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Capítulo 61: I will take back what is Mine

Inside the Beltran family residence, two young women seemed to have certain intimidating expressions that left the head of the family in awe.

- Well, won't you say anything?

- ... What do you want me to say? What happened is not very pleasant to remember. - Emily answered seriously.

- ... I see, then, you could at least tell me how you came to take refuge in Count Beltran's house.

- I only asked my uncle for some time to stay, but I plan to return home soon and recover my inheritance.

- I understand, but how are you supposed to do that? I don't think you can just go and say: Hello, I'm back, can I have my title and territory back? ... After all, the ones in charge are the Rufasto's and, even if they are distant relatives, that's exactly why they will stand up and refuse to give you the land that belonged to your father, even if your uncle will help you, it will be difficult and time consuming to negotiate.

- I am well aware of the rumors about them, I have already informed myself properly. However, as long as I am alive, they can neither take full control nor inherit the land to any of their descendants.

Seeming not to reach an understanding, Roger interjected.

- Your Majesty, Princess Lisbeth, as you may know, your father, King Theodore, decided to assign the charge of the marquisate to House Rufasto until Emily's whereabouts were found. However, I am aware that his majesty was advised by Viscount Sotomayor and Count Valladares.

These confessions surprised Emily not pleasantly.

- What do you mean? - questioned Lisbeth.

The atmosphere seemed to get darker and darker after that comment.

- You must know that ten years ago there was a certain quarrel between the Marquis Gutierrez and the Viscount Sotomayor due to the mismanagement of the resources provided by my older brother to the Rufasto family. 

- Yes, but that was resolved eight years ago, wasn't it?

- Officially and in order to maintain peace between the territories, an agreement was reached; however, if you were to ask the aristocrats nearby, you would realize that the tension between the two sides remained perennial.

- ... On what grounds do you argue what you say?

- The Rufasto's continued to demand resources from the Marquisate to finance the construction of public works; however, my brother found that all their financing was to pay bribes and kickbacks for crimes committed by them; the Rufasto house had already realized this, but they still continued to ask for money, excusing themselves as family of ours. Now that they have part of the control of the marquisate, I ask you to review their financial statements and see how their government is doing.

- The Sotomayor house is in charge of reviewing and sending the reports to the royal family. - replied the princess not being convinced of her own words.

- I think she has already realized ... Viscount Sotomayor may be hiding several things from the Rufasto barony. I may find more things than we are assuming. - Roger affirmed.

A few seconds of silence followed in the conversation.

- Just as you mention, everything we have talked about are only assumptions, there is no proof. - said Lisbeth.

- If that were so, then why did you yourself mention that the Rufasto family would tarnish in not returning the marquisate to the legitimate heir?

- I... did not put it that way.

- Then what is stopping the only daughter of the late Marquis Gutierrez from recovering what is rightfully hers? - Roger commented with a threatening tone.

- That's enough, you seem to be being a bit insolent, Count Beltran. - spoke the Walter.

Having calmed down a bit, Roger apologized.

- I see his point, but what do you say, Emily? - asked the princess.

With great determination and will, the young woman answered.

- In case the Rufasto family has governed the citizens transparently and piously and has not embezzled the funds left by my father, I will reconsider reaching an agreement with them for their faithful support; however, in case I find oppression and misappropriation of resources, I will not hesitate to take away everything they own from my estate, even if it means making an enemy of the viscounty Sotomayor and the Rufasto barony, since they are my relatives.

 That statement was not to be taken lightly, for Lisbeth had been aware of Emily's prudence and determination for some time now. In addition to this, the princess was also aware of certain irregularities in the financial statements of the marquisate; however, she did not have the time to pay attention and solve all the problems; therefore, she did not take it to heart.

Now an opportunity was coming her way as if it were a sign.

Between Lisbeth and Walter's sidelong glances, the young woman spoke.

- Well, I understand your position; it is reasonable and ethical, but what is your plan?

- As you have said, with my uncle's help it would not yet be feasible to review and reclaim the marquisate; however, if you, the princess, would lend me your help, I am sure it would be easier to do so.

- Do you want me to get directly involved with them? Won't the Rufasto's believe that they are being watched?

