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Chapter 36 - You Have a Sister

Human world. Game store.

Cards slapped against the table.

Yugi looked up. "You have a sister?"

Albion placed another card face down. "Yup."

Yugi blinked. "That's great."

Albion gave a small nod. "Thanks, Yugi."

He drew a card.

'It's only been ten months here.'

He still didn't get it.

Time moved wrong.

Slow here.

Fast there.

In this world, he was six. Just another kid sitting across from Yugi in a noisy shop filled with duel disks and card packs.

Back in Albaz, he was ten.

Training every morning.

Studying at night.

Holding a sword.

Naming a hatchling.

Being a prince.

Yugi studied the field. "So… what's she like?"

Albion paused.

He didn't smile.

But his voice softened a little.

"She's small."

Yugi laughed. "Well yeah. She's a baby."

Albion shook his head. "No. I mean… really small."

He remembered her hand gripping his finger.

Firm.

Warm.

Yugi leaned forward. "Did you name her?"

Albion hesitated for half a second.

"Yeah."

"What's her name?"

Albion glanced at the card in his hand.

Water-themed.

He placed it down.

"Furina."

Yugi repeated it slowly. "Furina… that's pretty."

Albion nodded once. "It fits."

The shop owner shouted about a new shipment in the back.

Kids argued over rulings near the counter.

It felt normal.

Too normal.

Albion rested his chin on his hand.

'Ten months here. Three years there.'

He looked at Yugi.

Yugi was still the same.

Same height.

Same voice.

Same smile.

But in Albaz, Furina would already be growing.

Learning to walk.

Maybe trying to use water like he did.

The thought made his chest feel tight.

"Hey," Yugi said. "You're spacing out."

Albion blinked. "I am not."

"You are."

Albion looked at the board.

He had the advantage.

He ended his turn.

"I win next round."

Yugi grinned. "Not if I draw what I need."

Albion shrugged.

Maybe time was broken.

Maybe it wasn't.

But right now—

He was here.

Across from his friend.

Six years old.

With ten-year-old memories.

And a baby sister waiting in another world.

He looked at his deck.

'I need to get stronger in both places.'

Yugi drew his card dramatically.

Albion rolled his eyes.

Some things didn't change.

And for once—

He didn't mind that.

Yugi looked up from his card.

"Can I meet her one day?"

Albion didn't even think.

"Sure."

Beat.

Then—

'WHAT DID I JUST SAY.'

His face stayed calm.

Inside?

Chaos.

'How would that even work? I don't know how the worlds connect. I don't know if I can bring someone over. I haven't even told him I'm not human.'

Yugi smiled like this was simple. "I've never seen a baby before."

Albion stiffened.

Yugi blinked. "I mean… if she's like you."

Albion narrowed his eyes slightly. "Like me how?"

Yugi tilted his head. "You know. Weird."

Albion relaxed a little. "Oh. That."

Yugi grinned. "You say stuff like you're older than me."

Albion looked away. "I am not."

'Technically I am. By four years. In another dimension.'

Yugi placed a card down. "It'd be cool though. Visiting another world."

Albion's brain stalled.

'He said that way too casually.'

"You believe in other worlds?" Albion asked.

Yugi shrugged. "Why not? There's a lot we don't know."

Albion stared at him.

Simple answer.

No fear.

No doubt.

Just curiosity.

That made it worse.

'If I tell him, he might believe me.'

'If I show him, I might break something.'

He tapped the table lightly.

"I'll… figure it out."

Yugi nodded like that was enough. "Okay."

That trust hit harder than expected.

Albion picked up his next card.

'Step one. Learn how this world shift works.'

'Step two. Don't accidentally tear reality.'

'Step three… maybe tell him I have wings.'

Yugi pointed at the field. "You're thinking again."

Albion snapped back. "I am not."

"You are."

Albion looked at the board.

He had missed something.

Yugi smiled slowly.

"I win."

Albion stared at the field.

"…I was distracted."

Yugi laughed. "By your sister?"

Albion paused.

Then nodded once.

"Yeah."

And this time, he didn't deny it.

Yugi stood up fast.

"Hey, I heard they brought new booster packs."

Albion pushed his chair back.

"Let's see what they got."

The shop buzzed louder near the counter. A small crowd had already formed.

