, lingering tension of her breakfast with the Matriarch seemed to fade behind her, replaced by a rare sense of satisfaction.
'Well,' she thought, a small, triumphant smile pulling at her lips, 'it appears Mother underestimated me today.'
Her gaze wandered through the grand, silent corridors of the Emberheart mansion, the echoes of her footsteps a steady rhythm that matched her thoughts. She had known from the beginning that her mother would see through her intentions, the subtle maneuvering that allowed her to "request" free time without suspicion. But that was exactly why she had led the conversation there, planting the idea firmly in her mother's mind before broaching her true desire—to meet Astron in person, without subterfuge or deceit.
'Why hide what can be set in plain view?' she mused, feeling the thrill of her victory. 'If he's going to stand by me, then let it be known from the start.'
It was a risk, certainly, but one she was willing to take. As she ascended the winding staircase leading to her wing, she felt the weight of her decision settle comfortably on her shoulders, blending with her confidence. Her mother's words, though laced with warning, had also hinted at a reluctant respect for her choice. Irina would carry that small victory forward, making it the foundation for everything that would follow.
'Mother may be ruthless,' she thought, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, 'but she respects strength. And today, I showed her a glimpse of mine.'
Reaching her room, she pushed open the door, stepping into the quiet sanctuary she had crafted for herself. The heavy wood closed behind her with a satisfying thud, sealing her off from the rest of the mansion, and she allowed herself a deep breath. For the first time since her grueling days in the Chamber of Emberheart, she felt a calm wash over her.
'So, he'll be here soon.'
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She moved toward the window, gazing out over the estate's vast grounds, her mind drifting to Astron. In the darkness of the Chamber, when her strength had been tested to its limit, she'd often found herself thinking of him—of the quiet reassurance his presence offered, a strength that complemented her own.
'I really had been waiting for the whole month….' she told herself, her gaze steady on the horizon. 'I've trained, endured, sacrificed. And now, I'll finally have him.'
Irina lingered by the window, the faint warmth spreading through her chest as she thought of Astron, and how soon he'd be here.
But she wouldn't let herself dwell on the feeling for long. She had a task to complete, and sentiment was no excuse for negligence. She'd waited a full month to see him, but she wanted to make sure she was ready to greet him with the poise her family demanded—on her terms.
Turning away from the window, she approached the tall mirror that hung in the corner of her room. Her reflection looked back at her, bearing the faint marks of her grueling training.
Dark lashes framed her sharp gaze, and her hair, though tied up, fell in disarray, a reminder of the exhaustion she'd barely had time to shake off. She traced her fingers through the loose strands and considered what she'd need to do.
'No extravagant makeup, just enough to look… presentable,' she thought, tilting her head slightly. Extravagance wasn't her style, nor did it fit the meeting she had planned. She wanted him to see her as she was, not hidden behind layers of paint. Still, a touch of refinement couldn't hurt; it had been a long time since she'd seen him in person.
Just then, a gentle knock sounded on her door.
"Enter," Irina called, her voice calm and steady.
The door opened, and Esme stepped in, her demeanor as composed and respectful as always. Irina had called her earlier, knowing the maid's practiced hands could bring out a polish that matched the Emberheart standards without overwhelming her natural features.
"Good morning, Lady Irina," Esme greeted, giving a slight bow.
Irina nodded, stepping back from the mirror and gesturing to the chair by her vanity. "I'd like to keep things subtle. I don't want an elaborate look."
Esme nodded, understanding the instruction immediately. "Of course, Lady Irina. A simple, refined look. I'll ensure it's perfect."
As she sat down, Irina allowed herself a final, fleeting thought of Astron. Soon, he would see her again—not just as the Emberheart heiress, but as someone who had endured for his sake as well as her own.
The girl she had once been, trying to meet her mother's impossible expectations, was gone. She was different now—stronger, sharper, and fully prepared to stand at his side.
'After all,' she mused, watching her reflection as Esme began gathering her hair with quiet precision, 'this is just the beginning.'
*******
The next morning, the hotel lobby was quiet as I made my way to the front desk, the remnants of last night's calm lingering within me. The clerk greeted me with the same polite smile, the faintest hint of that familiar blush creeping back onto her face as she handed over the final bill.
"Thank you for staying with us, Mr. Natusalune," she said, her voice steady despite the soft pink in her cheeks.
I nodded, settled the bill without much thought, and made my way outside, the cool morning air a refreshing contrast to the hotel's warmth.
My stay here had been comfortable, and though it served its purpose, it was time to move on. The quiet wouldn't last long—not with the Void Dragon's death out there waiting to be noticed.
Outside, I flagged down a taxi, the driver giving a brief nod as he pulled over to the curb. I slipped into the back seat and handed over 100 Valer, settling the fare before we even began. A quiet transaction, and the driver barely looked at me as he pocketed the payment and started the car.
"To the city center," I said simply, leaning back as the vehicle eased into motion, weaving through the early morning traffic. The streets of Jarden City passed by in a blur of bustling shops opening for the day, people on their way to work, and the muted hum of morning activity.
–DING!
Just then, I suddenly got a notification from my watch. I glanced down, noting the sender's name—Kieran. The name alone brought a sense of satisfaction, a confirmation that the plan was already in motion.
Kieran had proven himself more than capable, displaying a talent I rarely encountered. His skill with enchantments, his understanding of mana, and his adaptability all spoke to a level of genius I couldn't afford to overlook. Having tested him, and seen his precision and dedication firsthand, I'd already decided to establish a firmer connection.
The watch continued to hum softly with the incoming call. I tapped to answer, leaning back in my seat as the city scenery blurred outside the window. "Kieran."