- Certainly that is inevitable, but I don't want them to know about my return yet. First of all, I would like an audit of the financial situation and a census of the citizens to analyze the levels of satisfaction of the people and relate it to public expenditures; for these I will need your personal intervention. - answered Emily.

- Do you wish to put three noble families in a contest against the future queen? - questioned Walter.

Emily remained silent, but her determination had not diminished one bit; it was as if she was certain of her hypothesis.

Seeing this, Lisbeth smiled.

- Fine, I will do it. - replied the princess firmly.

- My lady?!

- Silence, Walter. I have already made my decision... Only... when all this is over, you will owe me a great favor, Emily. Not only personally, but it will include the entire Marquisate Gutierrez. 

- What do you mean?

- First of all, you will owe me total loyalty ... then, I will tell you the favor you will do me, but that will be later ... so, I guess this will be like an alliance, won't it?

- Yes...

- Well; leaving this matter aside, there is something else I would like to ask you... - commented Lisbeth.

- ¿?

- I would like to talk to that young man who became your sworn brother.

- No, I don't think I can. - Emily answered seriously.

- Why not? Is there something you want to hide?

- No, it's not that...

- Then what is the reason? - Lisbeth asked insistently.

- Well... he... he left about an hour ago... he told me he would be back in the afternoon at the latest.

- Oh... I see... What about your daughter, Count Beltran? I'd like to say hello to her.

- Oh, you mean Melissa ... well, she ... she also left about 10 minutes before I arrived. If you'd like to stay and wait for her.

- ... No, I'll retire for now. I appreciate your hospitality.

Leaving the Beltran mansion and being inside her car, Lisbeth gave a big sigh.

- It seems to have happened similar to what we thought, doesn't it? - commented Walter.

- Yes ... I guess ... ... ... Walter ... did you record everything? 

- Of course I did. - replied the butler when just then a small gleam seemed to glisten from the ornament in the middle of his tie.

As the princess touched her beautiful hair until she reached her right ear, there seemed to be an intercom inside her ear that was hidden by her big hair. She seemed to press a button on that little device.

- Did you observe everything, Sofia? - were Lisbeth's words.

A somewhat broken voice, but trying to sound strong, answered.

- Yes, I did.

From a limousine belonging to the Duchy of Saragossa, a red-haired woman seemed to be wetting her skirt with tears streaming down her face.

Only one sentence was heard from that woman.

- Thank God ... you are well, Emily. - said Duchess Sophia as she covered her face with one of her hands in the presence of her servants who were with her inside the vehicle.

Walking through the streets and passing by the main avenues of the capital, a long-haired man seemed to enjoy the view as he headed to his unknown destination.

There were several people walking that hour, but, as if the young man had noticed someone, he sighed.

- And now... Why are you following me?

No one answered, the people around him looked with certain fascination as well as bewilderment at the appearance and words coming from that young man.

- Look at him... he is quite handsome. - said a woman passing by with a friend.

- Yes, but have you heard him yet? He's talking to himself.

- Who cares... maybe someone is stalking him and he noticed.

Continuing on his way, it seemed that the young man did not give any more thought to the matter and did not stop walking.

Pulling out of one of his pockets, Aren took out a small device: a smartphone of the current models. Opening one of the applications, he could see the contacts he had added: Emily, Glen, Melissa.

The young man pressed one of those names and the call began to be sent.

After a few seconds, a ringing tone was heard coming from a cell phone near him. The sound was coming from behind the waiting seats of a bus stop that was only about two meters away.

A woman sitting in those seats pulled out her phone and answered the call.

- Hello?

- Yeah, seriously, what are you doing? - Aren said into the call.

The woman in clothes that hid her appearance turned off her phone.

 

The students behind that supposed guide wore the same uniform. Some of the new entrants passing by looking for their groups had already noticed this peculiar situation.

- Who are they?

- Are they coming from another academy?

These and other questions were muttered by the new students, but the situation was a little more complicated to explain.

 While the guide seemed to be introducing himself and explaining a few things, Liam muttered.

- So... What have you done to make them look at us like that?

- I haven't done anything... I don't even know them... - muttered Renato.

- Well, I think they hate us all equally. - commented Daniel.

- You see ... we are all guilty here. - said Renato.

- ... Whatever. - said Liam.

- Hey... are you listening to me? - asked the guide.