Kids leaned over the glass display.

The owner held up a fresh box cutter.

Albion felt that small spark of excitement.

Cards were simple.

You bought a pack.

You opened it.

You got lucky. Or you didn't.

No politics.

No succession laws.

No elemental theory.

Just cardboard and chance.

Yugi squeezed through the crowd. "Think we'll pull something rare?"

Albion shrugged. "Probably not."

'Please yes.'

The plastic wrap tore.

Fresh packs stacked on the counter.

The smell hit instantly.

New ink.

New paper.

Possibility.

Yugi grabbed two packs and handed one to Albion. "On three?"

Albion nodded.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

They tore them open.

Cards slid into their hands.

Yugi flipped through his first. "Okay… okay… not bad…"

Albion scanned his quietly.

Common.

Common.

Spell.

Trap.

Then—

He paused.

Water attribute.

Strong stats.

Clean art.

He didn't smile.

But his eyes sharpened.

Yugi leaned over. "What'd you get?"

Albion turned it slightly.

Yugi's eyes widened. "No way."

Albion looked at the card again.

Water.

Of course.

'Even here.'

He slipped it carefully into his deck box.

"Guess I'm building water now."

Yugi grinned. "Since when?"

Albion answered without thinking.

"Since I became a big brother."

He froze for half a second.

Yugi just smiled.

"That's kinda cool."

Albion adjusted his cards.

As They stepped aside to a small table near the window.

Yugi leaned in. "What else did you get?"

Albion flipped through the rest of the pack.

Spell.

Trap.

Another common.

Then—

He paused.

Yugi tilted his head. "What?"

Albion slowly turned the card.

A Charmer.

Then another.

Yugi blinked. "Two? That's lucky."

Albion didn't answer.

He pulled the last one from behind them.

Lady Labyrinth of the Silver Castle.

He stared at it for a second too long.

Yugi grinned. "That one looks strong."

Albion blinked once.

'Please don't let this mean anything.'

Water.

Charmers.

Labyrinth.

Girls connected to elements and control.

He felt a small chill.

Yugi nudged him. "You okay?"

Albion slid the cards into his deck box. "Yeah."

'It's random. Just random.'

Right.

Random.

In one world, he had elemental spirits watching him train.

In the other, he pulls two Charmers and a Labyrinth Lady in the same pack.

Sure.

Random.

Yugi stretched. "You thinking of building a new deck?"

Albion looked at the cards again.

Water already felt natural.

Charmers worked with elements.

Labyrinth was control.

Slow.

Strategic.

He closed the box.

"Maybe."

Yugi smiled. "That's the fun part. You never know what you'll build next."

Albion nodded slowly.

'Yeah.'

He looked down at the deck in his hands.

'You never know what you're building.'

Somewhere, in another world, a baby dragon probably just learned how to move her tail properly.

And here—

He just pulled cards that mirrored the people around him.

Albion exhaled.

"…This is fine."

It was not fine.

And deep down—

He knew it definitely meant something.

Albion and Yugi stood outside the shop.

"See you tomorrow?" Yugi asked.

"Yeah."

They bumped fists.

Simple.

Normal.

Albion walked alone after that.

He turned into a quiet alley.

No one followed.

He leaned against the wall and slid down to sit.

Closed his eyes.

'Okay.'

He let go.

Sleep took him fast.

His mind pulled back.

Like water draining.

Like something snapping into place.

And the small human body sitting in the alley—

Flickered.

Edges blurred.

Then it slowly faded.

Gone.

Albion never saw it happen.

He never did.

Monster world.

He opened his eyes.

Marble ceiling.

Familiar room.

Before he could sit up—

Eria's voice hit him.

"You slept for 12 hours!"

She grabbed his shoulders. "Everyone in the castle was worried!"

Albion blinked.

'Twelve?'

He pushed himself up.

Wynn hovered nearby, arms crossed but clearly relieved.

Dharc stood by the window with a book, pretending not to care.

Scarlet leaned against the wall.

Asterion yawned.

Albion rubbed the back of his head and gave a small, awkward chuckle.

"Yeah, sorry guys. Yesterday's training was extra hard. I needed extra rest."

Eria narrowed her eyes.

"Twelve hours?"

Albion nodded. "Growth spurt."