There was a slight crackle before his voice came through, laced with an unmistakable eagerness. "Morning, Astron. I have something new to show you—the adjustments we discussed. I think you'll be... pleasantly surprised."
I inclined my head slightly, keeping my voice calm. "Show me what you have in mind."
On the other end, Kieran didn't waste a second. A faint hum through the line was followed by the flickering glow of a hologram generated on my watch screen. The display flickered, then solidified, revealing the outline of a sleek, compact vehicle with streamlined edges and a sturdy frame.
"This is what I've been working on," Kieran began, the excitement clear in his voice. "A foldable transport, as per your request. Here's the concept in compact form. It collapses down to fit within a spatial compartment you can carry without trouble."
I studied the hologram carefully, noting the intricacies of the design. Kieran had gone beyond just functionality—every inch of the vehicle looked optimized for both speed and efficiency as if he'd calculated each contour for minimal resistance.
"Impressive," I commented, and his enthusiasm seemed to double.
"Glad you think so. Now, I've been experimenting with a dual-mana core setup." He paused, letting that detail sink in. "This will allow the vehicle to self-charge if it's parked in mana-rich zones. One core would handle standard propulsion, but the second core could boost acceleration when you need a quick escape. This feature would double the speed for a short burst."
I leaned closer, intrigued. "And the handling? I need it to respond without lag, regardless of the terrain."
Kieran nodded eagerly. "Ah, yes—that's where I need your input. To make it adaptable, I can use either adaptive stabilizers or an enchantment that senses terrain. The stabilizers would adjust the frame physically, while the enchantment would let it shift on a micro-level, adjusting traction and balance almost instantaneously."
I considered it, weighing the advantages. "Enchantment. It'll keep the weight lower and ensure responsiveness. What about its durability?"
A faint smirk crossed Kieran's face in the hologram projection. "Glad you asked. I planned for high-grade Kalisium alloy—light enough to avoid weighing you down but resilient to most attacks. It can withstand heavy impacts, so you won't need to worry about it failing mid-use."
I met his gaze through the screen, a glint of approval in my eyes. "You've covered every detail."
It was indeed really impressive that he would be working with this.
'But, something doesn't feel that right.'
I observed the hologram of the vehicle intently, letting the structure and details settle into my mind. The design was sound, with its efficient build and dual-mana core system giving it flexibility and power. But as I mentally envisioned its framework, something felt… incomplete.
'What if it could be more adaptive?'
The thought crossed my mind as I imagined the vehicle bending, shifting its shape with ease. In my mind's eye, I saw it transform seamlessly for different terrains, adapting to environments with a fluidity that no fixed structure could achieve.
Chapter 655 - Finally (3)
'What if it could be more adaptive?'
The answer was clear.
Morphium.
When I was first thinking about this matter, the material that came to my mind was Morphium—a rare, highly versatile metal capable of adjusting form instantly, blending with other compounds to enhance durability while allowing a controlled, shape-shifting ability. With Morphium woven into the design, the vehicle wouldn't just withstand harsh terrains; it would mold to them.
But I kept my thoughts to myself, letting the idea simmer. Kieran had come a long way with his concept, and I wanted him to complete his current design before introducing this layer of complexity. Pushing him too soon might disrupt his focus, and there was no point in suggesting Morphium until he'd perfected the initial prototype.
'Dealing with Morphium is not something that any engineer has been able to do so far. It was only that old man….that I had seen creating a weapon like Celestalith.'
The idea of Morphium lingered in my mind, its potential undeniable. I'd seen it used only once before–who'd somehow managed to forge the rare metal into a weapon that could change form at will, an artifact as unique as it was powerful.
That old man had also created my weapon, Celestalith, a weapon that few could comprehend, let alone replicate. His knowledge of Morphium's nuances had been unparalleled.
But Kieran wasn't ready for that level of complexity. Introducing Morphium now might overshadow his own creativity, guiding him down a path that was, ultimately, not his own. Inspiration had a fragile nature; revealing Morphium's capabilities too soon could close off the avenues he might otherwise explore. Kieran had the potential to innovate, to forge something unique from his own experience with mana cores and adaptive enchantments. And if he could, it would open doors—not just for himself, but for the entire Federation.
If Kieran developed his own solution to adaptability, it could pave the way for more accessible, practical models for Federation use. And, in the long run, that accessibility might lead to advancements far beyond the elite few who could wield Morphium. It was better this way, to let him find his footing and discover his own path.
I leaned back, the cityscape outside blurring past. Kieran's eagerness to refine his prototype was promising. I'd wait and see where his ideas led.
Kieran's voice brought me back from my thoughts. "Well, that's all for now," he said, his tone tinged with lingering excitement. "I'll call you when I've finished the prototype or if I have any questions along the way."
I nodded, keeping my expression calm but allowing a hint of approval to seep through. "I'll be waiting."
"Got it," Kieran replied, a faint grin in his voice. The line clicked, and the hologram faded from my watch screen, leaving only the faint glow of the city's early morning light filtering into the cab.
As the call ended, I let my gaze linger on the watch for a moment longer, thoughts swirling. Kieran's progress was impressive, and his enthusiasm was both refreshing and rare. Given time and space, he'd undoubtedly surprise me further—and that was precisely what I intended to see.
The driver glanced back at me, catching my eye in the rearview mirror as I ended the call. Like most professionals, he'd activated the privacy formation the moment the call came in. It was a standard courtesy—an ambient barrier that kept conversations within the passenger area completely private. As useful as it was, it also served as a reminder of how far privacy measures had come here in the Federation.
