Zakar Verrevia's Story

Moments after the communication was sent, a coordinates and an invitation was delivered to them, and an escort came to help guide them there...named Voltron....



Some might think this was an intimidation tactic, if they knew about Voltron. But those would also know Voltron is known as the "Legendary Defender", not the "Legendary Weapon" or "Legendary Attacker". In other words, it was totally harmless so long as you did not start shooting innocent people.

If they followed, and landed at the docking area provided, they would be met by the King Himself, the Commander of the Royal Knights, the Rosetta Dragon Knights, and the young Prince Zakar, who was doing his best not to wonder why he was here.

"I would have thought Bastion would be the one you would bring".

"I wanted to bring all of you, but Bastion is busy on an experiment at the academy he said 'Cannot be interrupted due to great risks', and Amillia is sick with the flu. Besides, you are a wonderful, adorable grandson that is also a Prince of our nation!"

"...and your a king who is also a doting grandfather..."

"Shush" the king said, but then he just seemed to suddenly snap back into a kingly appearance. "Besides, you are the oldest. Once I am gone, you will be inheriting the throne".

Those words caused Zakar to be silent for a moment, remembering his deceased father who was killed by terrorists four years ago, and his mother who died giving birth to Amillia despite the technology and magic they had prepared. Truly, nothing was perfect in this world, even if you had both magic and technology. It was a ibtter lesson Zakar learned through one of the worst ways possible.

"Very well" he replied. He could not completely hide he wanted to be doing other things, but he was also interested in the newcomers as well, so he steeled his resolve. However.... "But, did you really need to send Voltron?"

"I thought it would be a good idea, to show one of our planet's guardians and heroes doing this".

"And, by that you mean you are acting like a kid showing off a new toy, even if its not new?"

"Oh shut up! They will be here soon!"

Though they could have just beamed down but the Mauhasinans where not ready to show off their technology yet so Nephthys and her guards came down in a dropship the fleet staying in orbit.

Nephthys came out of the ship flanked by guards covered in jet black armor from head to toe. Even their ears and tails where covered. The masks of thier helmets showed no emotion.

"Quite the planet you have here..." Said Nephthys with a sly grin "I do hope we can be friends..."

The Mauhasinans didn't seem impressed or Intimidated by the king or his guards.

"Ah, welcome welcome!" King Alexandrius said in a friendly manner. "Sorry if it seems crowded. I wanted to meet you myself, but they were very insistent on coming".

"You are the King! We can not allow you to meet with strangers of an unknown kingdom unguarded! Besides, what if your poltical enemies tried something!? Or those who would wish to take the throne for themselves?!"

"See? Over-protective. Made me send Voltron as an escort even. Well, enough with that. I am King Alexandrius, leader of this proud nation, and representative of the interests of Origin as a whole. And this is my grandson, Prince Zakar".

Zakar was there, standing next to him, but he seemed a bit interested in their armor. However...

"it is a pleasure to meet you".

He did not delay, even while fascinated, to reply. At that point, the Knight Commander who had yet to refute anything said something afterwards.

"I must ask you that while in the city, especially in the presence of King Alexandrius Verrevia, that you keep your weapons stowed and off, and that you submit to a scan to ensure no dangerous diseases are entering the eco system".

At this point, he called two knights over who began to use scanners to get detailed information, trying to center on biological threats. After a good while though, it seemed to clear up. However, there were some ominous looking clouds in the distance that were approaching.

"Perhaps, we should go to the castle and continue this there? It appears there might be a storm coming soon, one better not to be caught outside during".

Nephthys just raised a brow as the King spoke. He was much to happy Nephthys thought...or crazy....

The Mauhasinans stayed as silent as the dead as they where scanned. Nephthys herself would appear to be unarmed but with her powers as a Priestess of the Sun looks where very deceiving...

Nephthys thought it strange the king's fear of a few dark clouds... But this was his planet so maybe he knew something she didn't. That and the King's palace would be a better place to speak anyway.

"Sounds good we shall follow" Nephthys said

After some walking, the clouds had drawn dangerously close dangerously quick. Everyone seemed to be going for cover, or pulling out umbrellas...but the umbrellas looked like they were made with both advanced technology, and also enchanted. The King and his forces seemed to be a bit concerned, but when they reached the Governance Palace and entered they were a lot better.

"To think, Magus Weather again this day...it must be getting near a period of intensity".

After he said that, they then led the group towards a large meeting room. Zakar then told the servants to bring some drinks.