Dharc didn't look up from his book.

"Your mana flow disappeared for several hours."

Albion froze for half a second.

Then smiled. "Deep sleep."

Scarlet tilted her head slightly.

"You didn't move. Not once."

Asterion added, "We checked your breathing."

Wynn stepped closer.

"It felt like you weren't there."

Silence.

Albion's heartbeat ticked once.

Slow.

Then he stretched his arms like nothing was wrong.

"I'm here now."

Eria studied his face.

"…You're not sick?"

"No."

"Not cursed?"

"No."

"Not dying?"

Albion stared at her.

"No."

She sighed in relief and hugged him without warning.

He stiffened.

Then relaxed.

'I need to figure this out.'

Because twelve hours there—

Wasn't twelve hours here.

And if they start noticing the pattern—

It won't stay secret.

From the doorway, Lyrios watched quietly.

He said nothing.

But his eyes were sharp.

Albion noticed.

And that worried him more than Eria's yelling.

Later. Castle backyard.

Steel rang out again.

Albion pushed forward.

Lyrios stepped back half a pace. Not much. But enough.

"You are improving, Young Prince."

Albion adjusted his footing and swung again. "I have a little sister now."

Lyrios blocked. "That is your explanation?"

Albion pressed harder. "I can't fall behind."

Lyrios shifted, redirected the blade, and forced Albion to pivot.

"Fall behind who?"

Albion didn't answer right away.

He attacked again. Faster.

"If I'm weak," Albion said, breath steady, "then she stands closer to danger."

Lyrios' eyes sharpened.

He knocked Albion's blade aside and countered.

Albion barely blocked.

"You believe strength alone protects a kingdom?"

Albion slid back and reset his stance.

"No."

He moved again.

"But it helps."

Lyrios pushed. Albion held.

The ground cracked slightly under their feet.

"You train harder today," Lyrios said. "Why?"

Albion met his blade head on.

"Because time moves fast."

Lyrios frowned slightly. "Time moves the same for everyone."

Albion didn't respond.

Their swords locked.

For a moment, neither moved.

Albion's grip tightened.

"I won't let anything reach her."

Lyrios saw it then.

Not pride.

Not ego.

Resolve.

He broke the lock and stepped back.

"Good."

Albion blinked. "Good?"

Lyrios lowered his blade.

"A prince who trains for glory is common."

He pointed the sword slightly toward Albion's chest.

"A prince who trains for someone else is dangerous."

Albion exhaled slowly.

Behind the hedges, Eria and Wynn peeked.

Asterion pretended not to watch.

Scarlet absolutely watched.

Lyrios lifted his sword again.

"Come, then. Show me how dangerous you intend to be."

Albion stepped forward without hesitation.

Steel rang out again.

This time—

Lyrios did not give ground easily.

And Albion did not ask for it.

Albion moved first.

No hesitation.

His blade cut low.

Lyrios blocked and turned it aside.

Albion stepped in close. Too close.

Lyrios' eyebrow lifted.

"Again."

Steel met steel.

Albion shifted his weight and twisted his wrist.

Water slid along the edge of his sword.

Not wild.

Controlled.

Thin as glass.

Lyrios felt the change instantly.

He stepped back this time.

Not much.

But real.

"You're refining it."

Albion didn't answer.

He pushed forward.

Water traced his swing. It didn't splash. It flowed.

Lyrios struck hard to break his rhythm.

Albion bent his knees and absorbed it.

The ground cracked under his heel.

From the side, Eria whispered, "He's faster."

Dharc answered quietly, "He's focused."

Albion feinted high.

Then cut low.

Lyrios barely caught it.

The water along Albion's blade slid down and wrapped around Lyrios' guard for half a second.

Not enough to trap.

But enough to slow.

Lyrios stepped back fully this time.

He lowered his sword slightly.

Albion held his stance.

Breathing steady.

Water dripped from the tip of his blade and sank into the dirt.

Lyrios studied him.

"You're not forcing it anymore."

Albion nodded once.

"I stopped trying to control it."

A pause.

"I let it move."

Lyrios gave a small, approving hum.

"Good."

He raised his blade again.

"But don't forget your light."

Albion's eyes flickered.

Right.

Primary element.

He shifted his stance.

This time, when he moved—

Light flashed along the edge first.

