Chapter 560 - Finally Free
As Astron walked down the corridor, ready to leave the guild behind, he received a message on his communicator. It was short but to the point: "Team's waiting to see you off."
He paused, slightly surprised. He hadn't expected the others to make a scene about his departure, but knowing them, it wasn't too shocking either. With a sigh, he adjusted his cloak and made his way toward the main hall where they were waiting.
As he rounded the corner, the team stood there, each of them showing various signs of fatigue from the recent battles, but all looking determined not to let him leave without saying goodbye.
Kurt, with his usual stoic expression, was the first to speak. "You're really leaving us, huh?"
Astron nodded, his calm demeanor unchanged. "That was the plan from the start."
Dorian, leaning casually against the wall, crossed his arms and grinned. "Still feels weird. You've only been with us a short time, but it feels like you've been part of this team forever. You sure you can't stay for a little longer?"
Astron mumbled, shaking his head. "Afraid not. I've got other obligations to get back to."
Elena stepped forward, her staff resting against her shoulder. "We wouldn't have cleared those rank-6 gates without you. We're going to miss having you around."
Lila, standing next to Elena, nodded in agreement. "You pushed us harder than anyone else. We're better Hunters because of it. Thanks, Astron."
Elena stepped forward, her staff resting against her shoulder. "We wouldn't have cleared those rank-6 gates without you. We're going to miss having you around."
Lila, standing next to Elena, nodded in agreement. "You pushed us harder than anyone else. We're better Hunters because of it. Thanks, Astron."
Gareth, usually the quiet one, chimed in as well. "We'll manage, but it's going to be different without you."
Astron met their gazes. "You're all strong enough. You don't need me to keep moving forward. Just trust in what you've learned."
Kurt gave a firm nod. "We will. But don't think we're letting you off that easy. The next time you're back, we'll be even stronger."
Dorian's grin widened. "And next time, we're buying the first round of drinks. No excuses."
Kurt stepped forward, his usually stoic expression tinged with a hint of humility. He looked directly at Astron, and for a moment, the weight of his thoughts was visible in his eyes.
"You know," he began, his voice steady but sincere, "in this short time, I've realized just how much I was lacking as a leader. I thought I had things under control, but you opened my eyes. I was too shortsighted, too comfortable. I didn't realize how much I was slacking—how much I was missing in the Hunter world. I wasn't pushing myself or the team hard enough."
Astron regarded him with his usual calm, but there was a flicker of understanding in his gaze. "No one can ever be sure of their progress, Kurt. Not completely. And that's the key—you can't let yourself get complacent. The moment you think you've got everything figured out, you stop growing."
Kurt nodded slowly, absorbing the words. "I get that now. It's about knowing that there's always more to learn, more to improve on."
"Well, it seems I don't need to say anything more."
Kurt let out a small breath, his gaze firm but grateful. "Knowing that you know nothing—I'll remember that. And next time, when you see us again, we'll be a team you can be proud of."
Astron gave him a nod, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. "You're already on the right path. Keep going."
You're already on the right path. Keep going."
The rest of the team, listening in, seemed to feel the weight of Kurt's words. They had all grown in their own ways, but hearing Kurt—who had been their anchor—acknowledge his own shortcomings reinforced how much they had all been through together.
As the conversation settled, the atmosphere became a little lighter. Dorian nudged Kurt with a grin. "So you're saying we were all slacking, huh? Guess we've got some work to do."
Kurt chuckled, shaking his head. "We've all got work to do."
Astron glanced around at the team one last time.
"Good luck," Astron said finally, turning toward the exit. "I'll be watching your progress."
With that, he walked away, leaving the team behind. But as they watched him go, they knew this wasn't the end—just a new beginning for all of them.
"But still…..being teammates with a guy like him, I guess I have one more thing to brag to my grandchildren in the future."
Dorian, ever the one to lighten the mood, smirked and clapped Kurt on the back. "Grandchildren? Why don't you start with a girlfriend first, old man? You might not make it that long at this rate."
Kurt shot him a mock glare. "Oh, don't start with that. I'll live long enough to see all you slackers fall behind."
Elena raised an eyebrow, trying and failing to suppress a smile. "Don't go jinxing yourself with that kind of talk, Kurt. Who knows, with how reckless you've been, you might not even live long enough for the girlfriend part."
The rest of the team chuckled, and even Gareth cracked a rare smile. Dorian, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned in with a playful grin. "Yeah, Kurt, maybe focus on surviving the next rank-6 gate before planning your legacy."
"Or," Lila chimed in with a teasing tone, "you could always settle down with one of those reporters. They seemed pretty impressed with you back there."