Soon enough, we reached the city center. I slipped out of the taxi, giving the driver a nod, then turned toward the large structure that dominated the area: the Teleportation Center. It loomed like a fortress of smooth stone and glass, humming faintly with the energy of hundreds of interconnected portals leading to cities across the Federation.
With my business here concluded, Arcadia City was my next stop.
The Center's doors slid open as I approached, revealing a bustling lobby filled with travelers, traders, and guild representatives waiting to warp. I approached the main console
I made my way through the lobby, weaving past clusters of travelers and merchants who lingered by the ticketing desks. Reaching the counter, I presented my ID to the personnel—a young woman with a sharp gaze and a practiced efficiency in her movements. She glanced down at my ID, her eyes flickering over the insignia of the Arcadia Hunter Academy.
"Ah, a cadet," she said, nodding as she swiped the ID through her console. "Teleportation to Arcadia City is free for Academy cadets. Let me print your ticket, Mr. Natusalune."
A faint beep signaled my ID's confirmation, and within moments, she handed me the ticket. She pressed a button, speaking into her communicator. "A12, please escort Mr. Natusalune to Gate 3."
Almost immediately, another personnel—a tall man with the designation A12 embroidered on his uniform—appeared from a nearby corridor. He gave me a courteous nod.
"Mr. Natusalune, please follow me," he said, his tone polite but brisk. Without another word, he led me through the bustling crowd toward a row of portals, each one glowing faintly with mana as they prepared for their next wave of travelers.
At Gate 3, he paused, nodding as he verified the details on my ticket. "The portal to Arcadia City is ready. Once you step through, you'll arrive in the Capital's main Teleportation Hub."
I gave him a nod of acknowledgment, stepping onto the gate platform as its ambient energy pulsed beneath my feet. I could feel the familiar hum of mana intensifying, aligning to send me directly to the heart of the Federation.
With a final glance around the Teleportation Center, I stepped forward. The world dissolved in a flash of light, and the familiar sensation of spatial displacement took over as I left Jarden City behind, moving through dimensions toward Arcadia City.
As the teleportation light faded, the familiar sights and sounds of Arcadia City came into view. I stepped off the platform, the grand hall around me bustling with travelers, guild members, and officials from all walks of life. Arcadia City's Teleportation Hall always had a lively hum, filled with the buzz of mana, chatter, and the occasional flash of portal light.
I left the hall, crossing into the open streets where the crisp morning air met me. After the intensity of the past few days, the familiar sights of the city felt grounding, a reminder of the world beyond battles and objectives. I took a short walk to a nearby café, tucked into a quiet corner on the main street, its charm understated but cozy. Perfect for a moment of calm before my next move.
The moment I settled in and ordered a drink, my mind drifted to the Emberheart Family. Soon enough, I'd be visiting their estate—a prospect that carried both opportunity and complication.
Heeding the promise to Irina was one part of it, and perhaps the simplest.
The other, more strategic reason, lay in their armory, a treasure trove containing some of the most powerful artifacts and enchanted weaponry in the Dominion.
The Emberhearts were one of the six pillar families of the Arcadia Dominion, a small but influential country that thrived on magical advancement. While not expansive in the land, the Dominion was renowned for its magical prowess, and its capital, Etheria Haven, was its crown jewel.
Etheria Haven wasn't just a city; it was a hub where magic permeated every corner, where scholars, mages, and adventurers alike gathered in search of power and knowledge. In a place like that, the Emberhearts held significant weight.
'But Arcadia Dominion isn't part of the Federation,' I reminded myself. Getting into Etheria Haven wasn't as straightforward as teleporting between Federation cities. Entering an independent country meant paperwork, permissions, and a credible reference. While Arcadia Hunter Academy's status opened many doors, it wasn't a blank check for crossing international borders.
'Well…..The invitation from the Emberheart Family is enough…..'
I thought, glancing down at the confirmation slip Irina had arranged. With their influence in Arcadia Dominion, the process was smooth—practically effortless on my end. Irina had handled every detail, securing the permissions and filling out the paperwork without so much as a reminder to me.
For an outsider, gaining access to Etheria Haven was typically a lengthy ordeal, reserved for high-ranking mages, scholars, or those with verifiable contributions to magic studies. But with the Emberhearts pulling the strings, everything had fallen neatly into place
However, there was one condition: limited access to the teleportation gate. Even with Irina's preparations, it would only open at set times, and my slot wasn't until 1 P.M. A sensible precaution, considering Arcadia Dominion's wariness of outside influence. For now, that meant time to spare.
Settling back into my seat at the café, I pulled out a book I'd recently acquired on [Psychic Magic]. The subject was often overlooked, but it had its merits—especially when one delved into the subtler aspects of manipulation, communication, and influence.
Though not directly tied to my abilities, I was keen on integrating aspects of it into my techniques.
The book's title, "The Mind's Labyrinth," hinted at its depth. I flipped through the pages, my attention drawn to sections on mental fortification and projection. Psychic Magic relied on tapping into the mind's inherent energy, creating extensions of thought and will that could influence, shield, or even alter perceptions. Useful for encounters with those less versed in mental defenses, as well as situations requiring discretion.
'Mental fortification… useful,' I noted, scanning a passage on shielding one's consciousness. Psychic Magic was less about raw power and more about control, intention, and precision—qualities I valued in any discipline. The text spoke of layers within the mind, comparing it to a labyrinth. By understanding each layer, a practitioner could manipulate not only their own thoughts but those of others, constructing barriers, illusions, and projections.
I let myself sink into the book, page after page detailing techniques and practices for honing these mental abilities. The hours passed quietly, the faint chatter and ambient noise of the café providing a steady backdrop. When I glanced up at the clock, it was nearing noon, and a reminder to head to the teleportation gate soon ticked into my mind.
