There was one thing Joey hadn't told Momozet yet—unless she was a Specialist.
Among the six primary Nen types, only Specialists had the potential to manifest unique abilities from the moment their Nen awakened, or to develop initial effects shortly after with minimal effort.
Take Prince Tserriednich's Nen, Meruem's aura, or even Joey's Golden Experience—
These abilities, upon awakening, either naturally came with powerful effects or were refined quickly once their direction became clear.
For everyone else, developing Nen abilities required two options:
Rigorous training, or the shortcut of Oaths and Limitations.
But forging a proper Oath and Limitation (Seiyaku to Seigen) isn't something one can just improvise.
Whether it was Joey's own sacrifice to harness atmospheric control,
Kurapika's deadly restrictions on his chains,
or even Gon's suicidal Nen contract,
—all of them had something in common:
They knew exactly what they wanted, and had the resolve to pay the price.
If someone treats Oaths and Limitations as convenient tools to power up mid-battle or flip a situation on a whim—
—then the only thing waiting for them is a bad ending.
Kite had made this very clear to Joey during training.
He had even given examples of Nen users who failed and died trying to abuse restrictions.
Of course, if you're truly in a life-or-death moment and can force a deal through…
Well, no one would pass up that chance.
But life doesn't hand out miracles that easily.
Equivalent exchange is the core law behind Nen contracts.
If the restriction you offer doesn't balance out the power you seek—the deal simply won't trigger.
So, if you want to flip death into victory, you'd better have a price that the universe deems worthy.
Who exactly judges that exchange? Joey didn't know. Neither did Kite.
But there is—somewhere, somehow—a balance scale that weighs sacrifice against reward.
Gon had monstrous potential, and willingly gave up his future to gain overwhelming strength for a few minutes.
The Nen system acknowledged that.
And so he beat Neferpitou.
Joey, too, had talent—and the will to master meteorology in order to control the atmosphere.
His contract: He cannot use Golden Experience outside the radius of his En.
But within that radius—he gains absolute atmospheric control.
That, too, was a fair trade, born of intent and resolve.
The only thing that defies the Nen contract system is post-mortem Nen—the irrational rage of a dying will.
But even that takes conviction.
To have Nen persist after death, the user must accept death fully, without hesitation.
Prince Momozet, as she was now, didn't qualify for Oaths, Limitations, or posthumous Nen.
So even if Joey awakened her aura, she'd still have to learn slowly—bit by bit.
That said… the Seed Urn Ritual might enhance a Prince's potential.
But that would require the Prince to care, to be hungry for power.
And Momozet…
Joey glanced at her.
He decided to let nature take its course.
He wouldn't teach her about Nen Contracts. It wasn't necessary.
His goal was simply to give her enough Nen awareness to survive.
The real protection, strategy, and risk management would fall to him and Kurapika.
Still—after witnessing Joey's abilities, Momozet was clearly curious about Nen.
Especially after hearing Kurapika interrogate the captured guards and learning about the Seed Urn Ritual,
her interest in her Guardian Spirit Beast only grew.
Momozet's beast had already revealed itself earlier than most.
Its ability appeared to be an Operator-type, triggered by asking someone, "Do you have a moment?"
If the target responded, "I do,"—the beast would then control them.
A dangerous ability.
In Joey and Kurapika's eyes, Momozet's beast could become a powerful weapon—
but only if she learned to restrain and guide it.
Otherwise, an uncontrolled Guardian Beast could lead to chaos.
Momozet was clearly tired. As Kurapika continued questioning the guards, she yawned multiple times.
"I didn't even do anything today… so why am I so tired?"
She sat down, visibly drained.
"Simple," Joey said. "Your Guardian Beast activated without your knowledge.
That drains your stamina and mental energy."
"So, you should really be resting now."
"But…"
She looked down—hand resting on her stomach.
Joey instantly understood.
"Wait a moment."
He slipped into the kitchen.
Just like she said—she hadn't done anything today.
But for the banquet, she'd had to maintain her posture and etiquette,
which meant she'd barely eaten.
Same for Joey.
So he decided to prepare food for himself, Momozet, and Kurapika.
As for the other six guards?
They could cook for themselves once the interrogation was done.
There were plenty of ingredients in the Prince's kitchen—
though the assigned butlers had also been reassigned like the other staff.
So, cooking fell to them now.
While Joey was at the stove, Kurapika walked in.
"The situation is getting complicated—especially the Guardian Beasts."
He looked toward the six restrained guards—still tied up.
Three of them had shown Nen capabilities.
Trusting anyone carelessly, now more than ever, could get someone killed.
Parasite-Type Guardian Beasts.
Joey had heard about them from Kurapika and Mizaistom,
after he first shared intel about the Seed Urn Ritual.
Even the Hunter Association had prepared for this—
but Parasite Beasts were notoriously tricky.
Their defining trait: completely unpredictable behavior.
Born from residual thoughts and clinging grudges,
they fused with their host's desires—creating beasts that acted on twisted, tangled logic.
They didn't think like humans.
"Each Prince has a different personality," Joey said, stirring fried rice,
"but they all share one goal—become the next king.
That's how Kakin raises its royalty."
"So the creator of the Seed Urn—the Kakin ancestor—likely had the same goal:
to mold a king fit to rule."
"Meaning: the Guardian Beasts will act to protect the Princes,
but also to further their path to the throne. Even if that means violence."
