Capítulo 83: Capital of Ferrum, Seigram
Clapping his hands together, a pillar of azure light shone brighter than the brightest star into the air, bringing with it a powerful suction that threatened to devour anything that entered the Azure light.
Placing the golden ring covered in a bit of intricate runes onto her ring finger. Ella's pointed ears vanished, leaving small human ones. Be it her hair, her skin, or her eyes, it had all changed. Returning back to what it once was.
Trailing her hands through her obsidian hair, a saddening gleam poured from Ella's sweet cheery lips.
"You will get it back," Sionn said confidently, smoothing her head, "There will be a day where you will not need to hide."
"He is right," Zariel added, staring at azure. "With your current skill and power, many will already find it hard to face you. If they are not proficient in killing or higher tier spells."
"You needn't hide your self in Dumb-Dumb's estate, but merely outside. Where those who cannot wipe their ass resides."
"Your mouth is getting fouler by the years, Aurelia." Said Zariel stepping into the pillar of light.
Trailing behind the young Duke. Aurelia shrugged, stepping through the teleporter. "That is how people talk in taverns. How else are we supposed to blend? "
Glancing around at the unfamiliar setting, Aurelia, followed by Sionn and Ella, marveled at the room filled with azure crystal, buzzing with Arcana.
"Welcome Home, My Lord," Anima robotically informed, "Shall I prepare the library for Aurelia, Sionn, and Ella?"
"Please do, but remove all restrictions on Zero Spells and place the earlier condition on Tier One." Said the Duke, moving past the double doors towards the front door, within his estate.
"This place is amazing! Is it all yours?" Sionn fantasized, drooling over the various artifacts and crystal oozing tremendous power. Be it the ground he walked on, the air that passed through his lungs, it all screamed power.
"It is, by the way, Ella. How much Forest Blood do you have?"
Ella frowned, a bit bitterly, "Not much, three in total. One for each of us. They are expensive."
Reaching the front entrance, Zariel pushed the doors open to welcome the majestic view of the capital of Ferrum, Seigram stretching far and wide. It was still dawn, but the chilling air seemed a bit colder and metallic under their star.
"This looks to be within Easten Cloud. Do you see that large, towering ivory castle? That is where the King of Ferrum resides—located in the center of Seigram." Ella proudly said, pulling her hood over her head to warm her ears.
"It's amazing, a city of white," Sionn muttered in a hushed tone. He pulled his cloak closer to his body. "But it's a lot colder here. My balls are freezing!"
"It's due to the abundance of Arcana. The stronger it is in the air, the more portent the elements of nature will be. If you don't cover up, you may die in a few hours."
Unable to believe Zariels words, Aurelia turned to Ella, who nodded, confirming Duke Blackwaters' remark. "it is quite common to see those in the slums during a winter such as this to be frozen; dead."
"Anima, get her a cloak," Zariel informed when all of a sudden, a thick fur black cloak covered her body before she could even head back in. "Shall we give the city a tour?"
The past winter storm had heavily blanketed Seigram, and Zariel was now knee-deep in white without a cloak.
Finding he quite enjoyed the icy water against his skin, the young lord pressed ahead. Lighting up some ravane. Puffing sweet nectar from his lungs.
Pulling the ravane from his lips, Aurelia took a puff, surprising everyone. Clouding her senses, Zariel burst into laughter with the first puff as she choked. Tearing up, a wave of comfort suddenly sneaked up on her mind and soul.
"What the hell." Sionn shouted, "when did you start!"
"Dumb-Dumb said I need to since my soul is weak." Aurelia sluggishly justified as Zareil snatched his ravane away somewhat childishly.
Pressing on through the streets, randomly listening to the buzzing chatter, the Young Duke could not help but notice the strange stares he was gathering. He was not the only one as even Aurelia, who was just staring at her hands, witnessed it.
"You can now cycle Arcana within you. Do so, and the buzz will vanish. Your mind needs to be sharp." He warned subtly.
"What is it you want to see, Master?" Ella asked.
"Let's hit up a tavern. I don't feel like cooking or eating at the estate. Especially since Innis is not there." Her Master informed curtly, taking a whiff of the air. "Nothing fishy."
"It will always make me wonder, Master. Why is it you hate fish?"
Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his jerkin to help the icy breeze pass, Zariel snorted. "Smell, texture, taste, and honestly, I don't like how it looks. I would say it reminds me of shit."
"Your insane," Sionn disagreed.
"And that's why you are paying for yourself while I treat everyone else."
Tearing his gaze away, Sionn fell to his knee and screamed, "Master!!! Nooo!!! Feed me!"
Slapping his face at this shameless fool gathering much attention, Zariel pushed further ahead, following his nose. He soon saw a mid-size wooden structure with a large gathering of people flowing in and out.
Stepping in with Aurelia and Ella by his side, and Sionn following in a downcasted manner. The young children felt they had teleported once again.
Inside was clean to the touch, without the slightest blemish. The air was clean, with only the scent of beer that hung loose.
"Get the hell outta here!" A large middle-aged man with a bony face shouted, slamming a tankard of ale down, "No kids allowed."
"Screw off, Vunlor! Let the little shits have a drink! If they got silver, they got a drink!" The bartender shouted out, flashing the kids a smile. "The hell ya having ya little shits!"
Shoving her arm into Zariels shoulder, Aurelia bragged, "See. Everyone here has a dirty mouth. Aurelia will too!"
"Finding an empty booth, Zariel rolled his eyes. "Get me a menu and a tankard for everyone at my table."
"A swashbuckler, I see. Cheers!" The rogue Jensen called, from another table," I haven't seen such daring since the days of the alderman. That crazy bastard stripped to down to his cock in his youth and ran across Seigram. True Story!"
"Shut the hell up!" Vunlor roared, taking a deep swig of ale, "You lying bastard. That was the Prince! Now, that was a day!"
"What the hell is going on?" Zariel uttered, mind-boggled by this mindless discussion.
Slamming down four frothy ale's onto the table, the bartender held a cheeky smile, "It's always like so! The bastards are bloody drunk. Ignore the fools. Although I will say, it's enjoyable hearing such stories." He said, resting a few leather skin menus down for them to see." Call me when you are ready to order!"
"I like this Tavern,' Aurelia and Sionn said together, staring greedily at the ale before them.
"Is it because they just gave four kids some ale?" Ella questioned, taking a whiff of the apple emitting from the tankard in her hand. She took a sip, allowing a burn to trace over her chest, causing a deep blush to flush over her cheeks.
"Boy! What's your name. You. The one with the ravane. You four appear to be nobles, right!" Vunlor shouted, with a putrid air of ale on his breath.
"Zireael Blackwater." He answered calmly, taking a sip of the ale that stung upon his tongue. Suprise by the taste, he smiled.
"The Bloody Hell. The Devil of the North. Fuck the Hells! You really do look like your poster!" Jensen shouted, pulling out a poster with Zariel's picture upon it. "to think you would be in Seigram."
"Cheers! Then mate!" Everyone shouted, probably too drunk to understand they were speaking to a real duke.
"This place is weird."
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