"How about , I think that’s a good na, no? What do you think, Master~!" Clentine probed with a teasing tone. Her voice a soft velvet trap, inviting him in with a playful purr.
He nodded with a satisfied smile as she had expected. "Aezaleon Eyne Ezodious!" Repeating after her. "Indeed, that’s a... good na, but what does it an? It should have a aning behind it for you to give it to after a whole minute’s contemplation, correct?"
Aezaleon questioned with a curious tone. Looking into his companion’s crimson eyes with an eager expression. Clentine smiled, feeling amused on watching his reaction. His eagerness was like a young sprout stretching toward the morning sun.
"Actually, the na cos from a rare species of flowers unique to my world. It’s a flower that blooms in blood, while collecting the soul fragnts of the ones fallen near it. It absorbs the blood and the fragnts it had collected over ti. Subsequently, when the flower is properly processed, it becos into sothing we call ."
"Sothing of a luxury item, only accessible to the royalties and the other top powers of my world, because of its rareness and how hard it is to process the aezaleon flowers and make the amazing Zeyon Dust. As for what it does, it can be used in many products—in cooking, wines, alchemy—but considering its luscious and aromatic fragrance, the Zeyon Dust is mostly sprinkled over the dishes as the last touching, all to make them more savory and scrumptious."
"It really magnifies the taste after all. Not to ntion its soul revitalizing, blood nourishing and regenerative effects. It truly is a one-of-a-kind item, that we vampires in particular enjoy very much."
Clentine explained. Her eyes were a bit dazed with a faint lancholy on her flawless face as she rembered about her past. The mory was like a bittersweet wine, rich with age but heavy with sorrow. Nonetheless, shaking her head she quickly composed herself and had her attention focused on the matter at hand—the explanation.
"As for your middle and last na..." She continued, gazing into his eyes, who listened to her words rather attentively.
"It is simply the na of a good friend of mine that I had a long ti ago, but most probably she is also already dead by now."
"She was an undead, an Archaic Lich, proficient in Nether and Death Laws and was also a strong Divine Entity. Not as strong as , but she was there; she was quite strong alright. Needless to say, there is no particularly deep aning behind your na; I just ca up with it on the spot after all." She shrugged. Giving him a glance.
"However, if you really are looking for a aningful na, then I’d say this na ans: a collector of dead and unfortunate souls! Like a Connoisseur who collects the damned and the wretched in his soul, though one who has just begun on his journey and doesn’t know much about his field."
Clentine smiled, ending her explanation. A smile like a predator’s grace, elegant yet hiding a thousand secrets.
Aezaleon Eyne Ezodious was left completely speechless and overwheld by the long and tedious explanation the woman gave him over a simple na. ’Wow, did she actually think so much in such a little ti!’
SIGH!
He shook his head.
"I’m curious?!"
"Go on, tell !" Clentine raised her brow at the question. "Curious about what?" She already had a guess, but she still waited to hear it directly from his mouth.
The air between them humd like a taut wire.
"Why didn’t you give your own surna and had instead chosen to give your friend’s na?"
Aezaleon asked, and as though he suddenly rembered sothing, his eyes narrowed. "By the way, why don’t you introduce yourself too, since aside from your na, there really is nothing I know about what or who you even are, Clentine Eyth Lifeblood!"
"Hmm. Of course you would ask this!"
She nodded. Her lips arched into a knowing smile.
"I don’t give you my na because the House of Eyth Lifeblood only has one mber in it and that is : the Founder. When I was alive I didn’t have many subordinates and I wasn’t close with anyone either to give them the honor of bestowing my family na to them."
"And as you already know, I have a lot of enemies, so the mont it is known that there is soone roaming the worlds with my na, two conclusions would imdiately co into my enemies’ minds. First, that I had a child that I was able to save from their relentless pursuit of —but that is impossible as I still maintain my innocence even to this day, not because I’m cold or heartless or that I see n as lower creatures, but because I never found soone both worthy enough and also to my liking for to give my innocence to him and bear his child. Anyways, the second conclusion would be that I left behind my inheritance or sothing and had finally found a successor worthy enough to give my na. In any case, in both situations, you will get hunted down by them before you can even reach your full potential since they wouldn’t want to leave any loose ends behind that could prove to potentially beco their enemies in the future. It’s like nipping the bud before its bloom, which is not good both for you and , and you already know why that is the case, correct?"
The smile never left Clentine’s curled lips as she gave the reason. Her logic was like a cold iron cage, trapping him within its undeniable truth.
Aezaleon exhaled, massaging his temples. Of course he knew what his companion was talking about; as a calamity and more so as an intelligent calamity, he already had a very big target on his head.
After all, every outsider that ca into this realm ca because of the abundant resources of this place, which were the calamities themselves aside from many other materials.
After all, the world looked at his kind as a harvest waiting to be reaped.
His whole race was seen as nothing but objects by the outsiders to kill and grow stronger, or to enslave them for their benefits, or as they called it in more pleasing words: To ta the beasts! The so-called , or the now newly popular word: the Calamity Tars!
All in all, if Aezaleon isn’t strong enough by the ti he cos into contact with the truly strong ones, then death or becoming a slave is all that awaits him. So, making more enemies and exposing himself to more people would only do him more harm than good.
It would be like carrying a torch into a den of sleeping vipers.
At least, Aezaleon should lie low until he can grow confident enough to keep himself alive no matter the situation he is thrust into.
"In any case, we will talk about so other ti. For now, why don’t you create a body for that you told about, Aezaleon?" Clentine suggested. Her suggestion landed with the steady weight of a falling anchor.
"So sudden...!"
HuH!
"What do you an so sudden, Aezal? Just look at !" Clentine pointed at herself.
"My rank one soul cores have already expended more than fifty percent of their energy to maintain my current physical form. Which I don’t like one bit; I’m not even doing anything aside from conversing with you and even then it has only been just over thirty minutes. It doesn’t justify the energy I’m expending at all to maintain my current form; it’s so wasteful."
She complained in a flat, slightly angered tone.
"To think I have fallen so low. Becoming so weak that I can hardly believe it, not to ntion, my control over my energy has also beco so poor. How embarrassing...!" She exhaled and shook her head.
Her frustration was like a storm trapped in a small, fragile bottle.
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