Kurt groaned, rubbing his face as the teasing continued. "You're all impossible," he muttered, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "First a girlfriend, then grandchildren—let's keep it in order."
Dorian winked. "Baby steps, my friend. Though, if you keep charging headfirst into danger, you might want to hurry up with that whole 'settling down' thing."
Elena lightly tapped Dorian's arm. "Stop saying ominous things, will you? We've had enough close calls for one day."
The team laughed, the tension of the earlier battles melting away in the warmth of their camaraderie. Even after all the hardships and the weight of Astron's departure, they found solace in each other. Their shared experiences, the jokes, and the teasing reminded them that, despite everything, they still had each other.
As the laughter faded, Kurt shook his head, smiling. "All right, all right, enough with the doom and gloom. We've got more battles ahead, but we're ready. Let's keep moving forward."
"Yeah…"
*******
Why are there many people who want to become hunters, even knowing the dangers that those hunters face?
What is the primary reason for such a thing?
The answer lies in mostly two things: wealth and strength.
Firstly, the industry is heavily invested in, offering vast opportunities for financial gain. The life of a successful hunter provides immense improvement in living conditions, access to resources, and societal status. The sheer amount of money involved attracts many, as the rewards are seen as outweighing the risks.
Secondly, strength is crucial in their world. Physical power and combat ability are essential for survival and influence.
Yet, strength alone isn't sufficient for an average person. Without the money and resources that come with being a successful hunter, even the strongest individual would struggle to thrive in the dangerous environment in which hunters operate.
–"You have successfully completed your mission as promised; congratulations."
"Is that so?" I responded, sitting casually at my desk as Reina's hologram flickered in front of me, her usual calm yet commanding presence transmitted through the glowing projection.
–"That is right. You have exceeded the bar set for success. With the amount of media attention, Vanguard Haven can now be used as a proxy a lot more efficiently."
I nodded, letting the weight of her words sink in. This third mission had been the final piece of the deal I made with her. I'd kept my end of the bargain—three successful missions, media coverage to bolster Vanguard Haven's influence, and now, with my promise fulfilled, I was free to focus on what mattered to me.
"Then that settles it," I said, my tone flat but filled with satisfaction. "I've completed my part."
Reina's holographic figure studied me for a moment, her sharp gaze unwavering even through the distance. –"Yes, you have. You've earned the time you requested for yourself. The rest of the break is yours to do with as you please."
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "I appreciate you holding up your end of the agreement."
–"A promise is a promise," Reina replied, her voice carrying a sense of finality. –"Though I'm curious what you'll do with the time now that you have it. Training? Preparing for the upcoming semester?"
"Something like that," I answered.
–"You really will not answer, huh?"
She has been asking me about this for a while, though she met the same answer all the time. Though it is a bit risky to hide this from the organization, for now, I can't trust them fully.
It is important to keep my things to myself.
Reina leaned back slightly, her sharp gaze softening for the first time during the conversation. –"Fine, keep your secrets for now," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. –"But let's talk about something more concrete—your payment."
I tilted my head, waiting for her to continue. Payment wasn't the primary reason I took on the missions, but it certainly didn't hurt to know how much my time was worth.
–"For your first two missions," she continued, her tone becoming more businesslike, –"since they were undercover, the payment will be done via Arcanum Credits. You'll be able to use those within the organization's system. Think of them as internal currency—useful for acquiring specialized gear, information, or even training sessions with top-tier instructors."
I nodded. Arcanum Credits were well-regarded within the organization, particularly for hunters like me who operated both inside and outside of the public eye. Having a reserve of those would be useful.
–"As for your third mission," Reina added, –"you'll be paid in both Arcanum Credits and Valer."
I raised an eyebrow at that. Valer was the primary currency for most regions, used by both guilds and mercenaries. Getting paid in Valer meant I could use the funds freely outside the organization, wherever I pleased. "And why the difference?"
–"Since your third mission involved Vanguard Haven, it's important to set an example," she explained. –"The guild is heavily invested in maintaining public trust, and that means they reward success handsomely. By associating yourself with them and performing well, it strengthens their reputation, and they want to show their appreciation."
I nodded again, understanding the broader implications. Vanguard Haven was keen on keeping its hunters well-compensated, especially when those hunters drew positive media attention, as I had done.
–"Additionally," Reina continued, a glint in her eyes, –"thanks to the positive feedback from Warden Toren, your pay will be higher than initially planned. He was impressed by your performance and the way you handled things under pressure."
I remained expressionless, but inwardly, I noted the significance of Toren's approval. It wasn't easy to impress someone like him.
