ARC 6-Winter War-26
Three days have passed since Howie’s rescue. A very quiet three days, given the damage my household wrought in Quest. No one else has co to question after Mr. Four Affinities’ poor attempt at an interrogation.
As for the future hero, the cut on his brow was healed, his system was cleansed of my madness-inducing pheromones, and he was sent on his way after mumbling apologies he didn’t an, along with vague recollections of what happened.
I’ve been consud with building my next circle. It is far more involved than the circle for the shuba. Not only because I have to build it from scratch but also because the creature I hope to contract is known for its species’ individuality. If I want an elental that will blend well with my household, I have to be incredibly precise with my circle.
Alana has also been busy. After experiencing the ntal-shattering effects of my body’s excretions at full power, she has been training non-stop.
Morning and night, she is sparing with Kierra. She’s even forsaken seeing the teacher sent by her father, Sir Pucky or whatever his na is. She is determined to beco stronger, as fast as possible.
Any hesitance she’s had about cheating her way to power is gone. She’s even involved the succubi, though they are only allowed to heal and revitalize her. I don’t need to worry about them putting any tricks in her body to be discovered at the most inopportune tis.
She also refuses to speak with . I’d be worried if I couldn’t sll that she isn’t upset. Far from it. Simply being in the sa room as is enough to have her wet and ready, so she is avoiding like I have a plague.
As much as she can. Geneva’s cooking is enough to compel her to share a table with and I get to enjoy a half hour of her fighting to keep her hands out of her pants while enjoying the succubus’ cooking.
“Mm. This is certainly more elaborate than the last circle.”
I glance up from my place on the floor to find Kierra leaning in the doorway of the room. Carefully, I navigate my way out of the circle, hyper conscious of saring any lines. Once free, I hurry to Kierra, falling into her open arms. “Alana let you go?”
“Despite her new rabid desire for growth, she still needs rest.” She chuckles. “Be careful, dedia. She is like the cubs of fierce beasts. Soft and cute but their ferocious appetites can kill a mother who doesn’t have enough to eat and leave destitute all but the riches of keepers.”
Yeah, might have created a bit of a monster. The looks she gives sotis…
A shiver, half apprehension, half strange excitent, goes down my spine.
“Tell about this circle. It is quite…active.”
I grin, turning in her arms so I can better point out the details. My second circle is quite full. Compared to the portrait of the shuba circle, this one is more like an epic series of illustrations.
They tell a story. My story, the most exciting parts on one side, starting from my rebirth and ending with our rampage in Quest. On the other side, the half ant to represent the kind of elental I hope to contract, are pictures of my eventual adventures. The Bleak Peaks. The world. Other realms.
Drawn throughout are vague impressions of the creature I hope to summon. Two arms. Two legs. A head and several tails fanned out like the feathers of colorful birds. Four wings extending from its back.
“What is this one called?” Kierra asks putting her chin on top of my head.
“They have many nas but the most common one is lueorale. Another ancient tongue. Translations differ but it vaguely ans sothing like dancing light.”
“A dancer?”
“Don’t underestimate them because of their na.”
“Oh, I do not. If you rember, my sister is a dancer. Though she prefers twirling through the forest with the birds and butterflies, she is my mother’s daughter. Dancers are not to be underestimated.”
“Hah…well, the reason I’m interested in lueorales is because, despite having a coefficient ranging between 200-250, they are masters of the light affinity. The summoner whose record I read contracted one at the behest of an ancient king to who loved theater. A single one was able to put on a convincing play, creating vivid illusions and supporting them with accurate sounds using the wind affinity.
“Even more amazing, they are highly creative. Each night, for a thousand nights, the lueorale wove a new story to amuse the king. The king invited nobles and heroes from other countries to show off his amazing jester. The lueorale’s skill was so impressive, it sparked a war for the creature, which eventually led to its death.’’
“That is impressive…if it is true.”
I shake my head and click my tongue. “I don’t doubt a record without good reason.” Ugh. Imagine if I had to question every record I ever read. No summoner can investigate every realm. We have to rely on each generation to push our knowledge a little further.
That’s why record keeping is so sacred. A summoner who falsifies their record…I don’t have the words for that. Probably because I’ve never encountered it. I suppose it’s possible but…it simply isn’t done.
“It’s very impressive. However, the lueorale themselves aren’t very popular now because, without question, they refuse to fight. Even in defense of their own lives.”
They will run, they will hide, and they are incredible at both with their affinities, but they will never, under any conditions, harm a thinking or feeling creature.
There are enough predators in my house. Controlling Geneva’s machinations is more than enough for a lifeti. Having a benign creature’s whose intentions I can trust, as far as I can trust a stranger, will be nice.
“I do not know if being taught by a flower will be effective.”
“Hey, just because they don’t fight doesn’t an they don’t know how to fight. The summoner in the record I’m working from talks about so of the plays the lueorale produced and they involved epic scenes of heroes slaying powerful monsters, many using light magic.”
“I see. You are prioritizing knowledge and temperant over power.”
“You get it.” I could have gone for a more powerful elental but that would an capping my own coefficient further. As convenient as summoning powerful elentals is, I’m my best asset.
If I learn how to use my seven affinities, I will outclass any elental I can think of. Therefore, it’s important that I don’t weigh myself done with too many contracts.
“Another good thing about them is that they are beauty fanatics. Anything beautiful. Won, jewelry, nature, art, anything. They also appreciate luxury items like smooth silk and fine wines. They are the ultimate connoisseurs of culture. They travel through the realms to experience it.”
I grin. “Which ans they will bring knowledge of new things to enjoy. The realm with the most beautiful won. The best wines. The finest foods.”
My wife chuckles and nuzzles the top of my head. “I was wondering if my conqueror had been made too soft by her star. Good. Never forget your desires, Lou. Pursuing them will make you strong.”
Hmph. She doesn’t have to remind . “I’m almost done with the drawing. With my new strength and speed, it won’t take long to carve.” Even if I’m carving into smooth white stone provided by Bell. I’ve had plenty of practice with the shuba circle to adapt to my strength.
“It’ll take a day at most to arrange the embellishnts. I’ll ask you to arrange things with Talia.”
“As you want beautiful things to attract this creature.” Kierra cocks her head. “Alana is stirring.”
“Already?”
“She needs sleep but not much. What else would you expect from the pets?” Kierra releases . “I best return before she cos searching for . It will take several minutes to focus her mind if she catches a whiff of you.”
I grin. “How long, do you think?”
“Mm. If you allow or the pet to be present, tonight.”
I shake my finger. “Alone.”
“If you want to allow for a little carelessness, then perhaps…two months.”
Saints give the patience. “And if I want to allow for more?”
Kierra chuckles. “Can you endure for that long?”
I scowl. “No way.”
“I thought not.”
I close my eyes as I think. “Fine. Compromise. The first ti, short and sweet. Afterwards, we’ll see how she feels about company.” I’ll lose my mind otherwise.
My wife licks her lips. “I look forward to it.”
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