Everyone looking straight ahead was puzzled to see such a person talking.

- And you... Who was that? - Liam asked without malice.

Clicks coming from those uniformed students behind the guide were heard with great annoyance.

"... I think I stepped on a mine..." thought Liam.

You could see at the boy's side Renato's mocking face expressing that it was now Liam who was in his shoes.

Before starting a fight between the two, the disheveled man introduced himself again.

- I am Arnold Freicher, an instructor and the guide in charge of the R class, as we are out of time, I will explain the rest while we check the campus, okay? - said the man with a light and soft tone.

"Freicher? What? Is he German? ... Wait a second, is he an instructor? ... ... Where the fuck were you when we were having problems during the exam?!" thought Daniel, Liam and Renato unanimously.

 

Walking along the sidewalks having passed by a boardwalk, one could observe the distinguished monarchical structure of the buildings. A couple passing by these places seemed to be close to their destination.

- So... Why have we come all this way? - asked Melissa.

- We? ... You just followed me without permission ... again ... - answered Aren monotonously.

- Yes, yes... then why did you come to this place? Emily do you know that you went out?

- Yes... Did you also tell your parents?

- I left them a note. Otherwise, they would have asked me a lot of questions to prevent me from going out.

That letter literally said: Aren asked me to accompany you, I'm coming 😊.

Aren sighed.

- I was going to ask someone, since all buildings look the same, but since you're here I'll do it with you.

- Do me what, pervert! - Melissa said.

Aren's serious face made it clear that he was in no mood for jokes.

- S-Sorry... I thought men liked it when women acted like that.

Again Aren sighed.

After a few seconds of sharing information, the woman spoke.

- The ITT department ... What are you going to do there?

- ... I will look for a friend. - Aren answered, hesitating whether to speak or not.

- That answer ... I've heard it before ... and the result was not pleasant by the way. - commented Melissa incredulous at the answer.

A silence where the crossed looks of that couple lasted for a few seconds.

Now Melissa sighed.

- ... You know, every time I think about it, you seem as if you were someone who hides a lot of secrets; something like a kind of protagonist of a mystery or fantasy novel ...

Aren did not comment.

- Well, that's what's interesting about you. Anyway, you're in luck, two more blocks down the street and turning right is where you want to go.

- I see, thank you.

Aren and Melissa continued walking to that place; however, the young woman noticed something: it was the first time she received a thank you from that long-haired man.

"W-what is this? ... This feeling, how long has it been since I felt this? ... I thought that only with Eduardo it would be the last time I would be this way ... Yes, it has been a while and that's why I forgot ..."

It seemed that the heart of that maiden was melted by warm words of gratitude.

A smile broke out on her face.

 "Yes ,,,, I just remembered it ... NEVER TRUST MEN! Those words I always heard from that scum's mouth ... I won't fall for that again! It doesn't matter if it was even an adonis who talks like that." 

During the time it took her thoughts, Melissa realized that they were already in front of the Research, Innovation and Technology department.

 

In an unfamiliar residence set up in Zaragoza, three neat-looking people were gathered as if they were aristocrats. They were two men and a woman who were in an elegantly finished room.

- So they are all dead, eh? - said one of the men.

- Yes... but that doesn't matter anymore. Have you heard the rumor in the capital? - said the one woman.

- What are you talking about?

- You remember that Efrain gave us photographs and the whereabouts of that brat, Aren in that town, Tres Cantos.

- Yes, so? ... Now we have lost sight of him and, even worse, he is not our target. - replied the other man with an overbearing attitude.

- Well, Efrain and I have been doing our work and we discovered that he is staying at the Beltran home. - said the woman with a certain vanity.

- In the Beltran's house?! Why would he be there...? - said the man who seemed to understand the woman's words.

- Beltran? Where have I heard that name? ... Wait, isn't Count Beltran the uncle of that brat? - said the other man with some surprise.

- Exactly.

- So ... if that boy is living there, that means that ...

- There is something else ... it seems that Princess Lisbeth herself has gone to visit the count.

The two men were puzzled by that statement.

- Damn it! Why?!

- Well, let's get ready. Who shall we send? - said the woman, cutting off the man's anger.

One of them smiled.

- This must be done quickly and discreetly ... let's do it like the first time and send Renaud.