–"For your two-day internship, you'll be rewarded with 2 million Valer."
I blinked, keeping my reaction measured. That was a significant sum, far more than I had anticipated. While the Arcanum Credits would help me navigate within the organization, the Valer gave me more freedom and options in the broader world.
–"The payment will be transferred to your account shortly," Reina concluded, her tone returning to its usual composed state. –"You've done well, Astron. Use the break wisely."
"I will," I replied, leaning back in my chair again. The weight of the rewards, both monetary and otherwise, hung in the air between us. But I knew Reina wasn't just talking about money. She was reminding me that with freedom came responsibility—and that the next steps I took would matter.
The hologram flickered once more before disappearing, leaving me alone in my room, now significantly wealthier and with a brief period of freedom ahead.
"Two million Valer...They really want to show off…."
Though I did not mind.
"Now, let's prepare."
The hunt for an undercover dog…..
It was the time.
Chapter 561 - Finally Free (2)
In the room where intricate engravings resembling the beauty of nature adorned the walls, a girl with purple hair cascading down to her waist sat at her desk, sipping her tea. The room was a masterful blend of elegance and luxury, the engravings capturing the essence of flourishing forests and serene rivers, each detail carved into the wood with painstaking precision.
The subtle glow from the chandelier overhead cast a warm light across the room, highlighting the richness of the engravings, which seemed to pulse with life as if the forest itself had been brought indoors.
Expensive furniture made of rare woods and adorned with fine craftsmanship filled the space, with shelves lined with books and documents. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender, a calming presence that matched the serenity of the surroundings. The girl was sitting at her desk, a delicate teacup resting in her hand as she glanced over the documents in front of her.
Among those documents was the invitation to the banquet—a key piece that she had secured just as Astron had desired. It hadn't been difficult. Her family name alone held enough influence in the Southern side of the Valerian Federation to open doors, and acquiring an invitation was as simple as mentioning who she was.
The weight of her family's name made things run smoothly in this part of the world, and that power was something she wielded with subtlety and precision.
As she scanned the papers, her eyes narrowing in thought, a soft knock at the door pulled her from her concentration.
The door creaked open, and Alfred, ever composed and elegant, stepped inside.
"Alfred."
The girl said, looking at the man entering.
His sharp, formal appearance contrasted with the calm, natural atmosphere of the room. With a polite bow, he addressed her.
"My Lady," Alfred began, his tone measured and respectful. "The dress you requested for the banquet has been prepared and delivered. It is ready whenever you wish to try it on."
Maya placed her teacup down on the saucer with a soft clink, a smile gracing her lips. "Ah, wonderful. Thank you, Alfred."
Maya rose gracefully from her chair, smoothing her hands over the delicate fabric of her gown as she stood. Her movements were as fluid as ever, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor—something even Alfred, her ever-watchful butler, couldn't quite place. The excitement she held for this banquet was unlike the usual demeanor of the members of the family that he had been serving.
Typically, such affairs had little appeal to her nor the Lord of the family.
Alfred's sharp mind noticed the change, though his face remained as impassive as always. It wasn't in his nature to question his Lady's choices, but this particular situation had piqued his curiosity.
"My Lady," Alfred ventured cautiously, "forgive my inquiry, but I must admit that I find it unusual for you to take such an interest in this banquet. I know the significance of the guests attending, but our family has rarely concerned itself with these gatherings. Might I ask what has piqued your interest in this one?"
Maya paused for a brief moment, her fingers brushing over the stack of documents she had been reviewing. Her blue eyes flickered with an unreadable expression before she smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You've always been observant, Alfred," she acknowledged, her tone light yet laced with something deeper. "But there's no need for concern. This is a personal matter." She turned to face him fully, her smile growing more genuine. "Let's just say there's someone I'd like to help."
Alfred gave a small nod, though the answer only fueled his curiosity further. It was rare for Maya to place personal importance on something outside her usual circle, even more so when it involved the affairs of others. The Lady had always been independent, self-reliant, and somewhat distant from the power games played in the higher circles of society.
Still, it wasn't his place to press further.
"As you wish, My Lady," Alfred replied, his voice unwavering. "The dress is in your private fitting room. Shall I escort you?"
Maya nodded, gesturing for him to lead the way. As they walked, Alfred couldn't help but think of the exquisite gown that had been specially commissioned for the event. It was a masterpiece created by the finest tailors using the most luxurious silks and materials from distant lands. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and no detail had been spared to ensure it was worthy of someone of Maya's stature.
The gown itself was a blend of deep, regal hues—rich purples and blues intertwined with silver accents that seemed to shimmer in the light. It had been designed to capture attention without being ostentatious, an elegant display of refinement and power. It was a dress meant for someone who could command a room with presence alone, and Maya certainly fit that description.