*******
And then, following that the time came.
–RING!
With my smartwatch ringing.
Chapter 656 - Finally (4)
Irina leaned back in her seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery as the vehicle glided smoothly along the path toward the Teleportation Center in Etheria Haven.
Her attire was meticulously chosen—a simple yet elegant ensemble in deep ember and charcoal tones, hinting at her family's legacy without the usual intensity.
Her hair, styled just enough to appear refined but understated, felt right for the occasion. It was exactly what she'd wanted: presentable without the overt glamor her mother might have insisted upon.
With each passing moment, her anticipation grew. She couldn't deny the way her pulse quickened, the faint sense of exhilaration that made the journey seem both endless and fleeting.
'Almost there,' she thought, glancing down at her smartwatch. A small smile tugged at her lips as she opened the messaging app and began typing.
Irina:
"You're ready, aren't you? Waiting close to the Teleportation Center in Arcadia?"
She watched as the screen indicated that he was typing a response, a flicker of warmth sparking in her chest. It had been a while since she'd been able to simply reach out to him like this, to communicate without the barriers of family or duty.
Astron:
"Yes, just outside the center."
Irina rolled her eyes, a soft laugh escaping her despite herself. Even through text, his calm, slightly teasing tone came through, grounding her in the familiarity of his presence.
Irina:
"What are you doing?"
Astron:
"Reading a book."
Irina stared at his last message, the casualness of it settling in her mind in an oddly irritating way.
Reading a book?
she thought, almost scoffing. Here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart pounding, barely containing her anticipation. And he was waiting there… reading? Calm and composed, as if this were just another day for him.
'Of course, he'd be completely unbothered,' she mused, feeling a prickling annoyance. She almost felt foolish for how much she'd prepared, the time she'd spent thinking about this moment. Meanwhile, he was just… reading a book.
'You're the one making this a big deal,' she reminded herself, but it did little to settle her frustration. It was exactly like him to be so unaffected, always so calm and detached. And yet, it only made her determination grow—to surprise him, to see even the smallest flicker of something different in his expression when he saw her standing there instead of some random agent.
Irina:
"Good, then. The agent there will handle everything when you arrive on this end."
She couldn't help but smirk slightly, knowing she'd be the one waiting for him, not some faceless envoy. It was her decision, after all, to take control, to ensure that she'd be the one by his side the moment he stepped through the portal. But there was no need for him to know that just yet.
Astron:
"Understood. I'll see you soon, then."
Her thumb hovered over the screen, almost tempted to add something more, but she stopped herself, closing the messaging app and setting her smartwatch down with a satisfied huff.
'Heh…..Let's see the face you will make when you see me….'
Irina was excited.
********
At around 12:30, the faint ring of my smartwatch interrupted the silence, pulling me out of the mental labyrinth I'd been exploring. I glanced at the caller ID—
Lyra Fendral,
one of the Emberheart Family's assistants. Irina must have arranged for her to escort me to Etheria Haven.
I tapped to answer, leaning back as her voice came through, calm and professional. "Mr. Natusalune, this is Lora Fendral from the Emberheart Family. I'll be handling your transport to Etheria Haven. Could you let me know where you are currently?"
I glanced around the café, a relaxed smile from habit as I took in the surroundings. "I'm at the Arcane Oak Café, near the Teleportation Center," I replied.
"Understood," she answered promptly. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Please wait there."
The call ended, and I returned to my book, skimming the last few passages I'd been studying on mental fortification.
Control, intention, precision,
I reminded myself. These principles applied well beyond psychic magic—they were keys to survival and advantage in any setting.
Moments later, a figure entered the café, her posture straight and expression composed. Lora was tall, with a calm presence that conveyed both discipline and confidence, her attire formal yet efficient, suited for the duties of a high-ranking family's assistant. She scanned the room briefly before her eyes settled on me, and she approached with a polite nod.
"Mr. Natusalune," she greeted, her tone even but respectful.
'Indeed the same reaction….'
As Lora greeted me, I caught the faintest stammer in her voice, almost unnoticeable—a subtle tremor as her gaze met mine. She quickly masked it, her professionalism reasserting itself, but it didn't escape my notice.
That reaction had become all too familiar ever since my charm had spiked; it was expected, almost routine by now. I gave no indication that I'd noticed, merely returning her nod with a calm, neutral expression.
But a faint, unexpected excitement stirred within me as we left the café. A thought crept in, one I hadn't anticipated: how would Irina react when she saw me again?
The last time we'd met, things had been different. Now, with this new face—one that seemed to draw people in effortlessly—I couldn't help but wonder how she would respond. She wasn't the type to be easily swayed, but this was no ordinary shift.
'With the increase in charm, would she even notice?'
I mused, feeling the slightest hint of curiosity mixing with the growing anticipation.
'There is no way, she doesn't…..'
Irina's reaction would be worth noting, at the very least.
Lora led the way through the bustling street toward the Teleportation Center, her pace brisk and efficient. She kept her gaze forward, saying little as we walked, perhaps determined not to betray any further reaction.
But I could still sense her occasional, fleeting glances as if she was caught between curiosity and the restraint her position required.
As we approached the Teleportation Center, Lora broke the silence, her tone composed and reassuring. "Mr. Natusalune, I'll be handling all the documents and permissions for our travel to Etheria Haven, so there's no need for you to worry about any formalities," she said, glancing briefly in my direction. "The entire process should take no more than fifteen minutes."
I nodded, appreciating her efficiency. We entered the grand hall, and as expected, the teleportation area dedicated to Arcadia Dominion had drawn quite a crowd. A long line of travelers, each waiting for the standard spatial storage inspection, wound its way toward the security checkpoint.