"Exactly." Kurapika nodded.
"Earlier, Prince Momozet's beast briefly vanished.
If we follow this logic, we can guess where it went—and what it did."
"Prince Woble," Joey said as he plated the food.
"The weakest of them all.
Eliminating her moves Momozet one step closer to the throne.
Even if that logic is flawed, Guardian Beasts don't think that deep."
Kurapika posed a question:
"Would Momozet even want to eliminate Woble?
Or is she more likely to seek allies among the lower Princes?"
It was a fair point.
She had never received love from her father.
Her mother clearly favored her younger sibling.
She likely longed for someone—anyone—to save her.
That was why she placed her trust in Joey and Kurapika so readily.
"The real battlefield of this war was never among the lower Princes."
Kurapika continued.
"From the 10th Prince onward, their political influence, manpower, and connections are too weak."
"Right. They didn't show any royal presence at the banquet, either," Joey said flatly.
Princesses Tyson (10th) and Kacho (11th), though clever,
seemed more focused on escaping the war than winning it.
Momozet had already resigned herself to death before they arrived.
Marayam (13th) relied entirely on Queen Seivanti, who had few allies and no real power.
And Woble (14th) was still just a baby.
"I've released the tracking coins," Joey said, handing Kurapika his plate.
"But we'll need time before any info comes back."
"What about the six?" he asked.
Joey's first thought was simple: eliminate them.
Having only three people—him, Kurapika, and Momozet—would allow total freedom of movement.
Investigations would be easier.
And even if the King's Army showed up, they wouldn't connect it to them.
But he knew Kurapika wouldn't approve.
Sure enough:
"Let's restrict them," Kurapika said.
"They're bait. If we're lucky, we'll draw out bigger fish—or gain access to an Upper Prince."
"Some of them answer to Queen Unma. She's the mother of Prince Benjamin and Prince Tserriednich."
"Fair. But you'll be in charge of surveillance.
I'll focus on intel gathering—and if I detect trouble, I'll deal with it."
"Naturally."
"Besides, they're unlikely to survive long anyway."
Joey smirked. A chill glint flashed behind his glasses.
Kurapika didn't argue.
While he leaned toward pacifism, he had no problem using lethal force if necessary.
He wouldn't let the six roam freely.
Just as Joey was about to bring food to Momozet—his En picked up a disturbance.
Musical note-shaped beasts with eyes and limbs had entered the room.
So had jellyfish-like beasts, swimming lazily through the air.
Above them, a drill-like beast tunneled through the ceiling.
And ahead, a serpentine dragon floated slowly.
Joey and Kurapika exchanged looks—and instantly went on high alert.
Joey thought deeper.
In the manga, this scene happened in Prince Woble's room.
So why were these beasts now here—in Momozet's room?
Among them, he could identify two:
The musical notes: likely from Prince Tyson.
The serpentine dragon: from Prince Marayam.
As for the ceiling drill—it might be from either Tyson or Kacho,
since one had a portal-like ability, though Joey couldn't remember which.
The jellyfish? Unknown.
But Joey wasn't worried about them attacking Momozet.
Not only did her own Guardian Beast protect her—
but Guardian Beasts are forbidden from attacking other beasts or their hosts.
He'd confirmed this from the manga.
The Seed Urn wasn't made for carnage.
It was meant to test a Prince's fitness to rule.
Thus:
Guardian Beasts cannot kill each other.
They cannot harm other Princes or their Guardian Beasts directly.
They're not weapons.
They're support units—an extension of the throne's judgment.
And so, Joey's priority wasn't Momozet—it was protecting himself and Kurapika.
And the six tied-up infiltrators.
Still…
"What happens if I destroy one of these beasts right now?"
His eyes locked on the serpentine dragon.
Not because it was weak—but because it was alone.
Easy to test the results.
Also, he had a rough idea of Prince Marayam's beast's abilities—likely spatial separation.
Touching it might be difficult—or dangerous.
But Joey had made up his mind.
He expanded Weather Report's En, focusing it around the dragon.
At that moment, the jellyfish and musical notes reacted—swimming toward him.
He didn't know what their powers were, but he knew one thing:
They couldn't be allowed to get close.
So—he changed the weather.
A heavy rainstorm brewed inside the room.
Wind whipped the water, slamming into the intruders.
The dragon stayed still.
Raindrops vanished before reaching it—confirming Joey's earlier hunch:
Its surroundings were distorted.
Either warped space, or a separate dimension.
Kurapika, seeing Joey expand his En, guessed what he was trying to do.
He frowned.
He didn't approve.
Joey's Weather abilities were impressive—but were they enough?
Still—he wouldn't interfere.
Joey signaled: Don't move.
Then—he vanished.
Shards of frost shimmered where he had stood.
An optical trick—light-bending.
Not difficult to counter with En, but very effective—
because few Nen users maintain En constantly like Joey.
Kurapika turned toward the musical notes and jellyfish.
The notes resumed their lazy drift.
The jellyfish suddenly changed course—heading toward the dragon.
The moment it turned, Kurapika's eyes narrowed.
Joey was there.
Invisible, but present.
Killer Queen would remain hidden.
He'd use Weather Report's mirages to strike—and trap the dragon before it could escape.
His goal: break through its spatial defenses and make contact.
He needed either:
A space-type ability, or
Enough info to counter the beast directly.
But Joey had already committed.
There was no turning back now.
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