Upon entering the fitting room, Maya approached the dress, running her fingers over the soft silk fabric. Alfred watched silently as she examined the gown, his curiosity still gnawing at him.
Who could she be helping? And why now?
As if sensing his unspoken thoughts, Maya turned slightly, her smile returning. "Alfred, sometimes things require a little… personal touch. This banquet will be important for several reasons, but mostly, it's a chance to support someone who has helped me in ways they might not even realize."
Alfred's brow furrowed slightly. His Lady rarely showed such vulnerability, especially when it came to matters of personal connection.
"I see," he said after a beat.
Alfred, ever cautious and deliberate with his words, observed his Lady closely, his mind whirring with the puzzle pieces she had subtly laid before him. There was a lingering question that had been tugging at him since the recent preparations began. He took a measured breath, then spoke carefully.
"My Lady, if I may inquire… is this person you intend to support the same individual you ordered to be received by the airship?"
Maya paused for a moment, her fingers still tracing the elegant gown before her. She glanced at Alfred with a slightly amused expression, impressed as always by his perceptiveness. Of course, someone like Alfred would notice even the smallest details—after all, the way people arrived at their estate was no simple affair.
The Evergreen family was not like other noble families of the Valerian Federation. While many rulers governed their lands with visible authority, overseeing bustling cities and villages, the Evergreen family operated differently. Their vast estate, located deep within secluded lands, was rarely visited by outsiders.
The city below their jurisdiction saw very little of the Evergreen family, and their presence in the greater political landscape was equally understated. Their mansion, perched in a desolate location away from the prying eyes of society, was often seen as a place of mystery.
Rarely would the Lord of the family, or even its members, appear in public. Invitations to their estate were even rarer, typically reserved for only the most essential of guests, and even then, the protocols for arriving at the mansion were meticulous. Visitors were brought by airship, as Maya had arranged for a certain guest, further emphasizing the secrecy and isolation surrounding her family.
Maya gave Alfred a small nod, acknowledging his sharpness. "Yes, Alfred. The one I had ordered to be received is indeed the person I'm supporting. He's… special."
The butler inclined his head, his expression remaining neutral despite the newfound information. His curiosity deepened, but he knew better than to pry further without invitation.
Alfred cleared his throat softly, maintaining his respectful tone. "I see, My Lady. That does explain the special arrangements. I assumed as much, given that our visitors are few and far between."
Maya let out a soft chuckle. "It's not often that we bring someone to the estate, especially not with such care. But… he's worth it."
Alfred remained silent, letting his Lady's words settle in the air. There was a weight behind them that he didn't miss, though he couldn't entirely discern the nature of her connection with this individual. The fact that she had arranged such precise details, going so far as to have this person arrive via airship to their secluded mansion, suggested this was no ordinary relationship.
It was also unusual for Maya to show such personal involvement. Despite her kind nature, she typically kept a professional distance, especially regarding anything linked to her family's affairs.
"You've always been careful about who you associate with, My Lady," Alfred ventured. "This must be a person of considerable importance to you."
Maya met his eyes briefly, a fleeting vulnerability crossing her features before her usual composed smile returned. "He is," she admitted softly. "More than he knows."
The butler gave a respectful bow. "As always, my Lady, I trust your judgment."
Alfred's brow furrowed slightly, though his voice remained as composed as ever. "While I trust your judgment completely, My Lady," he began carefully, "I must inform you that Lord Evergreen will be returning to the estate tomorrow evening. Have you considered how you will introduce this individual to him?"
Maya's expression didn't falter. She remained seated at her desk, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of the documents before her. Through the window, the vast expanse of the forest stretched out, its trees swaying gently in the breeze. There was a glint in her eyes as she took in the view.
"The Lord will likely be curious," Alfred continued, his tone respectful but pointed. "He may wish to know why you've chosen to attend this banquet, something you have rarely shown interest in, and why you've taken the step of inviting someone to our estate."
Maya smiled, the gesture serene yet purposeful. Her eyes, now focused out the window, reflected both calm and a hint of mischief. "Oh, I expected nothing less from him," she mused. "He's always been thorough when it comes to family matters, hasn't he?"
Her tone was light, but there was an undeniable firmness to it as if she had already anticipated this moment and had made her peace with the scrutiny she would face. She stood from her chair, her movements graceful, and took a few steps closer to the window.
"Truth be told, I've been intending to introduce him to the family for some time now," Maya said, her voice soft but resolute.
"And….. Isn't it better to keep things open for the person you hold dear? So that they can never leave your side."