This process was mandatory for nearly everyone heading into the Dominion—arcane items and other enchanted goods were tightly controlled.
–Nearly everyone
, that is.
Lora directed me to a separate, less obvious pathway that led toward a discreet section at the back of the teleportation area. Here, the crowds thinned, and the only people present were either high-ranking officials or trusted individuals under the authority of the Dominion's pillar families. A guard in sleek, enchanted armor stood by the entrance, his stance alert but unintrusive. He looked up as we approached, noting Lora with a slight nod.
Without a word, Lora produced her ID card, the Emberheart family crest gleaming subtly on its surface. The guard examined it for a moment before stepping aside, gesturing us through with a respectful nod.
"This way, please," Lora said, her professionalism never wavering. She led me down a short corridor, bypassing the main inspection area entirely. I took in the process, noting the efficiency and the understated security Emberheart's influence afforded me. These were the privileges of association with one of Arcadia Dominion's elite families.
As we moved past the initial checkpoint, another line awaited us, shorter but nonetheless present—a reminder that even the Emberheart Family, with all their influence, couldn't circumvent every procedure.
This checkpoint was purely for document verification, an agreement that had been solidified by the Council of Magic to ensure that everyone, regardless of status, adhered to certain protocols. Etheria Haven's gates didn't open for just anyone without strict documentation.
'In the game, it was also the same for the player.'
Ethan would also go through the same procedure, regardless of whether the player was closer to Seraphine or Irina.
Lora glanced at me briefly, sensing my awareness of the situation. "This will only take a little," she informed, her tone maintaining its professional calm.
The line moved steadily, each person ahead of us presenting identification and entry documents to a group of officials stationed behind a desk.
When our turn came, Lora handed over a neatly organized bundle of documents to the official at the counter. The Emberheart crest caught his attention immediately, his demeanor shifting to one of careful respect as he scanned through each page.
"Emberheart Family authorization," he murmured to himself as he read, nodding in approval before marking the documents with a glowing seal. His gaze flickered briefly to me, curiosity in his eyes, but he offered no comment beyond a professional, "Everything is in order. Welcome to Arcadia Dominion, Mr. Natusalune."
With the final approval in hand, Lora led me toward the portal room where the gate to Etheria Haven was prepped and ready. The room's ambient hum of mana grew stronger as we approached, a testament to the level of magical prowess maintained within the Dominion's capital.
Lora paused at the portal, giving me a slight nod. "Once you step through, the Emberheart Family will be informed of your arrival. Thank you for your patience, Mr. Natusalune."
"Understood."
Without further delay, I stepped onto the portal platform, feeling the mana gather around me, dense and charged with purpose.
A moment later, the familiar tug of teleportation took hold, drawing me through the dimensional boundary and straight into the heart of Etheria Haven.
The teleportation process felt slightly different this time, a faint but undeniable shift in the mana currents that tugged me forward.
The sensation was both familiar and strange, a subtle reminder that the gate to Etheria Haven wasn't an ordinary transport link. It had a depth to it, a resonance that hinted at the arcane layers woven into the very fabric of the portal.
And then, in a flash, I arrived.
As I stepped onto solid ground, the first thing I noticed was the mana. It was everywhere—dense, vibrant, and potent, saturating the air itself. Unlike any other place, the atmosphere here was thick with power, each breath filled with a faint charge that tingled against my skin.
Countless streams of mana in different hues and signatures coursed around me, almost as if the entire capital pulsed with its own lifeblood.
'So, this is the heart of Etheria Haven,'
I thought, taking a moment to absorb the unique energy.
All around, people moved with purpose, their robes and attire marking them as scholars, mages, and various other practitioners of magic.
There was an air of quiet authority, a disciplined focus that distinguished the inhabitants here from those in other regions.
Many walked with the kind of calm intensity that spoke of years spent in study, research, or magical refinement.
'Even the breathing here feels different.'
That was something that I couldn't just get used to immediately, but even at this moment, my body started adapting to the conditions.
[Everchanging Glyph]
It was adapting to how the mana levels here were different.
Just then, as I was feeling absorbed in the potent atmosphere of Etheria Haven, feeling Everchanging Glyph adjusting to the dense mana currents around me, a sudden shift in the air alerted me.
My senses flared instinctively, picking up on the distinct presence moving quickly in my direction—a presence I recognized.
Before I could even turn fully, a familiar voice called out, a soft but excited shout breaking through the controlled hum of the capital. "Astron!"
And then, with a flash of motion, she was there.
Chapter 657 - Finally (5)
Irina stepped out of the vehicle alongside Esme, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor of the Teleportation Center's main hall.
The bustling space was grand and imposing, built to accommodate travelers from all corners of the federation, but even here, her presence commanded attention. Her bearing, her Emberheart attire, and the subtle, simmering aura of power she carried marked her as someone unmistakably highborn.
The personnel at the entrance immediately noticed her arrival. Normally, strict protocols kept those awaiting arrivals and those arriving via the teleportation gate in separate areas, but the Emberheart name held its own influence, bending the rules and making exceptions as naturally as breathing.
A young attendant approached, bowing slightly with an air of respectful caution. "Lady Irina, please note that you are advised to limit your exposure to the spatial mana. Prolonged presence can have… side effects."
Irina dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand, her tone calm yet edged with a touch of impatience. "I can take care of myself, thank you."
The attendant nodded, bowing again, though she caught a hint of apprehension in his expression before he stepped back. She could feel the eyes of others around her—subtle glances, whispers that seemed to follow her every step. After all, she was Irina Emberheart, heiress of one of the Six Pillars, the "princess" of the Emberheart family. Her reputation preceded her, and for some, it brought awe; for others, it caused intimidation.
