章節 19: Chapter 19
The luxurious carriage glided gracefully across town, its polished exterior gleaming in the sunlight as it traversed the bustling streets. Passersby turned their heads in admiration, captivated by the elegance of the vehicle. After a short journey, the carriage finally came to a halt in front of a lively restaurant that stood proudly four floors tall. This magnificent establishment was constructed from exquisite white stone, which gleamed brightly against the vibrant backdrop of the surrounding city. The restaurant's windows were adorned with golden frames that sparkled like jewels, reflecting the sunlight and adding to the overall opulence of the structure. Laughter and chatter spilled out from within, creating an inviting atmosphere that beckoned diners to step inside and enjoy the culinary delights that awaited them. The air was filled with the tantalising aromas of gourmet dishes being prepared, making it clear that this was a place where both luxury and gastronomy intertwined harmoniously.
The door to the carriage had been opened by a knight clad in a striking black uniform, his presence commanding respect and attention. A moment later, someone stepped out, draped in glorious noble clothing that shimmered in the light. The garments were finely tailored, adorned with intricate embroidery that spoke of wealth and high status, perfectly suited for someone exuding confidence and poise. However, the reality was quite different, as the noble attire was being worn by the trembling Milo. His hands shook slightly, and his face was pale, betraying the storm of anxiety swirling within him.
"Doctor, stop looking so nervous." His head flicked around anxiously to see Cassandra stepping gracefully out of the carriage, aided by a knight who wasn't either Sir Kent or Sir Paeris. They both had their unmistakable presence, and she couldn't afford to attract attention. "You're supposed to be a noble."
"B-But if people find out I'm impersonating a noble, I'll be executed!" he exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, panic seeping into every word.
"And I've told you it's fine," Cassandra reassured him, her tone calm and confident. She understood the risks involved, but her plan was meticulously crafted. If anyone discovered his true identity, she would simply reveal herself as the princess, and no one would dare to harm him, for he was merely following her orders. "If you're scared, just speak when I give you the signal," she instructed, her eyes locking onto his with a steady resolve that seemed to calm some of his nerves.
It was then when she walked over to him, her small child's hand grabbing onto his large adult hand with an innocent grip that seemed to radiate trust and affection. "Let's go, daddy!" she exclaimed with an exuberance that only a child could muster. She acted like an innocent child, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement as she began pulling the man, who was not her father, towards the inviting entrance of the restaurant. The bustling atmosphere around them was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking dishes, but all she could focus on was the adventure that lay ahead. Her small feet danced eagerly on the pavement, and her voice rang out joyfully, blissfully unaware of the confusion her actions might cause.
Milo could only look at the child in shock, completely taken aback by the sheer talent she displayed. Her acting was nothing short of amazing; if he hadn't seen or met her just a few hours ago, and felt her strong presence and undeniable intelligence, he would have been easily fooled himself. It was as if she had transformed entirely, embodying the character with such depth and nuance that it was hard to believe she was just an ordinary noble child.
It didn't take them long before reaching the counter of the restaurant where a beautiful woman was standing with a warm smile that radiated hospitality. "Hello and welcome to Rosemary Hill House. Do you have a reservation?" The woman's smile was friendly, but Cassandra couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered as she discreetly assessed them from head to toe, sizing them up as if determining if they truly belonged in such an upscale establishment.
Cassandra knew it was a good thing that she had taken Milo to a store frequented by nobles to change his appearance and clothing. With his new outfit and polished demeanour, he now looked the part of a nobleman, which would hopefully help them blend in amidst the restaurant's elegant atmosphere.
"Daddy said he booked a high room!" Cassandra chimed in, her voice ringing with the innocent enthusiasm of a child. She was still trying to portray the persona of a small, innocent girl, but internally, she felt a twinge of uncertainty. She wasn't quite sure if she was succeeding in her performance, as she struggled to act how she used to before the soul transfer.
"High room?" The woman's eyebrow twitched for a second before she broke into a broad, welcoming grin. "Of course, we've been expecting you." With a graceful motion, she gestured toward a grand flight of stairs where a large man stood, imposing like a bouncer at the entrance of an exclusive club. "Please follow those stairs, and someone will serve you right away."
"Yay!" Cassandra exclaimed, a spark of excitement lighting her eyes. She eagerly grabbed Milo's hand, pulling him toward the staircase. The bouncer stepped aside, allowing them entry into the lavish space beyond.
As they ascended, the anticipation hung thick in the air. The two of them soon found themselves seated inside a vast room that radiated luxury. The decor was opulent, with plush furniture, glittering chandeliers, and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. Everything about the room screamed wealth and privilege, perfectly suited for the nobles who often frequented such establishments. Yet, behind the facade of elegance lay secrets that whispered of intrigue and danger.
"M-My Lady, what's going to happen?" Milo asked, his voice trembling with nervousness as they sat across from one another. He still had no idea of Cassandra's true identity or the weight of her mission. She had told him little, only that he was meant to treat someone important.
"Nothing dangerous… at least I hope," Cassandra replied, her tone wavering slightly. Even she could not guarantee whether events would unfold in her favor, as people were often unpredictable, swayed by desires and hidden agendas. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay composed. The stakes were high, and she needed to ensure that everything went smoothly. Her thoughts swirled with possibilities, each more daunting than the last, but she wore a mask of confidence, determined to navigate the complexities of the world she had stepped into.
A few moments later, a waitress entered the room all on her own, and needless to say, Milo flinched slightly as she approached. "Good day, My Lord and Lady," she greeted them with an air of formality, as if they were high-class nobles.
Well, Cassandra was indeed a princess, though they had no way of knowing that.