Alfred could not help but widen his eyes since there was a crazed smile on his lady's face.
And a certain crimson glint in her eyes.
Chapter 562 - Finally Free (3)
Alfred felt a chill run down his spine as he caught the gleam in Maya's eyes. It was the same crimson hue that had unnerved him during the airship encounter. That brief moment when her composed demeanor had slipped, revealing something far darker, something lurking beneath the surface.
Her smile, wide and unsettling, only amplified the unease. He hadn't seen her like this in quite some time. The way her words lingered in the air, laced with obsession, made him question how far his Lady was willing to go to ensure this individual remained by her side.
For the first time in years, Alfred, the ever-composed butler, felt a flicker of intimidation from the girl he had watched grow into a refined woman.
"Isn't it better to keep things open for the person you hold dear?" Her voice was still smooth and gentle, but the undercurrent was unmistakable. "So that they can never leave your side."
He didn't answer immediately, his mind processing the shift in her tone. That glint in her eyes—he had hoped it was something fleeting, a phase, but it had resurfaced. And now, with the banquet and this unknown figure, it seemed to have gained strength. Could she be losing control of herself again?
Just as quickly as the unsettling moment had arrived, it vanished. Maya's expression softened, her usual serene smile returning as if nothing had happened. She exuded calm, but Alfred wasn't fooled. He had seen the darkness lurking beneath that composed exterior.
"You should take a rest, Alfred," she said, her voice returning to its usual gentle cadence. "You've done more than enough for today."
Alfred, ever dutiful, gave a slight bow though his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer. "Very well, My Lady. I shall retire for the evening. If you require anything, do not hesitate to call upon me."
Maya turned back toward the window, her hands clasped behind her as she gazed out at the forest once more, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere. "Of course, Alfred. Rest well."
With a final glance, Alfred exited the room, his mind troubled. The young woman he served with unwavering loyalty was slipping into something dangerous. And though his duty was to serve, he couldn't help but wonder how long he could watch over her like this without intervention.
As Alfred's footsteps faded from the room, Maya continued to gaze out at the vast expanse of the sky. The twilight was settling in, casting hues of purple and gold over the horizon, a serene contrast to the storm brewing within her heart.
"It's time," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "Time to introduce him to the family."
She had been considering this idea for a while already, but she did not have any opportunity to do so. She couldn't find the correct time interval or reason to call him to her household.
While her relationship with her Junior was different from a usual relationship, the things that she knew about him were still limited to quite an extent. And she felt that if she were to call him to her household, that would be akin to some sort of forcing him, which at that time she did not like.
SLEAK!
Her fingers delicately traced the edge of the window, and for a moment, her eyes softened, her expression one of pure, almost childlike joy. But beneath that purity was something else—something darker, fueled by a desire that had grown stronger with each passing day.
'It's a pity that Father and Mother aren't here,' she thought, her smile faltering slightly. The absence of her parents made things more complicated. Though she could understand it given the reasons….
But her brother—yes, he would be here. He would understand, and he would see what she saw in Astron.
Her gaze darkened, filled with longing and obsession. 'At the very least, presenting him to my brother should be fine. He'll come to accept him… once he sees how important he is to me.'
Maya's smile, though radiant, was now tainted with a possessive desire. She felt her heart throb with anticipation, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of finally bringing Astron into her world.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached for her smartwatch. The sleek device responded immediately, lighting up in her hand as she navigated through the contacts. She found his name—Junior—and, without hesitation, initiated the call.
As the device rang, she could already imagine his calm, composed voice answering her. She wanted to hear him, to feel the connection that only he could provide. It was time to bring him closer, closer to her, to the life she had carefully crafted for him—whether he realized it or not.
The call connected, and a soft click echoed in the quiet room. "Senior Maya," Astron's voice came through, steady and calm as always.
Maya's smile widened. "Junior. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
"No, you didn't."
Maya leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping against the surface of her desk as Astron's steady voice filled the room.
"Are you ready to come here, Junior?" she asked, her tone soft but carrying an air of expectation.
"I am," came Astron's calm reply.
Maya's smile deepened. "Good, then. Everything is ready from my end. It should be smooth once you arrive."
"Thank you, Senior," Astron said, his voice steady but sincere. "If not for your help, things would be much more difficult."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "You don't need to thank me, Junior. I don't mind. In fact," she paused, a playful lilt entering her voice, "I've been feeling rather bored and..."
"Your blood bags are almost used up, right?" Astron completed the sentence for her, his tone matter-of-fact, as if this were a normal conversation.
