Double-Blind: A Modern LITRPG Chapter 97

Astrid flinched backwards like shed been slapped. It was the first ti Id seen her act anything other than stoic or borderline hostile. That was good. The volatile reaction cented the plausibility that she wasnt doing this on purpose. I felt her eyes follow to Astria as I bent down over the younger girl and checked her pulse.

Its low. Way lower than it should be. I said. It would take too long to get the actual number, but Astria looked up at through nearly colorless eyes that I could have sworn were previously a lighter shade of blue. Like her sister, the left side of her head was shaved, save a brunette braid. The right side was full of brown curls that were cut off just below her ear. Her wrist felt frail in my hand, to the point I set it down gently instead of dropping it, for fear of hurting her.

Im telling you, she just gets like this sotis, Astrid insisted. So of the anger had returned to her face. That wasnt good.

Maybe. If youre wrong, she dies. You want to take that chance?

no.

My mind raced. Astria, from my brief read in the APC, was completely dependent on Astrid. Which ant Astrid, by necessity, was probably dogmatically self-sufficient, not unlike . Shed shut down in a second if I let her get her balance back.

I need your Title and your background.

Why

Keep wasting the little ti we have, and youll find out. I realized, when the stony expression ca back to her face, that Id pushed too hard.

Thankfully, Astria answered instead, her voice strained. Bad foster ho. Been train-hopping for the last few years. Got stuck in the city when the do ca down.

Tria! Astrid admonished.

I grimaced. Based on their ages, it was a safe bet they were long-term runaways turned transients. There were few people more insular and slow to trust.

Title and description?

Caster. Astria said.

I blinked. What, thats it? Compared to the other titles Id co into contact with, it was oddly generic. Suspiciously so. And yours? I asked Astrid.

The sa, Astrid seed to relent, and made the telltale swiping gesture that indicated she was navigating her nu. A rare title gifted to a chosen few of the Gemini Cluster. The Users will find higher level magic more potent and easier to master at the cost of slower regeneration. The pool of power is greater, but does not co freely. Why is the title so important?

Classes are relatively generic. Theres probably at least a few other people in the city that share your class. As far as I know, titles are unique to the individual. And most of them are double-edged, My mind raced as I reviewed the information shed given . There was nothing that specifically supported my theory, but a few aspects stood out. The reference to the pool of power coming freely, the fact that they both shared the sa title despite it being unique to the individual.

Double-edged? Astrid asked. Fear was creeping back in her voice again.

The system isnt our friend. It gives us a plenty of rope, but doesnt care whether we use that rope to climb or hang ourselves. Its satisfied either way, I think.

Gemini. My mind had latched onto the word ever since Astrid had said it as if it was important. It was part of what I was missing, I was certain of it. If I could only decipher why.

Its not Caster.

I snapped my fingers, staring straight at Astrid. Hows it spelled?

Were wasting ti. Astrid snapped.

C-a-s-t-o-r. Astria answered. Her voice was weaker, almost a whisper.

There it was. The piece I was missing. It was hellishly deceptive. If you were a magic User and received Castor as a title, you probably wouldnt give the misspelling a second thought after reading the description. But Castor in this case wasnt a description. It was a reference to a person. Or rather, a legend.

Castor and Pollux. The Gemini Twins. Skipping over the usual greek mythology fuckery, they lived a long life and had many adventures. Until they pissed off the wrong people, and Castor died. Pollux was given the choice to either move on, or split his power with his brother, bringing him back to life.

A feeling of disgust ca over , directed at the Overseer and the system itself. It would have been reaching to give soone like this title and expect to recognize it. Giving it to two foster kids turned runaways who probably grew up with subpar education was just cruel. They werent stupid. You couldnt be stupid and survive on your own for as long as they had. They were just lacking critical information.

You share the sa abilities and feats, dont you? I asked. Most likely the sa stats, too.

Astrids eyes slid to her sister. I always ask her opinion when we level, but yes.

Astria, I said gently, crouching down next to the younger girl. Do you care about your sister?

I had to be careful here. Astria was emotionally fragile. If I ca at her the way I confronted Astrid, there was a good chance she would break.

Of course I do. Shes always taken care of . Astria blinked, tears forming in her eyes.

You say that like you havent been doing the sa, I said. It surprised when Astrid didnt intervene, rather, leaned in slightly to hear the answer.

I havent, Astrias voice cracked, as she spoke directly to Astrid. Ive always been weak. Youve always protected . Gotten hurt so I dont have to.

Is that why youve been dealing with the pain when Astrid overdraws, and starts to pull from your portion of the mana pool? You knew about the title, but you said nothing. Was it penance for being weak?

Astrids face slackened in shock. Tria. Is that true?

Its the least I could do. The only thing I could do. Astria said. Astrid took a step back, shaking her head.

I chewed on the inside of my lip. If the shield went down when they were both like this, Id effectively neutralized our mages. There was only one way forward that I could see.

Help her up, I beckoned to Astrid, and she approached her sister slowly, grabbing her beneath the arm and lifting her to her feet, then retreated a few steps away, looking bewildered and hurt.

Astria wobbled on her feet.

I whispered in Astrias ear, You might think youre being noble by doing this. That shed be better off without you. But youre wrong.

Astria stiffened.

I continued. Think about every ti shes stuck her neck out for you. Handled things when you couldnt. All that hard work to keep you healthy, and fed, and taken care of. And you want to repay that debt by abandoning her?

The girls eyes hardened, her mouth forming a silent no.

I took a step back before Astrid could draw close enough to hear, speaking at a normal volu now. In a matter of seconds. That shield will co down. Astrid wont renew it, now that she knows the truth. Which ans what cos next is entirely up to you.

With that, I turned and left, returning to where Bob was still waiting by the barrier. My staying wouldnt help them. As a third party, Id already overstepped considerably on what should have been a private discussion.

Welco back to the concrete express. Bob sighed.

Appreciate you, Bob.

Girls gonna be okay?

I hope so.

Bob took a breather at the halfway point, when sothing high-pitched and static, distinctly magic-esque reverberated over the yard. I looked back, and saw Astria and Astrid, standing side by side within a renewed shield, hands held in solidarity. Astria launched projectile after projectile, destroying the remaining walls that covered the snipers.

A bittersweet feeling of relief ca over . I was happy for them, truly. But their closeness struck a chord, an imperfect reminder of what I had lost. I closed my eyes. Id have to deal with this, eventually. Shore up my vulnerabilities, finish rebuilding the ntal walls. If I didnt, there was only a matter of ti before I started making mistakes.

For now, I had a necromancer to hunt.