They all agreed.


next chapter

Capítulo 62: Master and Servant

Walking inside the facilities that should only be for the use of authorized personnel, there was a couple who seemed to be lost.

- You know, walking around aimlessly reminds me of what happened last time. - Melissa said somewhat paranoid.

" ... It seems that the trauma is slowly appearing; however, like Emily, she also possesses a strong mentality ... although she was the first to faint. Still, it is admirable to see that she did not panic when she woke up ... rather it seems as if ... " thought Aren.

- Hey, are you listening to me? Remember that because of me you got here and they let you in. - commented Melissa somewhat frustrated.

True, but real; if it wasn't for the help of that young woman, it would have been difficult to get in.

- What happened to the one who was going to escort us? - Aren asked.

- ... Well, he told me he was going to check what errand my father had requested, since he couldn't let us in without an appointment ... since I lied to him about that, I told him we would wait for him ... obviously after that, we ran away. - confessed the young woman of her crime matter-of-factly.

- Oh, I see.

Without stopping from his walk, the young man spoke again.

- Mnm?

- What's the matter? - asked Melissa.

- Now that I remember... When we were in that abandoned village, didn't you say you came with two other people in a car?

- Yes, why do you ask?

- Well... I was wondering do you know what happened to them?

- What? Of course I know, after... Of course I know, after...

Before that question that the young woman tried to answer without thinking, she realized that she didn't really know what had happened with that pair of servants, nor about the car after the incident.

"... Wait a minute, it's true. I came with those two, but what happened to them in the end ... I haven't heard any news about them from my father ... no one in the house asked about them ... They're okay, aren't they ... Or didn't they want to tell me? ... Wait a second ... it's only been a day since I left the hospital ... no, that's more than enough time to tell me ... Please, someone tell me they're alive! Paul, Alfonso!"

In the sky, the image of the faces of those two unknown servants could be glimpsed smiling.

As Melissa came to her senses, she realized something: Aren was no longer beside her.

- Huh? ... Huh? ...

A few seconds later, several footsteps could be heard running towards her.

- It's her, sir! It's the daughter of Count Beltran who lied to us saying that she had come on her father's orders!

Melissa began to run by instinct.

- Catch her!

- Where is the other one?! Look for him too!

A group of security officers went after the young woman.

Running like that time when the strange creature from the uninhabited town was after her, Melissa began to mutter.

- Areeennnnn ... I won't let you off that easy, you hear me?!

In front of a door that had a small picture that said Technology Research Administrative Office 1, a man entered.

As he opened the door, a male spoke.

- Oh, are those last month's reports? - said a brown-haired man in a long beige coat.

- Yes, sir. I also have some extra last-minute reports from the government. - replied the young man who had entered.

- All right... leave them on the desk, please.

As the young man withdrew, the elegant-looking man sipped a cup of tea while reading the files.

- They found a strange creature in the canyon where the train accident occurred near Rivas? ... A reformed man was in charge of the eradication?

Out of nowhere, the young man who had entered for the first time entered again.

- Chief, be careful... I've been warned that there are some intruders, but the security personnel are already looking for them.

- Oh, really? ... Thank you for informing me.

 As he withdrew again, the seated male stood up and walked to the window behind him as he surveyed the scene.

- CECE-0171? ... Was it necessary to send Luc?

Hearing the door open again, the assistant came in with some freshly brewed cups of coffee.

- It seems that you have already seen the photograph of that kind of monster, isn't that right, boss?

- Yes ... A creature of humanoid form of more than 2 meters high ... a tail and no face ... deformations in what seems to be its arms ... according to the photo, it seems that ... its head was a kind of whirlpool covered by several folds of skin ... - muttered that man.

- Oh, it looks like that, doesn't it? - commented the assistant.

- Yes ... and, when it opens those folds, it comes out as a kind of deformed tongue with several thorns covering it. - Aren commented.

- Is that so? I hope I never come across that.

- Yes, me too. - replied the long-haired young man.

- What? - was what the boss muttered when he heard the other voice.

Slowly, turning around, she could see him. Yes, with great elegance and naturalness, that solemn young man with black hair was drinking a cup of coffee.

Sitting down in the comfortable reclining chair at his desk, the office manager leaned over the table with his two arms.