She ignored the stares, her gaze fixed on the door leading to the teleportation chamber. Esme moved beside her, her calm, composed presence grounding Irina's anticipation as they walked further into the center.
As she entered the teleportation part, the faint hum of spatial mana surrounded her, a whisper of power that vibrated through the air. She barely noticed it, her focus set entirely on the moment to come.
'This is it,'
she thought, a small, almost imperceptible smile pulling at her lips. Any moment now, the portal would open, and he would step through. She could already picture his calm, composed expression, but a part of her hoped for a flicker of surprise when he saw her standing there instead of the agent he'd expected.
She folded her arms, her posture relaxed yet commanding, her presence unmistakable to anyone who dared glance her way. The whispers around her grew softer, a mix of curiosity and reverence that filled the room. But she paid them no mind.
'Let them stare,'
she thought, the faintest trace of satisfaction settling over her. She had worked too hard to be affected by the idle murmurs of strangers. And soon enough, they'd see exactly why she'd chosen to meet him herself.
As Irina stood waiting, her gaze fixed on the portal, Esme moved quietly beside her, her presence a reassuring shadow amidst the growing anticipation. After a moment, Esme leaned in slightly, her voice low and respectful.
"Lady Irina, would you like anything? Perhaps… I could remain inconspicuous and give you a chance to surprise him?"
Irina's lips curved in a faint smirk, though her eyes remained on the portal. "It's a thoughtful idea, Esme, but he's perceptive. He'd notice me the second he arrived, no matter how well I tried to hide."
Esme raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise evident in her usually composed demeanor. She said nothing more, merely giving a slight nod. "Understood, my lady."
Irina continued to wait, the anticipation growing stronger with each second. The soft hum of spatial mana, the subtle whispers around her—all faded into the background. She'd come here prepared, her posture poised, ready to greet him as he stepped into her world.
Just then, her smartwatch vibrated softly. Glancing down, she saw the caller ID: Assistant Lora, the attendant who had been sent to coordinate Astron's departure from Arcadia.
With a quick swipe, she accepted the call. "Yes?"
"Lady Irina," Lora's voice came through, formal but calm. "I wanted to inform you that he is preparing to enter the teleportation gate. His portal will be arriving at Etheria Haven through Gate A02."
"Thank you," Irina replied, her voice steady as she ended the call.
She turned her gaze toward Gate A02, her heart beating a little faster. The portal was beginning to glow with an intensified light, signaling an imminent arrival. Irina straightened, her presence still commanding but carrying a subtle warmth beneath the formality.
This was her moment—not just to see him again but to make clear, even in her own subtle way, that he belonged here.
The portal's glow intensified, casting a bright shimmer across the chamber, and then, through the light, a figure began to take shape.
Irina's breath caught for a moment as she watched him step forward—Astron, his presence unmistakable even before she could make out his features. He wore his usual attire: a simple black shirt beneath a dark coat, jeans that fit him casually yet perfectly, the same calm, effortless look she knew so well.
'It is indeed him.'
Before she could stop herself, Irina felt her heart leap, the anticipation spilling over into action. She'd told herself she'd wait, remain composed, and let him come to her, but now that he was here, her resolve broke in an instant.
Without a second thought, she took off in a sprint, her controlled elegance giving way to something entirely different—pure, unrestrained joy.
"Astron!" she called out, her voice echoing across the teleportation chamber as she closed the distance.
For once, she imagined to see the surprise flicker in his eyes, a rare break in his usual composure as she launched herself forward.
In a swift motion, she leaped, throwing her arms around him before he could so much as react. The weight of the past month's anticipation, the struggles, the determination—it all came pouring out in that one, reckless moment.
She could feel his hesitation at first, but it quickly faded as his arms found their way around her, steadying her.
"Hehehe….."
A soft, unexpected giggle escaped her lips, a sound she didn't quite recognize, but couldn't hold back. She buried her face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall as he adjusted to the sudden embrace, his arms wrapping around her more firmly.
The month apart, the training, the anticipation—all of it melted away as she let herself savor the moment.
But as she rested her head there, she couldn't help noticing something… different. Pressing her cheek slightly against him, she felt the solid strength of his frame, stronger and sturdier than she remembered. She pulled back just enough to look up, a faint curiosity in her eyes.
'Did he… get taller?' she wondered, noting how she had to crane her neck a little more to meet his gaze. And his build—what had once been lean felt subtly reinforced, as if he'd been through trials of his own since they'd last met.
"Have you… been working out?" she asked, half-joking but feeling the genuine intrigue seep into her voice. She let her fingers rest lightly on his shoulders, testing the tension beneath the fabric of his coat, which felt like it fit differently now.
Astron merely raised an eyebrow, his usual calm masking any trace of surprise. "Did you forget that I had been training," he replied simply.
"Cough…." Irina scoffed lightly, though she couldn't deny the faint thrill it gave her. The familiar scent of lavender lingered around him, yet even that seemed deeper, more intoxicating somehow. It wrapped around her senses, blending with the steady warmth of his presence and grounding her in a way that made her feel unexpectedly at ease.
"You certainly don't seem like you've been taking it easy," she murmured, her tone almost teasing as she held his gaze, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She didn't pull back just yet, allowing herself a few seconds longer to enjoy the unexpected strength that had somehow become even more reassuring.
"You do know, I never take it easy." His calm voice reached out. "But, for how long you will be staying like this….Quite a lot of people are already looking at this way."
Irina tightened her hold around him, ignoring the curious stares from bystanders in the teleportation chamber. She felt a flicker of embarrassment at first, but the warmth of his presence overpowered it. Looking up, she gave a slight pout, unable to mask her need for just a few more moments.
