The blow crashes against the werewolf's face, with the razor sharp scales on my knuckles piercing the furred bluish skin, unleashing the hyper heated lubricant contained within the makeshift blades.
Erupting like geysers, the pressure inside the creature's head increases dramatically, and in a fraction of a second, the beast's face swells, bursting in a sudden release of blood, bones, and fragments of it's teeth, everything is torn apart with a harrowing violence that leaves the Werewolf's grey matter visible and vulnerable.
The Crystalized Stats are glowing in it's lacerated brain, but not for long, the Cekx'Appealer hastily ending the creature's life by extracting the natural gem.
This action exorcises the Braddiers from the lifeless body of the monster, trapping the ethereal wisps in the quartzite, along sucking the werewolf's splattered corpse.
The Cekx'Appealer Minion turns around, putting the gem on my chest, the burgundy bodysuit melts the object, causing an excruciating localized pain between my middle and ring fingers.
Agonizing, guttural groans escape from me, noticing strange protuberances sprouting in my hands, another finger, for a total of six digits.
The lube barely functions as topical anesthesia, because accelerates the process at an alarming rate, integrating the nerves of the new finger, while creating the bone, nail, and blood vessels, because the general tissues, like skin or muscles fabrics, are simple to produce, as i have previous experience with them, thanks to the countless times i was injured during my time living in Azthea.
Adapting amidst the skirmish, i tolerate the pain and strangeness of additional digits for several hours. Span in which we eliminate the Possessed people, and the Horde of Braddiers finally comes to an end, like our stay in Nustown.
Returning to Loutharn, our group dispells the Triskelion. Esbeth and the Ethmeron are almost happy to depart. While the three Ladies of the Iscandaris House show more manners, but none of them addresses the subject that Ines didn't mentioned when she was interrupted by the appearance of the Braddiers.
"Since it's just you and me. Have you thought about my proposition, Little Volttair?".
I nod resolutely, grinning with a fleeting but firm. "Indeed…". Hinting Vosha to come with me to talk with Verulkya.
My newly acquired Aunt is on her terrace, where there's a variety of trunks, chests, and other containers next to the table where she is about to enjoy her meal.
"Did you destroy a successful Minor House, «Vurel»?". Natvoshka inquires with a jovial teasing smirk. "Is someone trying to bribe you?. Or there is finally an idiot trying to win your affection through cheap, pesky presents?".
"It's none of those options «Notva». The Sunderzen House is compensating for the shameful offense of canceling Seinnissia's engagement with Vurckair…".
{WHAT?!}.
"That young lady has more guts than anyone would had ever given her credit for. Against all odds, she won in a three-on-one match, gaining immunity to marriage for the next few months. She will be 25 by then, and most men won't show interest on marry her".
{The event wasn't until the weekend?!}.
"Tell me, Vurckair. «What did you do to that young lady to transform her into such Ferocious Maiden?".
Flabbergasted, i reply truthfully. "Venerable Aunt. Please refrain from asking me any questions regarding your world. More so because i have yet to process your previous statement".
Natvoshka slaps my back. "What is there to understand about, Little Volttair?. Fighting in The Coliseum of the Berezovsky Clan grants diplomatic immunity, nullifies and cancel all engagement proposals or current marriages the victors may partake in. Likewise, the winners cannot marry between each other if there was a prior relationship. Seinnissia fighting alone, was a bild risky decision from her part".
Verulkya almost laughs, annoying me with her sarcastic smile and gracious mocking gestures. "Notva couldn't had explain this any better for you, «Cherished Nephew Vruck»".
She turns serious, her glowing purple irises constraining her pupils into slits, clearly intrigued to the extreme. "So. I'll do an exception and repeat myself. «What did you do to make her so determined to achieve a victory that was beyond her reach?». While you're at it, amuse me with the tale of how she got her Embryon. Or you, Vurckair. The pair you protect in your chest…".
"Do you think i'm in the mood to be a storyteller?. I've got dumped like disposable garbage, not even at my face. Which is irrelevant now…". I pause to regain some semblance of clarity, inhaling deeply and exhaling ferally to refocus on the topic that matters the most. "I came to let you know that i will attend Takctoor…".
Additional explanations about my decision, are unnecessary. To my surprise, Verulkya doesn't protests, nor press the issue of the Embryons any further. On the contrary, she is supportive and assuring.
This leaves me puzzled but wary, as she even gifts me a couple of chests with items i don't want or need, and which are obviously useless to fill the void of a relationship that to begin with, was neither planned nor wanted by me, and yet, i end up accepting it, commiting my entire consciousness and determination to protect this fancy novelty, up to the point of disregarding the evident clues about being used, mislead and kept in the dark.
I withhold my laughter, because i used to always made fun of those who say «No More Mister Nice Guy» after they undergo a bad situation that was avoidable all along.
{Haha. Now i'm almost not different, but worse, because i chose every decision knowing that in this world called Loutharn, I have no one to relay on. The most safe companions are my Embryons, the Minions and now the Summons. Perhaps Ines and Vosha…}.
{Did the Barking Bitch mean to ask me about Seinnissia?. I don't think so…}.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, i sarcastically thank Verulkya for her comprehensive attention, departing with Natvoshka from the Lyceum, mounting her Majestic Gryphon, leaving Clamour, and flying towards Takctoor in the heart of Reveroth City…