- Counselor, are you all right?

The unexpectedly tired man spoke.

- J-Jerry, tell me... Do you also see the man next to you?

- ... Uh, yes. J-Chief Russel, is something wrong? - asked the assistant.

- No, nothing ... could you leave us alone for a moment? - Russel said with an eerily pleasant attitude.

- Ah, yes...

Closing the door, Russel came out of his chair and stood in front of Aren who was sitting quietly enjoying his cup of coffee.

Russel knelt down.

- M-Master ... welcome.

- It's only been a few months since we've seen each other, Russell.

Meanwhile, Melissa was in the maid's room hiding from the officers.

- A-Aren ... W-Where the hell have you been? - murmured the young woman.

 

The whole group of more than 30 people was walking behind that unaligned-looking guide; they seemed to be already complete, when this group was separated from the rest. It could be noticed how the other groups had noticed them and were talking among themselves because of that reduced group.

- Well, being all of you, the 41 new members, I welcome you to the Royal Academy. I welcome you to the Royal Academy of Technological Evolution. Surely you have already been given an introduction before, but while we are walking around I will tell you some facts about this place. - said the guide.

Both groups, the 23 students who passed the exam along with the other 18 young people wearing the same uniform with a badge mentioning the word PARET, walked behind the instructor listening to his words. It could clearly be seen that these groups were separated and with a certain hostility between them.

- Ah, but before I say more, we must begin with a general presentation about you ... tomorrow when you have your first class, you can make a personal presentation. Then ...

As if he were giving the floor to the new students, it could be observed that no one wished to speak; whether it was because of shyness, disinterest or because it was not the right time, the instructor spoke.

- First of all, as you know, this year we have the admission of certain 'special' students as well as the group of special students prepared by ARET... 23 students from the first group passed the second stage exam and 18 from the other group passed the exam out of term.

- Excuse me, I have a doubt, what happened to the others who failed the exam, did they not show signs of having skills? - asked a lady with reddish hair.

- Oh, thank you for the question. As you know, the exam was intended to show their skills, ingenuity, attitude to pressure and decision making; according to the Duchess of Saragossa, those who failed were indebted to ARET. An absurd amount, but I think it would not be bad to tell them ... Certainly ARET has as its premise quality over quantity, but obviously we will not lose the opportunity to train a future student who possesses the essential requirements; therefore, the Preparatory of the Royal Academy of Technological Evolution (PARET) was created in order to give another chance to those who did not pass the exam and other types of potential students so that they are prepared for the next year's exam and forgive the debt assigned.

- I see... so being like this, they, who are with us. - mentioned the young woman referring to the uniformed students.

- It's just as you think, they are students who took the entrance exam last year for the most part. In reality, there were a total of 46 PARET students who were hunting them on the last night of the test.

The latter puzzled all 23 students.

- What? - the murmur was unanimous.

- Huh? ... Hadn't they been mentioned yet? The test for PARET students is known as the out-of-term exam, the only chance they have to get in. Their goal was to get each of them at least one token from the participants, otherwise they would fail a second time. Well, the rest is history...

As they all turned to look at each other, the hostility became reciprocal.

- Well, guys ... let's leave this topic for another day and go to the first place we have to visit. - said the guide with a certain brittle voice as he understood that he had added fuel to the fire.

As they walked, the instructor spoke again.

- On this occasion, the workshop will be about visiting the five essential places that every student should know. I'm sure you have noticed that the campus is somewhat uninhabited and that's because the senior students are on vacation until the official start of classes tomorrow. Precisely because of that, we have the space and time for us to check out the academy areas.

Walking along the lanes and sidewalks, ARET seemed to be like a mini-city with restaurants, dining halls, sports areas, vast green areas, luxurious stores, recreation centers and more besides the study halls and other buildings.

 The wonder in the students' eyes was not unnoticed as they took in the panorama.

- We will be visiting six main places: the apartments or dormitories where you will live during your stay, the R pavilion where you will receive most of your theoretical classes, the three main libraries, the large multi-sports unit, the central auditorium which you already know, and the Academic Training Complex (ATC) which will be the place of greatest interest to you. - explained the guide with a somewhat grim smile.

Having moved completely away from the other groups, the students followed the instructor in silence.