"It's been so long, Astron," she murmured, her voice softer than usual. "Let me feel this."
He let out a small, almost amused sigh. "You've really become bolder, haven't you?" His gaze was steady, a touch of playfulness glinting in his eyes, though Irina couldn't see. "Don't you care what your mother will say about this?"
The mention of her mother sent a brief shiver down her spine, her body tensing slightly in his arms. She knew all too well that her mother's scrutiny was as sharp as ever, and she could practically hear the disapproving comments that would await her back home. But the moment she felt Astron's steady embrace again, the worry faded, replaced by a quiet defiance she hadn't felt before.
"Whatever," she said, her tone laced with unexpected confidence. "I don't care."
"Is that so?" His voice held a note of amusement, and for a brief, unguarded moment, she could've sworn there was a smile in his tone. It was rare for him to show even the smallest hint of emotion, but here—just for her—there was something different, something softened.
That is why, she wanted to check that smile.
At this point, surprised face or whatever, she cared about none of those.
She just wanted to see his face.
With a slight shift, Irina tilted her head upward, her curiosity pushing her to confirm the faint hint of a smile she thought she'd heard in his tone. Her heart raced as she looked up, fully expecting the familiar, calm expression she'd come to know so well.
"Ah….."
But the moment her eyes met his face, her breath caught, a split second of shock rippling through her.
It was…..It was just breathtaking….
'Ah….'
Even her thoughts stopped…..
Chapter 658 - Finally (6)
"Ah….."
With a slight shift, Irina tilted her head upward, her curiosity pushing her to confirm the faint hint of a smile she thought she'd heard in his tone. Her heart raced as she looked up, fully expecting the familiar, calm expression she'd come to know so well.
But the moment her eyes met his face, her breath caught, a split second of shock rippling through her.
The face before her… it was still Astron, undeniably him, but somehow, subtly, everything about him had sharpened, deepened.
His purple eyes, once enigmatic, had grown impossibly alluring, their depths pulling her in with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
His nose, now more refined, angled perfectly in a way that suited his features. His cheekbones were more pronounced, his eyelashes longer and darker, framing his eyes with an almost mesmerizing effect.
His lips… slightly fuller, with an edge of softness that made her stomach twist.
'What… happened?'
she thought, feeling a wave of warmth spread across her cheeks. He had always been handsome, but this?
This was different, magnetic in a way she hadn't expected. She found herself lost, her gaze lingering over each detail as if committing it to memory, unable to tear her eyes away. Words abandoned her, and she simply stared, her usual composure crumbling under the sheer impact of his presence.
Astron raised an eyebrow slightly, the faintest hint of amusement glinting in those impossibly captivating eyes. "Speechless?" he murmured, his voice holding that familiar, calm resonance, though now she felt it more acutely than ever.
She managed a shaky breath, realizing how long she'd been staring. Her lips parted, but no words came, only the slightest sound of disbelief as she continued looking at him, mesmerized. She knew she should say something, anything to break the spell, but all she could do was hold his gaze, awestruck by the transformation.
Astron's lips curved into a beaming smile, the kind that was so rare it left her utterly stunned. "Indeed, you are…" he said, his voice low and teasing. "The expression you're making right now… it's priceless."
Irina's mouth fell open, her breath catching once more. That smile of his—no matter how many times she'd seen it, it never failed to disarm her completely. But as she gazed at him, a sudden, cool sensation rippled through her, as if an invisible force was pulling her back to reality. Her focus sharpened, and she felt the faint, familiar hum of her artifact pressing against her skin, the one she wore as a precaution against enchantments and charms.
'Wait… what?'
she thought, blinking as her mind scrambled to process. Her artifact had activated? Her
artifact
, which only ever reacted to strong enchantments. Did her own reaction just…
count
as someone who was charmed?
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she tore her gaze away from his smile, pressing her lips together as her mind raced.
'No… No way. There's no chance he just… charmed me, right?'
She shot him a narrowed, accusing look, hoping it would mask her embarrassment. But Astron merely looked back, his expression as calm as ever, though the faintest spark of amusement danced in his eyes as if he knew exactly what had just happened.
"This… This is absurd," she muttered under her breath, clenching her fists slightly as she tried to compose herself. 'How did I let my guard down so completely? And over…
him
?'
But no matter how hard she tried to push the thought away, the memory of his smile lingered, igniting that spark of warmth all over again. It seemed that no matter how much she prepared herself, this bastard still knew how to leave her completely off-balance.
Whether it was intentional or not….
But then, Irina froze, her face heating up as she heard his question. "What is absurd?" he asked, an innocent look on his face, though his eyes betrayed a glint of mischief. "Also, that surge of mana just now… did you do something?"
She could feel her face turning even redder.
How
was she supposed to explain this? Her artifact activating because
she
had reacted too strongly to his presence? This was a nightmare. If he found out, she'd never hear the end of it. He'd have more ammunition to tease her for ages, and by the look in his eyes, he already suspected something.
'Does he know?' she thought, noting the way his gaze lingered knowingly, almost as if he was waiting for her to crack. She clenched her fists, swallowing down the wave of embarrassment that threatened to spill over.
"Nothing!" she exclaimed, her voice a touch sharper than she intended. With a quick motion, she pushed him back, her hands firm against his chest as she forced some space between them. She needed the distance to breathe, to regain some semblance of control.
Astron didn't resist, his eyebrow quirking with that infuriatingly calm expression as he stepped back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. She tried to ignore the warmth in his eyes, the hint of laughter that seemed to be lurking there.
Without meeting his gaze, she turned to compose herself, desperately trying to shove down the lingering traces of flustered excitement. She took a deep breath, determined not to let him get the better of her.
