Nyria leaned against the balcony railing, her gaze upon the clear sky.
Behind her was a large field layered with different types of grass.
There are few things that don't trigger her OCD.
The clear sky without any uneven clouds is one of them.
How many hours have passed?
She doesn't know.
Her gaze never left the sky.
Nyria vaguely rembers soone who used to help with her OCD.
Soone who always cald her down.
Was it a boy?
A boy younger than her, perhaps.
But even if she tried, she doesn't rember his face.
It was blurred.
Hard to picture.
"Was he important?"
She muttered to herself.
Perhaps he was.
But does it matter now?
She didn't know.
"...Hmm?"
Nyria shifted her gaze.
Soone walked toward her.
It was Irenka.
She approached, looking through the report she held in one hand.
"I have made a list of all the things you need to know for the next eting."
Irenka inford, her voice respectful.
"This eting could be a problem."
Being the branch family of Gerald Highbloods, Irenka had been following Nyria since she was a child.
Her family is one of the core mbers who support Nerissa against her brother Lorvil.
An inner conflict within the Gerald Highbloods not many are aware of.
Nyria took the report from her.
Skimming through it, she whispered, "You did a great job."
"Ah… Thank you."
Irenka bowed her head slightly.
Closing the report file, she looked at the sky once again.
Irenka remained silent, gazing at her.
Ti passed.
Trying to continue the conversation, Irenka asked dryly.
"How long can your body hold?"
Nyria remained silent.
Irenka waited before she asked again.
"Being an Avatar is really problematic, isn't it?"
"Not really," she replied curtly. "It isn't."
The conversation was cut short.
Irenka couldn't think of anything else to ask, neither did Nyria bother with anything.
Because of this, Irenka sotis had doubts.
Are they even close?
Does she even have any value in Nyria's eyes?
"Say...." Nyria began, her gaze never leaving the sky. "Isn't 'he' in the sa year as you?"
Irenka frowned.
She took a mont to understand who 'he' was.
"Ahh, yes," Irenka replied, nodding her head. "Himl takes Professor Lirien's class along with ."
"How is he?" Nyria asked, her voice flat.
There wasn't any curiosity.
"Stupid. Inattentive. Racist. Unlikeable."
Irenka counted down, her voice carrying distaste.
"Is he strong?"
Nyria asked, tilting her head.
"No. He isn't."
Irenka replied confidently.
"I see." Nyria nodded before saying, "He is stronger than you."
Irenka frowned. "Pardon?"
She was having a hard ti believing it.
Being the eldest daughter of the lrose family, she wasn't soone to be taken lightly.
She herself was sure she could beat Himl.
"Yes. He is strong, perhaps as strong as ."
Irenka fell into deep thought.
Is this a joke? She knows how to joke now?
"Hehe, a good one, my lady."
Irenka forced a small laugh.
Nyria tilted her head. "Why are you laughing?"
Irenka's eyes narrowed. "Are you not joking?"
"I am not," Nyria replied, her voice flat. "I can feel it... he is far more dangerous."
Irenka's eyes widened.
It was the first ti Nyria had acknowledged soone.
Irenka took a mont to compose herself.
"I will keep that in mind."
She said, her voice respectful.
"And I should inform—"
"No." Nyria cut into her words. "Don't tell anyone."
Irenka had an urge to argue.
But.
She just lowered her head slightly. "As you wish."
They both remained silent.
Nyria had her gaze on the sky.
They stood there, neither saying anything.
"Nyria."
A voice broke the silence between them.
They both turned to look at the handso boy walking toward them.
He had long green hair with matching eyes.
"How many tis do I need to remind you, Kelvhan?" Irenka asked, her voice sharp. "Don't call her by her na."
Kelvhan's head snapped toward her. "I will call her however I like," he barked.
"Know your place—"
"I know my place, Irenka." He cut into her words. "I'm her cousin, and you are the outsider her—"
"Sothing you want to talk about?" Nyria asked, cutting into his words.
Kelvhan's mood imdiately shifted.
His eyes softened as he t her gaze.
"Can we talk in private?" He asked, glancing at Irenka.
Irenka turned to look at Nyria as well.
"Why?" Nyria asked, her gaze on him. "What's so important?"
"It's important." Kelvhan said, his voice earnest.
"I see." Nyria mumbled.
Kelvhan's mood imdiately brightened up.
"Let's go," he said, turning on his heels. "I have already booked a place for us to dine...."
His words died down.
An old man was walking toward them.
His gray hair neatly combed, wearing a butler's uniform.
His long elongated ears gave away his lineage.
"Sir Fredrick." Kelvhan whispered through his clenched jaw.
Fredrick, Nerissa's butler, glanced at him before turning his attention to Nyria.
He bowed deeply. "My lady."
Nyria acknowledged him.
"What brings you here, uncle?"
She asked, her voice soft.
Ever since she was a child, Fredrick had been there for her family.
Even when her mother stopped caring for her.
He was there for her.
Fredrick let out a sigh as he took out an invitation card from his bracelet.
Nyria curiously took the card.
A wedding invitation.
"It's happening, my lady." Fredrick said, his voice grim. "The Asuras are uniting together."
Nyria opened the invitation.
"Wait, are you saying they are... no way."
Fredrick nodded. "Yes. They are making a new empire."
Irenka frowned.
She could already see the chaos that was sure to happen soon.
"They have invited every Highblood." Fredrick continued, gazing at Nyria. "Including the elves."
Nyria leaned back on the railing.
Her gaze moved back toward the sky.
"It's happening, huh?" She muttered. "A new empire after a thousand years."
Nyria blinked.
Her gaze trailed behind a streak of white against the clear sky.
She tried to focus on it.
Her lips quivered.
She rembered how her Pegasus liked that boy.
It told a lot about him to her.
But.
Why is the sa boy riding a white Pegasus?
"What is this absurdity?"
********
"This is cheating!!"
Zenith's frustration echoed in my ears as I jumped down Corvina's back.
The Pegasus snorted softly, rubbing its body against mine.
"Wait!?"
I turned to look at Zenith.
She quickly rushed towards us.
"Cuddle too."
She whispered, opening her arms towards Corvina.
The Pegasus just snorted before it flapped its wings.
Without even glancing back at her, it vanished into the sky.
Zenith stood there with her arms wide open.
Tears threatened to trickle down her face.
I walked closer, opening my arms to hug her. "Aw, my daughter—"
"Go away!" She yelled, snapping my arm. "You are the worst!"
Turning on her heels, she rushed towards Siersha before hugging her tightly.
"Why him?" She grimaced, burying her face in her chest. "Why does Corvina like him but not !?"
"There, there." Siersha rubbed her back, her voice soothing. "It's just because he is a virgin."
I opened my mouth to correct her.
But.
I held back.
There was no need to correct her.
'And I have a feeling that she won't like it if I do tell her.' "So am I!" Zenith exclaid. Turning her head, she glared at . "What's so special about him?"
"Maybe he died a virgin in his previous life?" Heather made a wild guess.
And oddly enough, Amaury nodded.
Fucking stupid simp.
At least think before nodding.
"I don't think that's the reason." Siersha said, still patting Zenith.
"Then why?" Zenith asked. "Why is he special?"
"...."
Nobody had an answer, so they kept quiet.
I shrugged as well.
'Any idea why, Inna?' [
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