"Here are the menus for our VIPs," she announced with a flourish, producing two separate menus. One was small and looked innocent and childlike, which was handed to Cassandra. The other was more formal, elegant, and adult-like, designed for a more sophisticated palate, and this one was given to Milo.
Both of them opened their menus simultaneously. Cassandra's was filled with an array of delightful desserts, each one more tempting than the last, while Milo's eyes widened in horror as he scanned the items listed before him. His entire face turned an ashen white, and he quickly glanced over at Cassandra, who, with her bright eyes, simply smiled innocently, blinking four times in quick succession.
Milo, however, was sweating buckets as he struggled to process the contents of his menu. It felt as though a heavy weight had settled in his stomach. The tension in the air was palpable as he opened his mouth, ready to voice his concerns, but the words seemed to stick in his throat.
"Is this all you have?" Milo glanced over to the woman seated across from him, placing the menu onto the table with a slight air of disdain. At that moment, he was doing remarkably well in hiding his nerves, which was a good thing for Cassandra, who was observing him closely. Her eyes flickered back and forth between Milo and the waitress, who stood waiting for a response.
"I'm sorry, My Lord." The waitress bowed to her politely, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension. "However, this is the best that our cook could possibly prepare for someone such as yourself." The girl watched the waitress intently and knew that her actions were nothing more than a facade. In fact, this entire establishment was a poorly constructed illusion, designed to impress but ultimately failing in every regard.
"Not only does your food sound disgusting, but your hospitality has much to be desired." Milo's voice rose with each word, taking on the form of a spoiled nobleman who was ready to throw a fit over the slightest inconvenience. "I want to eat something that'll merely fill my desires!" It was a good thing that the waitress's head was still lowered because Milo's fear and nerves had gotten to his face, causing his cheeks to flush with an embarrassment that he struggled to conceal
The waitress, whose head was still pointed down as she continued to bow, appeared shocked beneath her composed exterior. However, when she finally raised her head, her face broke into the same bright smile as before, masking any signs of distress.
"Of course, My Lord. Please wait a moment," she said, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. With that, the waitress gracefully left the room, which allowed Milo to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I was so rude to her!" he suddenly exclaimed, realizing the weight of his previous words. But even as he spoke, he felt a pang of guilt for how he had treated the girl.
"You know, I'm starting to understand how you are so easily manipulated," Cassandra remarked casually, her demeanour calm as she sipped her tea, no longer pretending to be the innocent child everyone thought she was in that moment.
"My lady! Why are we here?" the man asked Cassandra, clearly confused and not understanding the situation at all. "I thought you said there was someone suffering from the Halfling syndrome."
Halfing syndrome was the only name that Milo could come up with for it only happens in children born between a Dragonoir and someone from a different race.
It's not common but there are times when two race's fall in love and marry, however, when they have children there are no such things as hybrids. The children that are born from a union of two separate races ended up one of two ways. They either take after one of the parents completely, from their appearance and race, or they take after one parent in appearance while their race comes from the other parent.
This also can also resulted in a child down the bloodline being born of another race despite both parents being of the same race. This is because they still carry the genes of their ancestors, so the appearance is not determined only by the parents, their traits can come from anywhere in their ancestry.
However, the same can not be said for a child born from a Dragonoir and another, this is because of the Dragon Blood that is to strong and if the child inherited more blood from the other parent, the blood from their Dragonoir slowly eats away at their life until they die.
Milo had a younger half sister who had died due to this, for her father had been a Dragonoir while their mother was human. I have had to do with my mother being human that she died much quicker then others, but it was after that Milo had began looking for the cause to find many other children suffering the same symptoms as his sister and they all had one more thing in common; one of their parents had been a Dragonoir.
he had been the first one to discover this fact and truth, he tried to tell other doctors however they only laughed at it. They all look down him for being both human and common. It was there when he decided he would become a doctor not knowing the difficult path, he would come to discover.
"That's right." Cassandra answered him, her eyes glanced towards the door that had reopened, creaking slightly as it swung inward, and instead of the young waitress who had served earlier, a man of a more mature age stepped inside the establishment.
His presence was striking, as he had a slim but mildly muscular physique, standing at an average height that allowed him to blend in yet also stand out in a crowd. As he entered, he bent over slightly, perhaps out of habit or a sign of respect for the space he was entering. The most noticeable feature at first was his short, straight, slicked-back dark blue hair, which glistened under the warm overhead lights. This distinctive hairstyle was the only thing visible at first as he bowed his head in a courteous gesture. As he lifted his hand, revealing a confident yet gentle demeanor, his linear dark eyebrows framed dark eyes that seemed to hold a depth of experience and wisdom. His prominent nose, characterized by a flat, rectangular front, added to his intriguing profile. The lower part of his face was adorned with a considerable amount of stubble, including a thin moustache that gave him a slightly rugged appearance.
However, Cassandra knew that this wasn't his true face. The man standing before them seemed unassuming, but beneath the surface lay a web of cunning and ambition. He was not just any ordinary figure; he was the current vice-head and the brilliant strategist behind the Assassin Guild known as the Blades. In a few short years, he would ascend to a position of unparalleled power, ultimately becoming the man who would rule over the intricate and shadowy world of information. His name was Baxter Ruggles, a name that would soon echo through the corridors of power and influence. Cassandra had her sights set on him, recognizing his immense potential and the vital role he could play within her own plans. She envisioned him as a key ally, someone who could help her navigate the treacherous waters of the future to come. Baxter was not a formidable assassin; however, his keen intellect and ability to gather intelligence made him an invaluable asset. He was the man she was aiming for to become one of her people, and she was determined to make that happen. Which is why…
"Why don't you lose the mask?" The old man's eyes fell upon the small girl which spoke, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.
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