'This was a mistake,' she thought, fighting the blush that refused to fade. 'Next time, I need an artifact to guard against
him
, specifically.'
Just then, Esme stepped forward, breaking the tension with her calm, composed presence. "Welcome, Sir Astron," she said, inclining her head respectfully. Her voice was soft but carried the steady tone of someone who'd been through her share of dignified introductions.
The sudden shift in attention made Irina aware of just how many eyes were fixed on them. The teleportation chamber, once filled with hushed whispers and curious glances, now seemed to hum with a different kind of energy.
She caught flashes of light as cameras and magical artifacts activated, capturing the moment from every angle. Some mages even discreetly murmured incantations, weaving spells to record the scene—a rare and noteworthy meeting between one of the Emberheart heiresses and the enigmatic Astron.
Esme's entrance had added a formal touch, her presence reinforcing the significance of this reunion. She knew Astron from the brief encounter after the Phantom's Land mission when Irina, Sylvie, and Astron had received their rewards.
Though their interaction had been wordless—a mere exchange of glances—the recognition in her eyes was clear.
Astron nodded in response to Esme, his expression respectful but still laced with his usual calm demeanor. He gave no indication of being affected by the attention, his gaze flickering briefly to the onlookers before returning to Irina.
"Lady Irina, I have arranged for the private transport as requested," Esme continued, a slight smile on her lips as she observed the subtle shift in Irina's demeanor—a touch of flustered irritation mingling with her usual confidence. "If you're ready, we may proceed before the crowd grows any larger."
Irina, grateful for Esme's intervention, gave a brisk nod, forcing herself to ignore the lingering heat in her cheeks. "Yes, let's go," she replied, casting a quick look at Astron. "I'd prefer not to have an audience for the entire journey."
She took a step forward, allowing Esme to guide them, and Astron followed, his expression as unbothered as ever, though she could feel his gaze on her, probably relishing the lingering traces of her embarrassment. She shot him a quick, pointed glare, her pride flickering back into place.
As they exited through the back door of the teleportation center, Irina caught sight of the sleek black car waiting for them, discreetly parked to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. The driver gave a respectful nod as Esme stepped forward, holding the door open for Irina and Astron.
But before stepping in, Astron cast a brief glance back toward the front of the teleportation center. Even from the back entrance, he could see the growing crowd of reporters, photographers, and mages gathered there, their anticipation evident as they waited for a glimpse of the Emberheart heiress and her unexpected companion.
"You certainly took your time, didn't you?" he remarked, his tone calm but with that unmistakable hint of amusement. "Looks like you gave them more than enough time to gather."
Irina shot him a sharp look, though her lips betrayed the faintest hint of a smirk. "Are you suggesting I planned this? Unlike you, I didn't expect to become a spectacle today."
Astron's gaze flickered with mild amusement as he leaned against the car, waiting patiently as she composed herself. "Just pointing out the obvious. Seems the Emberheart heiress can't escape attention—whether she plans it or not."
Her smirk grew, laced with a touch of defiance. "Perhaps. But I didn't come here for them. They're just… collateral."
With a slight tilt of his head, Astron watched her, the quiet curiosity in his gaze making her heart skip a beat, though she maintained her composed facade. She knew he wasn't fooled; he'd seen right through her flustered moments earlier. But if he wanted to tease her, he'd have to work harder.
"Cough…..Miss, the car is ready." Esme's voice cut through, her usual patience strained by the commotion outside.
Irina took a breath, nodded, and finally stepped into the car, sliding gracefully onto the seat. Astron followed, settling beside her, and Esme joined them, sitting on the driver's seat.
As the car pulled away from the teleportation center, leaving the throng of reporters behind, Irina leaned back in her seat, feeling the tension of the day begin to fade.
She turned her gaze to Astron, studying his calm expression as he looked out the window, taking in the sights of Etheria Haven.
"What do you think?" she asked, her tone softer, curiosity woven into her words. "The city… it's different from Arcadia City, isn't it?"
Astron glanced at her, his purple eyes reflecting the faint glimmer of the city lights outside. "It is," he replied thoughtfully, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "There's… more to it than I expected. The atmosphere here… it feels like the magic is alive."
A faint smile played on Irina's lips as she nodded. "It's true," she murmured, almost to herself. "I may not like the constant expectations or the endless scrutiny from my family… but Etheria Haven has its own kind of magic. The entire Arcadia Dominion does."
She looked out the window, watching as the city lights cast a warm glow over the streets, illuminating the intricate architecture that melded seamlessly with the vibrant pulses of mana. Magical artifacts adorned storefronts, soft blue lights hovered along the pathways, and enchanted banners floated in the air, announcing events and displays that were unique to the capital.
"Every corner feels… connected," she continued, her voice carrying a note of reverence. "There's a constant hum of magic like the city itself is alive and breathing. It's different from the academy, where everything feels contained. Here… everything feels endless."
Astron listened, his gaze steady on her as she spoke. He seemed to absorb her words, his expression thoughtful. "I see why you'd feel that way," he said finally, his voice a quiet acknowledgment. "The city has a depth to it. Layers you can't find in a place like the academy."
"Indeed." Irina nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he understood. "It's why I wanted you to come here… to see this side of it. The side that isn't just tradition and obligation."
For a moment, silence settled over them, comfortable and reflective. She leaned back, feeling the car glide smoothly down the road, the city lights flickering like stars in the distance. Though her family's pressures weighed heavily on her, she found solace in this moment, sharing this side of herself, and of Etheria Haven, with him.
A small part of her hoped he felt the same spark of connection that she did—a connection not just to the city, but to everything she'd worked for.