Chapter 566: Forgotten Memories (2/2)
”What do you mean?” she pinched his cheeks.
”What I said, I'll do my best,” coldly watching her curious expression, ”-are you done playing?”
”Sorry. So slumped and emotionless, I thought it was a mask.”
”Not a mask,” he stood,”-time's running late.”
”Hey,” she tugged, ”-what about us, what are we now?”
”Cousins?” he shrugged; ”-I don't know. You're Lizzie, I'm Igna, nothing more, nothing less. Works with you?”
”Fine.”
”By the way, do try to be the gentle thirteen-year-old princess.”
”Whatever,” she refuted the jestful comment.
The past coincided with a present to affect the future. Many people of interest, those who once shared a deep bond with Staxius, knew it in their hearts, Igna was the king. The awakening of the Death element made it so. Even if the truth got out, there was no way to prove it.
”Princess Lizzie,” called Rile, ”-we're back.”
”Rile, Laurance, welcome back.”
”Highness,” said Rile, ”-we've brought the records.” Suspicion rose at the guest.
”Highness,” said Laurance effortlessly stood to shield, ”-go to your room.”
”Oh please,” said she running back to Igna, ”-Brother Igna is a good person.” The ruckus felt more of an argument through the walls. Seiran spared no time in making for the front door. Rosetta followed closely behind.
”Gracious me,” said he, ”-do try and hide the belligerent aura. Rile and Laurance, jealousy is a good trait in mild increments. There are many who'd think to take offense,” the tone deepened, ”-be mindful. Princess Lizzie's reputation and safety are on thy shoulders.”
Celina's smaller stature swam across the maids, ”-Igna, let's go!”
”Rosetta, is Void still around?”
”Void?” she squinted.
”Yes, the black car.”
”Ohh,” back to her senses, ”-yes, it's in the garage alongside Red-Fury.”
”Good,” he nodded, ”-I'll be taking Void.”
”You can't,” interjected Laurance.
”Why not,” he displayed the noble-crest, ”-I'm Igna Haggard, son of the head of the family. What is here is my property as well.”
”But-”
”-Laurance,” voiced Lizzie, ”-that will be enough. Brother Igna, do as pleased.”
Laura reluctantly showed him to the car. Celina watched with a rather ignorant look. A press of a button had the gates lift.
”Young master, mind I speak a few words of caution?”
”Go ahead,” said he in anticipation.
”Void is a car usable by a certain man. He's long gone, the car won't react to anyone else. The same goes for Red-Fury, ever since Princess Eira moved to Arda, they've remained dormant.”
”Laura, there's no cause for concern.” The garage fully opened; the two majestic beauties stood side by side. No matter the vehicle, Void held a special place.
'Since joining with Origin, I feel more and more like myself. Igna's personality doesn't seem to cloud my judgment. The complexities, such a troublesome existence. Wait, is it maybe that his persona was also taken after the link. Regardless, I like who I am now, a better version of myself.' From the hood to the back, the body's unique shape reminded of a sharpened blade.
”Here are the keys,” said Seiran.
”Right,” the beast toggled by a flash. The leathery interior and complex-looking driver's seat stood strong over the years. The maids cleaned it regularly, that much was apparent. Seat belt locked, hands on the steering wheel, '-alright then,' he smiled, '-take my mana.'
”AFR connected,” said Éclair, ”-Void is the perfect host for a spirit. Tis scary how smoothly the connection went.”
”It was host to a spirit named Avon,” the reserves filled. '-My mana capacity isn't much to speak of.' *Mana Control: Regeneration,* '-I'll just take the mana outside.'
Thus, without another word said, Celina jumped into the passenger seat, and off they were. The black car soon returned to Lai where Julius worked.
Part of him forced the reunion. Void's handling and speed felt right. Anything owned prior couldn't compare to said beast. The streets trembled by the roar. Time showed 08:45, the destination – Gnah's University.
”Bad news,” reported Éclair, ”-Princess Eira is on the move. Lord Lucifer's holding a conference later today. From what I gathered, the airport is getting ready for the departure of a noble. Law enforcement in Alphia is ready to welcome someone of high birth.”
”I see,” paused at the intersection, '-we can't allow Arda to form an alliance with Alphia. Things are bound to get hard. What to do, what to do. The assignment is to take control of Eira. Maybe it's better to let her fly for Alphia, if push comes to shove, we can always shoot her out of the sky. Éclair's jet is ready to fight.'