Maya's eyes twinkled with amusement. "That's right," she admitted, her smile widening. "I've been trying to save them, thinking I could stall until the academy starts again. I didn't want to trouble you too much, Junior."
There was a brief silence on the other end, the weight of their connection hanging in the air.
"You don't have to worry about that," Astron said evenly, his voice lacking the playfulness of hers but still carrying a certain level of reassurance. "I'll be there soon, and you won't have to wait long."
Maya's heart fluttered at his words, though she kept her voice composed. "I'll be waiting, then. Don't keep me waiting too long, Junior."
"....." There was a brief silence on his end. "Understood, Senior," but then came his calm reply, and with that, the line disconnected.
Maya placed the smartwatch down, her eyes lingering on it for a moment. The anticipation of his arrival sent a thrill through her. She couldn't help but imagine the moment he would step into her world, finally brought into the life she had been building for him—slowly, carefully, and with purpose.
'Soon,' she thought, her eyes narrowing with a sense of both longing and satisfaction. 'Very soon.'
*******
I woke up early, the familiar hum of the city vibrating in the background—the rented hotel room.
Today marked the start of something new—a necessary trip to the biggest Awakened Market in the Federation. My goal was simple: gather the tools needed for the next phase. But before that, I had some thoughts to sort through.
As I stepped outside, the crisp morning air greeted me, refreshing compared to the recycled atmosphere of my hotel. I made my way to the public transport station, blending into the stream of people. As I boarded, the transport quietly hummed to life, and I found a seat near the back, my mind already wandering.
Being a student at the Arcadia Hunter Academy had its perks, and days like these, they were hard to ignore. The moment people saw that crest, it was like a pass to anything and everything. Discounts, special offers, access to restricted areas—it was more than just a name. It was leverage. The Academy had groomed us for success, and the world knew it.
Whether it was high-end weapons from private forges or limited-run alchemy products, I could always get the best of the best.
And let's not forget the alchemy stores. Some of the most sought-after products were barely available to the public. The only reason I had a steady supply was because of the Academy's connections. It was almost amusing how many doors opened just by wearing the Academy tracks. I guess that's what happens when you belong to an institution known for churning out the best hunters.
The transport slid through the city streets, weaving past high-rise buildings and bustling marketplaces. As I glanced out the window, I couldn't help but think about the ridiculous discounts that were always thrown my way. Ten percent here, twenty percent there—sometimes even more if the seller was particularly eager to impress.
They knew that the students of Arcadia had buying power and, more importantly, that we were valuable customers.
'A little over the top, isn't it?' I mused, leaning back in my seat. But who was I to complain?
'Rather, I should buy everything before leaving.'
Since I will be going to meet with Senior Maya, I will not have any other opportunity to come to the biggest market in the entire Hunter world.
'If I want to finish my hunt successfully, I need to be fully prepared.'
At the end of the day, whether it is a grown, fully-fetched dragon or not, hunting a dragon is something that is never easy.
That is why everything needs to be in place.
'Zhakorath…..That guy must not be alerted until it is the time to end him.'
The transport moved smoothly through the city, and I tapped my fingers on the window's edge, watching the world blur by. High-rise buildings towered above the streets, casting long shadows over the bustling marketplaces below. My mind, however, was preoccupied with more pressing concerns.
'Ten percent here, twenty percent there…' The discounts flashed through my mind, but I pushed the thought aside. I wasn't here for a shopping spree. I was here to prepare. Senior Maya wouldn't wait forever, and once I met with her, returning to the market wouldn't be an option for a while. If I was going to face Zhakorath, I needed to be ready. Completely ready.
'I should buy everything I might need before leaving,' I decided, leaning back in my seat. Zhakorath, a demon disguised as a human, had managed to slip through the cracks of the world for too long. Hunting a dragon, whether fully matured or not, was never a task to be taken lightly. But demons, especially those infiltrated into the human world? They were in a league of their own.
If there was one thing demons were particularly good at, it was being slippery. That's why Zhakorath hadn't been caught yet. Every time someone came close to pinning him down, he'd vanish, slipping into the shadows like smoke, only to resurface somewhere else. That's how they operated—always a step ahead, always calculating.
But this time would be different. This time, I'd make sure he wouldn't see it coming.
'The banquet...' I mused.
'It will mark your grave.'
Chapter 563 - Finally Free (4)
After gathering everything I needed from the Awakened Market, I packed the newly acquired gear into my dimensional storage—a handy tool for a hunter, especially one in my line of work. Alchemy products, specialized weapons, and some anti-demon runes. Everything was in place. There was no room for error now.
The streets of Nexoria City stretched out before me as I made my way to the Warp Gate Hall, a sprawling complex near the heart of the city.
