Vurckair stepped into the chamber; More spacious and better furnished than his previous room.
Not only is the intended resident for three people; It has a semi-private bathroom, visible through the transparent glass.
The farthest bed is already on use.
While the bed closest to the bath is already reserved; The mattress is covered with an ethereal blue film; Aqua green glyphs are engraved across like a testament to stay away.
Lastly; The middle bed. Where a scented letter sealed with an indigo emblem made of wax; Was placed in-between the pillows.
Vurckair's luggage was immediately pushed under the bed; His interest picked up by the letter.
{This doesn't qualify as retro. It's simply old}
On contact; The young man's indigo scales on the Adarga's shoulders vibrate in silence.
The wax shined shortly, turned into a liquid that corroded the envelope, and shown the message.
My Not-Grandson.
{Someone knows i'm not the Variant?!}
Your progress is commendable.
Better than your Fake-Father.
Your Not-Aunt is very enthusiastic about not giving you support; Nor bother you with House's matters.
{Verulkya?. It can't be. She no longer obeys anyone else's orders. Not even her mother's}
But you are a Vecturion; Despite out-ranking me; Duty called, and demanded your intervention.
{Did Ell'Thane contacted this person?}
Take care of the bullied daughter of Breyda Alzierich Berezovskaya.
{Breyda's Daughter, Bullied?!. Brenna or Balalaika?. No… That's irrelevant. There's no way Breyda would allow, or tolerate anyone Bulling her Family, much less her direct descendants}
{I recall Breyda was ready to give her life to Verulkya, in order to preserve Brenna's safety. Just like any exemplary mother would willingly sacrifice herself to protect, or nurture her children}
Make sure she dances to the rhythm you set.
{This person meant i have to train Breyda's daughter?. Or that i must tame Breyda, by weaponizing her daughter?}
I almost forgot.
Enjoy her to the fullest.
{Her?. Who?… Any way. How did this go from: «Being her bodyguard in the dark»; To: «Charming her in the night?»}
She is your early birthday gift.
Congratulations on not being completely mediocre for two entire decades.
{Is this person making fun of me?, Or encouraging me?}
Your Venerable and Beloved Grandmother:
Vestoria Valkysh Vecturion.
{Verulkya's, and the Old Man's mother}
P.S. Visit me soon. I want to see who dazzled my greatest creation.
{Is she talking about my cousin Verseika?. She basically worshipped the Grandma}
{Yet. There's no doubt now. Vestoria knows i'm not the Variant. But that means she's not the Vestoria of Ell'Thane either. She must be the Vestoria of Loutharn. Unless it's the other way around… Argh!. What a headache!}
The letter is ignited; Engulfed in blazing indigo flames, till not even ashes are left behind.
{How strange, the indigo fire didn't burn me, nor caused damage to anything aside the letter; In fact, the flames weren't even warm}
Sunlight rose from the horizon, dragging Vurckair's attention towards the window.
Which in truth, it's the entrance to a terrace that could been easily mistaken for a simple balcony.
Vurckair sat on the railing's edge, his legs dangled in the air, as he practiced, and improved the control over his Flow Magic to employ Nodes.
{Not needing Magic; It is not the same as not having it available; And in a world where the majority possesses it; It's absurd to not achieve mastery over such gift. The Variant was an imbecile. But i still don't know what he did to endanger Ell'Thane}
Vurckair's tranquil demeanor returned to him with the view provided by the early morning.
"This sunrise is beautiful; Truly fitting for a new dusk in my life."
{Though it's gonna be tough to adapt; Here on Ell'Thane, everything is so quiet. Despite thirteen and a half hours of this day have passed already}
{Wait… Doesn't that show how dedicated Instructor Mäwller is?. Waking up so early, just to ensure her supervised subjects don't receive a bad treatment from others}
In the distance, Giassmennia's silhouette sprinted at top speed.
{I guess no matter the world, there will always be Joggers, and Try-hards around, haha; It's Boob'boy's eleventh lap, and she hasn't slowed down once}
Then, Vurckair saw it.
Giassmennia floated at times. Not as if she galloped; Instead, she glided through the air for an instant, lengthening each stride.
{Is it possible to levitate with Flow Magic?}
The question raised doubts, and in his confusion, Vurckair looked upwards.
"Wow!. No wonder everything is so quiet."
The sky is full of people flying. Some hide among the clouds; While other's altitude is so high, that their silhouettes became blurred, and were lost against the background.
{The Variant couldn't see any of this. That's dangerous. Without enough power, anyone wouldn't even know who, or what killed them, much less how}
Noise came from behind.
The room's door opened by a gorgeous damsel of blue indigo hair, and aqua green underhair; Same shade of the bright irises scanning meticulously the chamber.
Naylyn glanced at Vurckair, completely ignoring him, almost as if he didn't exist.
That is because his natural camouflage has activated due to being calm, yet in high alert.
And since his attention was somewhere else, he is unaware of his concealed mode.
Similar to how most drunk people cannot determine their own drunken state.
The newcomer arranged her belongings with graceful, fluid movements; And Prepared herself to take a shower.
Naylyn considers unnecessary to activate the tinted glass when no one is in the room; But she does it anyway.
Meanwhile, Vurckair can't understand what happened; He saw the change in the glass from clear to tinted; Yet, he can still see the inside.
The Lady's clothes are removed like the layers of paper enveloping a gift that unwraps itself.
However; The most significant discovery is not the nakedness of Naylyn's graceful, slender, and feminine silhouette. If not what comes next.
Her appearance is in truth a transformation; The result from the absolute domination she holds over her body. Which is a lot more mature, voluptuous, and stunning than what she allowed others to see.
After returning to her modest form, and finishing her personal hygiene routine; Naylyn putted on what appears to be a blue uniform.
She stepped out onto the terrace, and her eyes gazed at the horizon through Vurckair's invisible body.
It took the Lady a few seconds, but she noticed the presence of something.
She extended her hand, inadvertently placing it on Vurckair's crotch, who emerged from his camouflage due to the sudden contact; What startled the Lady.
She is about to scream; But the quick reflexes and accurate dexterity of Vurckair are not just to fluff. Clasping his hand over Naylyn's mouth. "Don't shout, beautiful, someone is sleeping in the room…"