 

- Maybe I am not a great connoisseur of aristocracy, but ... Why does it seem that now everyone is talking about the Marquis Gutierrez? - asked Fausto who was in a room watching TV next to a woman sitting at her desk who was checking some news on her laptop.

The elegant woman sighed.

- The Marquis Gutierrez ... is one of the great and silent families in its heyday. It has a considerable fortune with that of us dukes and a territory blessed with optimal conditions for planting vineyards. He owns shares in several important companies in the mining and wine sector; however, what represents him the most is that he is co-founder of A&G Corp. one of the largest investment, financial advisory and risk management companies in the world, being considered in fourth place at least in Europe and Asia in its sector.

- That means... they rot in silver? - Fausto asked interested.

- Exactly, if we were to consider the tax-free income from this company, it easily exceeds the wealth of the royal family by up to three times. For this very reason, the royal family holds them in high regard for the contributions made by the Gutierrezes ... from charity and charitable works to getting 'certain' important people out of trouble ... For these reasons, the disappearance of the late Marquis' only heiress came as an international shock. - Alison replied.

- I see ...

- Why do you ask about this, Faust?

- Oh, it is because I have heard rumors that the daughter of the Marquis Gutierrez has been seen here in the capital.

Not having understood this at first, the young duchess continued reading.

- What? - Alison reacted a few seconds later.

- Yes ... I heard it from a friend of mine who works in a notary's office.

- ... And when were you planning to tell me this?

- Well, now?

The young woman sighed.

- That's enough, it's time for my rehabilitation.

- Does your leg still hurt from the car crash? - asked the guardian.

- Just a little, but in a few more days I'll be fine, although I'm not complaining compared to Lisbeth.

- Yes... well, at least it was a slight fracture in her arm.

 

Inside one of the offices of the ITT department's facilities, two men were chatting until one of them dropped his coffee cup which broke on the carpet on the floor.

- That would be the summary of what I lived until I got here. - said Aren who was drinking from his coffee cup.

- I-I see...-So...Shall I proceed? - asked Russel.

- ... Proceed to what?

- To eliminate all those who put him through that hell. - Russel replied with a grim smile.

Aren sighed.

- Calm down, Russel. - these words held the man in sackcloth.

- My lord, aren't you angry? Will you forget what they did to you?

The young master did not answer, but, raising his right hand to his chest, a strange black aura was manifested around his hand.

The servant watched this event with great surprise and fear. The atmosphere seemed to darken.

- Th-That is...

As the dense aura dispersed like smoke, a black stone appeared with a white core moving inside it.

- W-Why ... why do you have that, master?!

- When I woke up, I had no notion that this was near me; I only realized it when Alicia told me about it ... then I went to look for it and it was certainly in that place.

- That girl found it?! And she said she's still alive ... she should have been consumed by that thing. - commented the astonished servant.

Out of nowhere, that stone disappeared in Aren's palm along with the gloomy atmosphere.

- Master ... hadn't you destroyed that thing before?

- Yes, I thought so too ... but it may have been created another one ...

- H-how many lives were taken to create that stone? - Russel murmured.

- This is why I came here ... do you know if 'they' survived? - Aren asked with a look of apparent disinterest.

- ... I would not know the answer to that, my lord. - replied the servant with complete sincerity and seriousness.

- ... How do you think this object stayed with me? Was it someone else or was it myself who hid this? ... I don't remember ...

- Master... it seems that... you suffer from severe amnesia?

- Amnesia... yes...

- Do you... do you remember what happened before you disappeared?

- No.

Russell's depressed expression revealed something he had already foreseen. For a few seconds, he looked thoughtful, but the moment he decided to speak, he was interrupted.

- But before I speak any further, I'd like you to do something for me. - Aren said.

- ¿?

- ... Could you bring the captured woman who came with me ... Her name is Melissa.

- Ah ... yes, sure ...

Making a quick call, the order was given.

- By the way, master. How did you know I was here?

Yes, until now both Melissa and Russel did not know how Aren knew the whereabouts of this person.

- Facebook ... 

- What?

- I saw you in a Facebook photo...

Saying this, the young teacher raised with him a newly purchased phone yesterday.

- Oh, I see... Thinking about it now, I think we had to buy him a phone from the beginning.

The young man took the last sip of his cup of coffee.


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