The towering gates of the Warp Gate Hall loomed ahead, and I made my way toward the entrance. The place was bustling with activity, various travelers and hunters moving to and from the many destinations across the Federation. But the moment I approached, the security personnel stationed at the entrance straightened up.
I reached into my pocket and retrieved my Arcadia Hunter Academy ID card—a symbol of my status. The official standing guard took it, his eyes scanning the embedded runes and verifying the authenticity of the credentials. For a brief moment, he glanced at me, then back at the card, as the faint glow from his verification device flickered.
"Everything checks out, Mr. Natusalune," the guard said, his tone professional but respectful. He handed the card back to me. "You're cleared for travel. Please proceed."
Another staff member, a young woman dressed in the uniform of the Federation Transport Authority, approached swiftly. She nodded to the guard before turning to me. "I'll escort you to your gate, sir. This way."
I followed her through the bustling halls of the Warp Gate section, passing rows of active gates, each one shimmering with the magic of long-distance transportation. The hum of mana echoed in the air, and the faint buzz of voices from other travelers surrounded us.
As we approached the gate assigned for Ardmont, the glow of the portal became more pronounced. It flickered with energy, signaling that it was fully operational. The attendant turned to me with a polite smile. "Your gate is ready, Mr. Natusalune. You should arrive in Ardmont shortly."
I nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you," I replied, adjusting the strap of my pack. With everything now in order, the next step of the journey was clear. The preparations were finished, and now it was time to put them into action.
I stepped toward the gate, feeling the familiar hum of energy as I crossed the threshold. The portal shimmered, and in an instant, Nexoria City faded away, replaced by the sprawling metropolis of Ardmont.
As I stepped out of the Warp Gate, the air around me changed. The faint scent of freshly tilled earth mixed with the crispness of the countryside—a sharp contrast to the industrial tones of Nexoria. Before I could take in the surroundings of Ardmont's Warp Gate Hall, a figure approached swiftly.
"Mr. Natusalune, welcome to Ardmont," a well-dressed man greeted me, his voice professional yet warm. He held out a small silver tray that bore a couple of neatly wrapped items. "Please, a quick refreshment for the journey. It's customary here for our distinguished guests."
I glanced at the treats—a soft, fruit-filled pastry that seemed to be a local specialty and a small flask of herbal tea. "Thank you," I replied, accepting the offer.
The man gestured politely, indicating that he would lead the way. "I'll escort you to the main square. The city has been bustling with activity lately, but we've ensured a smooth passage for your exit."
As we walked through the halls, I noticed how different the Warp Gate Hall in Ardmont was compared to Nexoria. Here, the atmosphere felt calmer, more grounded. The walls were lined with rustic decor, and many of the travelers I passed wore the practical clothing of workers, not hunters. The city was unmistakably a hub for agriculture.
When we reached the exit of the Warp Gate Hall, the man left with a polite nod as I looked into the scenery.
The city of Ardmont unfolded before me, its sprawling streets lined with vibrant greenery, a seamless blend of metropolis and nature. Even though the city buzzed with life and activity, it felt different from Nexoria—softer, calmer. Trees lined the roads, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
Flowers, vibrant and fragrant, adorned the walkways, adding a splash of color against the stone buildings. It wasn't just a city; it was a sanctuary—a metropolis wrapped in nature's embrace, earning its nickname, "The Metropolis of Nature."
Despite the crowds, there was an air of serenity, a reminder of the city's deep connection to the earth. People moved about with purpose, yet the pace was never rushed. The surrounding greenery seemed to slow time itself, inviting the passerby to linger and appreciate the beauty around them.
As I walked, observing the fusion of urban life and nature, my thoughts began to wander. The tranquility of Ardmont was a stark contrast to the constant tension I had grown accustomed to. And in that quiet moment, my mind slipped to Maya.
Even though I had known from the game that Maya was talented, remarkably so, there was something off about her family. There was no mention of the Evergreens in the game—no references to their influence, no record of them being players in the capital's politics. And yet, the talent Maya displayed, the sheer amount of resources she had access to, couldn't have come from nowhere.
It was clear that her family wasn't ordinary.
'It doesn't make sense,' I thought, frowning slightly as I walked past a vendor selling fresh produce, the scent of herbs and flowers drifting through the air. 'How can someone with that much power and backing fly so far under the radar?'
I had been searching for records of the Evergreen family for a while now, trying to piece together their story, but it wasn't easy. Most noble families left traces, even if they tried to remain discreet.
Their influence could be seen in politics, commerce, or even military movements. But the Evergreens? It was like trying to find the ghost of a family—whispers, at best, with no real substance to follow.
