"Oh dear..." Jena held her forehead, the tension in the room was so high she could practically feel the mana particles charged with it.
"We can speak while we eat, my disciples need sustenance." Sol turned and began walking towards the kitchen-like restaurant area of the complex completed with an exbition cooking area where the guests had the choice to watch the chefs at work.
"Please, h-hold on a second, I beg you to clarify what you an by that." The man stood stiffly with his back to the door and his hand guarding his wife. "If your goal is to court my lady, I will die before I see that happen, I will kill you on the spot rather than allow it!"
"Hm," Sol stared passively at the man. "What's your na?" He stared pass the man at the woman shalessly. "Go on, answer."
"I am Grecia, my Lord," The wife bowed politely, rembering her manners in place of her husband, she had known since setting foot inside of the room and facing sol that he was a being she stood no chance of opposing, neither did her husband, but what also struck her interest was what he had said about her kind.
Her senses were as sharp as any, Vatui were attuned to the emotion of others, it was a passive trait those in the Grand Collective had to suppress in order to fight, so she could tell that Sol sincerely ant them no harm either.
Few if any, knew the value of the Vatui gene, not even her Husband knew of her latent abilities, and she was warned as soon as she had the sense to speak that she should forever remain hidden so long as she lived, or face death at the hands of a cruel ruler.
"Grecia," Sol repeated her na, making note of it with a smile. "Would you join us?"
"I am opposed to refuse, my Lord," Grecia replied again and held her husband's hand. "Co, love, join Lord Vestic, he will not harm , I promise." She smiled at her husband pulling him along.
"But-"
"Co now, do not be stubborn," She adamantly pulled him, easing the mood again when he was forced to comply.
"Master is acting strangely..." Fuhua mumbled, unable to pinpoint the personality she had gotten used to.
"You have only known him for a little over a day, most of which you spent unconscious, what did you expect to know about Master in that small ti?" Jena chuckled while them and everyone else settled into a cozy atmosphere. "There is a mountain of information you have yet to gain access to."
"What are you doing?" Grecia's husband glared at Sol, but the man only smiled politely as he pulled out a seat for Grecia and gently fixed her to sit, and then in another show of respect, did the sa for him.
"May I ask your na as well?" Sol smiled at him when he complied and sat.
"I am Cidd," He answered impolitely, seeing Sol's eyes go lazy at his attitude.
"Cidd," Grecia bumped him in his side. "Behave yourself, this man has not shown you any hostility," She warned him, smiling nervously and raising her hands flasped in a gesture of asking. "Please forgive his behaviour my Lord, my husband is being overprotective." She lowered her head once more.
"I'm aware," Sol pulled out another seat around the table for Fuhua, and then one for Jena while Bao'er pulled his seat with a smile and gestured that he be seated as well. "Thank you,"
"Certainly your Excellence." The hostess smiled and retreated several paces to the side, turning to the kitchen and initiating their processes as the overseer, clapping her hands and summoning the waiters with refreshnts.
Sol took his sweet ti finding a strange pleasure in slightly torturing the man's skepticism with silence before he finally caved with a chuckle and relaxed his elbow informally on the table.
"Sorry, I was going to keep ssing with you but my conscience is bothered by my own behaviour." He explained, taking a sip of the refreshnt and looking around at Bao'er. "This is delicious,"
"Thank you, your excellence, it is brewed and fernted here in the Palace, a luxury that is only offered to our special guests."
"It is exquisite," Fuhua stared at her cup in shock, having never tasted anything like this in her life, it was wine, fragrant as a flower and smooth to the tongue and throat, with a subtle sweetness that lingered in their mouths and left a small yearning for more.
"Jena?" Sol stared at her. "You are not old enough to drink, put it down."
"But Master, I-"
"No," He chuckled, watching the system sigh and rest her cheek on the table, pushing the small glass to the side with her finger, gazing at it longingly. "Good girl, I will reward you for your obedience, here."
Sol reached into his sleeve, creating a pocket into his soul, picking a fruit from his Divine Tree and revealing it, glowing and gold it brimd and humd with power, leaving everyone in the room speechless, but none more than Grecia who had felt the fluxuations of space and felt the pull of his mana, a strange familiarity she had never felt before coming from her brief exposure to the presence of a Godslayer.
"What is that?" Fuhua asked, almost salivating as she chapped her lips and watched Sol pass the treasure to the little girl who accepted it with gleeful and sparkling eyes. "Master?"
"A fruit of my own creation," Sol smiled at her. "Tasting it would ruin your appetite, it will make you want nothing else; but you may have one after you eat to experience mana like you have never before. "I have yet to give it a na, but I suppose a fitting na would be [Mana Fruit]." He explained and then looked at their two guests once more.
"On the matter of ho... Grecia."
"Yes, my Lord," The woman sat attentively. "You said you needed to Inspect , yes, what will you be inspecting, my Lord?"
"Grecia!" Cidd nearly slamd his hand on the table, but refrained from doing so when Sol's head slowly turned and his vision settled with impatience.
"Cidd, I understand that you are confused, upset, and afraid, but I assure you, I an your wife no harm," Sol finally began clarifying himself.
"One does not need to an harm to do harm, what kind of inspection of a man's wife will do no harm, are you a doctor?" Cidd asked, and Jena sighed, she had not even taken a bite of the fruit yet, opting to simply hug it like a large apple to herself.
"Master would have no interest in lady Grecia," She countered Cidd's words. "She may be his type based on preference, but she is years too late to even attempt stealing his heart."
"Indeed, I hold no infatuation to the lady, I am simply interested in testing her-"
"Testing her?" Fuhua almost choked on her wine. "Testing her?" she repeated once more.
"Everyone, be quiet." Sol sat upright and spoke in an authorative tone, the kitchen went silent, Bao'er stood at attention, Grecia and Cidd sat straight with their eyes wide in shock and Fuhua sobered from her few sips, stiffenning like a log in her seat while Jena turned to him with her head on the table and her cheek squished.
"I am interested in testing the value of her soul, the purity of her power; the power which lies within her is much like that of my wife, you see, I am also married to a Vatui Maiden, and Grecia here is the closest I have seen anyone resemble her internally, I want to examine the differences as we are far from ho."
"Testing her soul?" Bao'er seed more confused than even the couple was. "The purity of her power?" She asked again. "Your Excellency, we have devices and artifacts that do such things, I have never heard of a person testing another's soul-"
"Are you out of your mind?" Cidd furrowed his brows in fright. "I will not allow it, such technology is used as ans of torture!"
"That's enough for now," Sol relaxed again and closed his eyes. "My stay here is primarily for the comfort of my disciples, I am only spending the night and not a mont more, we leave at dawn so I will do it imdiately after we have dined, and as I have tediously repeated several tis, Grecia will not be hard in any way." He made a point to slightly tap his glass on the table after speaking, closing the conversation.
"Master is married..." Fuhua slowly slumped and rested her forehead on the edge of the table, clutching her stomach and sighing. "He never ntioned this even once, and he has been so kind to , I never imagined, I thought that I could... I thought I had a chance..."
"Senior Sister, are you unwell?" Jena stared at her from the opposite hand of Sol. "Do you need a mont?" She quizzed, watching Sol turn and rest his hand on her back, checking for abnormalities at the first sign of trouble.
"Uh... no," The woman sucked in a breath and stared up at the innocent smile he gave her while his mana probed hers.
"I think I need a new heart."
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