Clean.

Sharp.

Then water followed it.

Not replacing it.

Supporting it.

Lyrios smiled faintly.

"There it is."

They clashed again.

Faster now.

Sharper.

Albion didn't rush.

He didn't overextend.

Every step had purpose.

Every swing had weight.

From the hedge, Scarlet crossed her arms.

"He's different."

Asterion nodded. "Yeah."

Wynn smiled softly. "He's thinking ahead now."

Albion broke contact and slid back.

Lyrios did not chase.

They stood facing each other.

The air between them felt tight.

"Again," Albion said.

Lyrios didn't hide his satisfaction.

"Again."

And this time—

Lyrios attacked first.

When sword training ended, Albion didn't sit down.

He walked straight to the stone platform under the old oak tree.

Spell Code waited there.

Book already open.

Ink glowing faint blue.

He closed it slowly.

"In three years, you've improved more than I expected."

Albion wiped sweat from his forehead. "I know."

Spell Code stared at him.

"…Confidence is good. Arrogance is not."

Albion grinned slightly. "I'm confident."

Spell Code raised one hand.

Two glyphs formed in the air.

One burned white.

The other shimmered deep blue.

They hovered apart at first.

Then Spell Code moved his fingers.

The glyphs slid toward each other.

Edges touched.

Light flared—

But instead of breaking—

They layered.

Lines bent.

Symbols shifted.

The shapes didn't stack.

They rewrote.

When the light faded, a new glyph floated there.

Complex.

Stable.

Alive.

Albion's grin faded into focus.

Spell Code looked at him.

"Glyph Fusion."

Albion stepped closer.

"Combining spells?"

"No."

Spell Code shook his head.

"Not combining. Integrating."

He pointed at the fused glyph.

"If you combine fire and wind, you get stronger fire."

He paused.

"If you fuse them correctly, you create something neither element could become alone."

Albion studied the lines.

They weren't overlapping.

They were interlocked.

"So this isn't addition," Albion said.

"It's transformation."

Spell Code nodded once.

"Most mages layer spells."

He flicked his fingers.

The fused glyph split back into two separate ones.

"They stack effects."

He brought them together again.

This time, the fusion was smoother.

Cleaner.

"They rarely fuse structure."

Albion narrowed his eyes.

"Why?"

Spell Code's expression went flat.

"Because failure detonates."

Albion blinked.

"…Detonates?"

Spell Code lowered his hand.

"The more different the glyph foundations, the harder they resist fusion."

He looked directly at Albion.

"You skipped elemental sequencing and reached tertiary manifestation."

Albion didn't speak.

"You are already breaking order."

The fused glyph rotated slowly in the air.

"You might survive fusion."

Albion exhaled.

"Might?"

Spell Code closed the distance slightly.

"Show me your water glyph."

Albion lifted his hand.

Water gathered.

A circular glyph formed.

Fluid lines.

Flowing structure.

Spell Code nodded.

"Now your light."

Albion shifted.

Light formed over the water glyph.

Bright.

Sharp.

Unstable together.

The air tightened.

The two glyphs trembled when they touched.

Albion felt resistance immediately.

Like magnets pushing apart.

His jaw clenched.

"Don't force it," Spell Code said calmly.

"Listen."

Albion steadied his breathing.

He stopped pushing.

Stopped trying to dominate.

He adjusted one line in the water glyph.

Just slightly.

Then a line in the light glyph.

The trembling eased.

The edges brushed again.

Light flared—

Eria yelped from a distance.

Dharc leaned forward.

Spell Code didn't move.

The two glyphs began to overlap—

Then—

Snap.

They bounced apart violently.

A shockwave knocked Albion back a step.

The glyphs vanished.

Silence.

Albion stared at his hand.

No burn.

No explosion.

Just failure.

Spell Code gave a small nod.

"You didn't force it."

Albion rolled his shoulder once.

"So I passed?"

Spell Code's eyes sharpened slightly.

"You survived."

A pause.

"That is the first step."

Albion looked at his palm again.

Water.

Light.

Different.

Opposed in nature.

He smiled slowly.

"Let's try again."

Spell Code allowed himself the faintest hint of approval.

"Good."

Two new glyphs formed in the air.

And this time—

Albion adjusted them before they even touched.

To be continued

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