'No mention in the capital's circles, no participation in the major power plays, and yet Maya carries herself like someone who knows exactly where she stands in the world,' I mused, my steps slowing as I passed by a cluster of trees.
The sunlight filtering through the branches reminded me of the calm that always seemed to surround Maya, a calm that hid something far more formidable beneath the surface.
And then there were the resources. The rare alchemical products, the mana-enhancing artifacts, and even the access to training that most people could only dream of—these weren't things that came without influence. The Evergreen family must be hiding something, keeping themselves away from the political theater of the capital for a reason.
'But why?' I questioned, frustration bubbling up as I turned a corner, the vibrant greenery around me doing little to calm the storm in my mind. 'What are they hiding?'
These questions.
They were the reason why I had let Senior Maya take the opportunity to attend the banquet. While it was indeed true that I would need to prepare a lot more, it was not something that I wouldn't be able to do without Senior Maya's help.
Eventually, one way or another, I would be in that banquet.
However, letting Senior Maya help me would also give me an opportunity to visit her household and possibly understand what was going on there.
Of course, there was also the fact that I needed to check up on her progress regarding her vampire situation, and in the end, I had many reasons to get her involved.
'The Evergreen family must hold a certain standing if they have access to such resources,' I thought as I continued walking, the gentle breeze tugging at my cloak. 'And if they aren't involved in the politics of the capital, that can only mean one thing: the government is allowing them to remain in the shadows. Which raises the question—why?'
If the Evergreens had enough influence and power to stay out of the political scene without consequence, it meant one of two things: either they were strong enough to make the government fear them, or there was some other reason keeping them protected. Perhaps alliances, hidden deals, or something even more complicated.
Either way, the fact that they were allowed to stay out of sight despite their clear influence was unsettling.
And now, as I prepared to make my way deeper into this mystery, there was the matter of the airship. The fact that I would be taken from this city by airship and that it was arranged by Senior Maya spoke volumes. Airships weren't something everyone possessed. They were rare, expensive, and usually reserved for the elite, military, or the most influential families.
Certainly, not something one could command at will.
The Evergreen family clearly had more resources than I had realized, and it only deepened the enigma surrounding them. I had to figure out why they were so far under the radar yet powerful enough to move like this without attracting attention.
Just as my thoughts were spiraling further into the complexity of the Evergreen family's influence, my smartwatch buzzed softly, pulling me back to the present.
I glanced down, and a single name appeared on the screen: [Senior Maya].
The holographic display projected slightly above my wrist, and her face appeared calm yet focused.
"Senior Maya," I greeted her, my voice steady, though my mind was still buzzing with everything I had been piecing together.
"Astron," she said, her voice carrying that same gentle confidence I had come to associate with her. "Have you arrived Ardmont?"
"Just arrived," I replied.
Hearing that I had arrived, Maya's expression softened, and a slight smile played on her lips. "Good. Send me your location," she said, her voice smooth. "Someone is already there, waiting to take you to the airship center."
I nodded, quickly sending my coordinates. "Understood,"
Maya's smile deepened, though there was a certain knowing glint in her eyes. "I'll be waiting," she said, her voice carrying a certain warmth that I wasn't used to. The hologram flickered, and with that, the call ended, leaving me standing amidst the bustle of Ardmont once again.
I stood still for a moment, letting the cool breeze rustle through the trees as I waited for my transport. Maya had always been calm and confident, but there was something in her tone just now that made me wonder how much more she knew about me than I had assumed. The thought settled uneasily in my mind, but I pushed it aside for the moment.
Within a few minutes, the sound of a car approaching caught my attention. It wasn't a flashy, high-end vehicle like the ones I'd seen parked outside the halls in Nexoria. Instead, it was a simple, unassuming car—modest yet efficient, blending in with the surroundings. The driver stepped out, dressed in a sharp, well-fitted uniform, his posture impeccable.
He approached me with a bow of his head. "Mr. Astron Natusalune?" His voice was polite and professional, with a slight hint of deference.
I nodded in response. "That's me."
The driver straightened up, a respectful look on his face. "I am at your service, sir. Lady Maya has arranged for your transport to the airship center. I apologize that we did not prepare a more luxurious vehicle, but Lady Maya insisted that you preferred something more discreet."
I glanced at the car and gave a small nod of approval. "She's right. I don't need anything flashy."
The driver smiled faintly, bowing his head once more. "It seems Lady Maya knows you well, sir."
'Well, she indeed knows me well.'
In one way or another, we have spent quite a lot of time together, after all.
'Though, why do I feel chilly? This time as well…..'
Once again, my instincts were warning me.