What the hell is wrong with my transmigration? Can someone without cultivation really offend cultivators? Kaelvir thought, frustration simmering in his chest. Why am I already sensing danger when I've only just arrived in this world?
Hands clasped behind his back, he walked toward his courtyard, Fay following silently.
"Third Young Master, you don't need to worry. The other young masters will handle it before you even know," Fay said softly, her voice steady and reassuring.
Kaelvir's chest lifted with a small laugh. "Yes, Fay, you're right. I have strong brothers who can protect me—and the clan itself. All I have to do is stay within these walls, and I'll be safe. Father even confined me as punishment—hah! Doesn't that sound like fate helping me? Everything seems to favor me, don't you think?"
He grinned, though a flicker of unease lingered deep in his chest.
"Third Young Master…" Fay began, her tone hesitant, but Kaelvir waved her off.
"Fay, stop calling me that. I can't get used to it."
He was from earth the term young master was strange to him.
She blinked in confusion. "Then… what should I call you?"
Kaelvir smiled, stepping closer. "Just Kaelvir. Simple. Short. Easy to remember."
Fay tilted her head, studying him, suspicion and curiosity mingling in her eyes. Why does his behavior seem strange she thought.
"Third Young Master… have you not fully recovered yet?" she asked, gently placing her palm on his forehead.
He chuckled softly, brushing her hand away. "I'm fine. No need to worry. Perhaps… call me 'Master Kaelvir'? Or simply 'Young Master Kaelvir'?" He said not wanting her to notice his strange behavior.
Fay considered this, then smiled, her warmth filling the courtyard. "Alright. Master Kaelvir it is. After all, you are my master."
Her words made his chest tighten. He almost asked something foolish, about her personal life, but caught himself in time. Now wasn't the moment.
They continued walking until Kaelvir recalled her earlier warning. "Wait… what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, right. When you said everything seemed to go your way… I meant not everything is coincidence," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "I think Patriarch already had it planned."
Kaelvir froze. His mind raced. Father knew? The confinement wasn't punishment alone—it was protection. He hadn't considered that.
He smiled at Fay. "Thank you. I really need to start thinking out of the box. You really are like my guardian angel."
Fay's face flushed red. "Master… you would have realized it eventually, even without me." Stray strands of hair fell across her face, making her look impossibly delicate.
Without thinking, Kaelvir reached to brush the hair aside. Fay's body shivered violently; she leapt back like a startled rabbit. "M-M-Master! Let me… let me go prepare your bath!" she stammered, bolting before he could react thinking why was he not acting like himself.
His fingers froze mid-air. Her ears… so sensitive? He shook his head, stepping into his courtyard, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
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Later, Kaelvir reflected on the explanations from his siblings. Their insights helped him understand the larger picture. The Veydrak Clan ruled Dream Tide City—a sprawling, powerful bastion under the Sacred Fire Kingdom.
Dream Tide was vast, nearly as large as some nations on Earth, governed by royal officials sent from the kingdom. But real authority belonged to five great clans.
The Veydrak Clan reigned supreme, disciplined and proud.
The Zaryth Clan, cunning and ambitious, sought to overshadow them.
He could remember each conflict between them.
Allied with the Veydraks, the Kaevor Clan brought fierce loyalty and battle prowess.
The Obren Clan bolstered the Zaryth ambitions, though they are known for their straightforwardness their skills are unquestionable.
Finally, the Talvarek Clan lingered in shadows, masters of ancient rituals, neither friend nor foe.
Kaelvir's gaze hardened. Someone was targeting him. But who? He had no idea.
"As long as I stay within the clan, I'll be safe," he muttered. "My brothers can handle whoever's behind this until I'm ready."
"Master Kaelvir, your bath is ready," Fay's voice floated from the inner room.
"Alright, I'll be there shortly," he replied, shedding his outer garments.
The bathroom was serene. Steam rose from a large pool scented with herbs, promising healing and comfort. Fay stood nearby, silently attentive.
Kaelvir stripped to his inner garments, glancing back. "Fay… do you still anything?"
"No, Master. Take your time," she said softly.
Relief washed over him as he eased into the water. The herbs eased his aches, soothing the remnants of the accident. For the first time in days, he felt calm.
But then he noticed Fay's outline still visible by the blind.
"Fay? I thought you said you didn't need anything. Why are you still here?"
She tilted her head, a teasing smile forming. "Master… did you intend for me to join you? I didn't realize you had… such preference."
Kaelvir's eyes widened. "What?! I am not a pervert! I just wanted privacy!"
How could he have someone nearby while he bath
Fay's smile deepened. "Ah… so Master just wants his peace. Very well, I'll leave you to it." She turned away, clearly amused.
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Outside the Veydrak Clan, Dream Tide City pulsed with life. Merchants hawked glowing fruits, whispering masks, exotic perfumes mingled with roasted spices, and beastkin warriors strode alongside scholars.
Among the bustling streets, one establishment drew attention—the Silver Chalice, a two-story café catering to the elite. The first floor welcomed lower-ranking cultivators, while the top reserved the highest clans.
On the second floor, two youths surveyed the city below.
"Are you sure everything will go as planned?" asked the boorish youth Thalos Obren, young master of the Obren Clan.
Across from him, a sly looking youth, Dorian Zaryth grinned. "Kaelvir is desperate to cultivate. He'll do anything. Trust me."
Thalos frowned. "Why not just fight him? He can't cultivate. Easy win."
Dorian's grin widened. "Thats why I say you don't think. Muscle without brains won't do. If I did wouldn't I be laughingstock of the city? If he dies by accident… that changes everything. The engagement between Veydrak and Kaevor ends, and I'm free to pursue Meyra."
Thalos shook his head. "Why her? She's blind. How do you even know she'll accept you?"
Dorian sneered. "You don't understand her beauty. And our clan's plans are in motion. That cripple should already be on his way to hell. Don't worry—Meyra will be mine."
Thalos muttered, shaking his head.
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Back at the Veydrak Clan, Kaelvir sneezed, towel in hand. "Who's talking about me now?"
Suddenly he froze as if remembering something. He called out "Fay are you there?"
Fay entered promptly. "Yes, Master?"
"Do I… have a fiancée?"
Fay nodded. "Yes. You've been betrothed since childhood."
Kaelvir's mind spun. "She's from the Kaevor Clan, right?"
"Yes. The alliance required it."
"But… I've never met her."
Fay hesitated, then spoke gently. "…She's been blind since birth. Rarely leaves her chambers. And you… you never visited her. Your focus was always elsewhere."
Kaelvir's jaw dropped. "Wait—WHAT?! I have a blind fiancée?!"
Author's note: finally done with the revising thanks for your understanding
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