"So, shall we get started then? Welcome to the planet of Origin, this is our home Hayslem City. What brings you here? Could it be, you may be searching for refugees from your nation or something? I know with the recent wars, the number of refugees has been going up coming to our planet, who refuses to get involved with those intergalactic scruffles".

Indeed, on the way there, many refugees from all sorts of races could be seen...but they did not appear to be in poverty or need, and many were entering apartment buildings that had appeared to receive renovations recently.

Zakar meanwhile looked out the window. "Just as we thought...it was an intense dissolving rain".

Dissolving rain. One of the strange types of weathers that occur on Origin. Although most of the weathers held no actual magic in them, they did get influenced by the mana in the air and could produce strange effects. Dissolving rain was pretty bad. Although hard objects, like stone, wood, and even the special, albeit not flexible of comfortable, cloth they used for banners and covers could sort of resist it, it would bypass any barriers for some reason, even magic ones unless heavily reinforced, and dissolve anything "soft"...and not just clothing, but after clothing it would be skin, tissue, and eventually internal organs. Thankfully, it dried off incredibly quickly, and no floods had ever even been possible, but still. Furthermore, it could burn even if blocked by armor by its reaction of being absorbed, so it was generally unpleasant. Those umbrellas were one of the few designed things people could use.

The more intense, the worse it would get.

Nephthys and her guards followed along thinking it odd the fear a storm brought. They remained silent though as they where led into the castle. When the King asked about refugees Nephthys smirked.

"Good King... If we where here for refugees they would be the refugees of our enemies...and our greetings would have been far less friendly..." Nephthys said darkly. She then added a warning "If you ever do get refugees claiming to be from our enemies it would be in your best interest to turn them over to us....the friend of my enemy is my enemy..."

Nephthys let that sink in for a moment before she smiled and said, "But I didn't come here to make enemies.... I am here to establish peace and trade between your planet and my Empire. Also I would be quite interested to know more about these storms your planet suffers from."

"Well, I don't know who your enemies are. But we refuse to get into disputes of foreign militaries and nations, so we only allow civilians who are tired of wars from their governments in, not military. Since they got tired of them, I guess they belonged to no one then until they joined us" the King said, unphased. He neither showed agressision or fear, but just a smile that radiated warmth.

"Anyways, I don't think anyone wishes to make enemies. As for establishing peace and trade, those things are much more preferable I think. Less people cry, and trade allows for goods one has to be traded for goods one does not have, for both sides. So, I think if we follow along this idea, it should be fruitful to everyone".

Right when the King was about to talk about the storms, it was Zakar that stepped in this time. "You could say its natural and unnatural at the strange time. Its called Magus Weather. Weather that was altered by mana or supernatural forces, but it isn't magic or anything like that. Its still natural weather, but its different and often more severe....well, there are exceptions, like the Rainbow Bloom. That is when the mana causes the water in the air that developed into a slight mist to radiate the colors of the rainbow, across large areas in a way similar to a blooming flower. Not all Magus Weather is bad. Its just weather, but a bit more extreme. There are many different types of Magus Weather...though, I think Gravity Storms might be some of the worst personally. That can ground spaceships even".

Zakar, who did not appear as a scholar, seemed to know quite a bit about Magus Weather.

"Hmm my people's scientists would love to study the effects of this Magus Weather up close." Nephthys said. " Of course to my people our science and our magic is one and the same."
Nephthys stared out the window at the storm. "Well I believe that it is time to work out the details of our future together..."

(So we just decided to skip all the boring back and forth deliberation that would go on for hours, and skip to the good part)

After much deliberation and debate, as well as discussions and agreements, an official Document was created. This Document was the Origin-Mauhasinan Agreement, between the planet of Origin and the Mauhasinan Empire. There were many, many details about various things, but it could be summarized as follows:

• Each Party will agree to respect the rights, laws, customs, religions, and governments of each other.
• An Official Trade Agreement will be established, detailing certain products normally not allowed to be sold outside of Origin to other markets to be sold to, and in, the Mauhasinan Empire, provided they acquire the proper permits and liscenses and agree to pay the taxes.
• Special Reductions to Trade Taxes will be implemented between the two nations. The taxes itself will not be negated, simply reduced for trade between the two parties.
• A Mauhasinan Defense Fleet will join the Origin Defense Order in defending the planet and it's neutrality in intergalactic wars, as well as its independence.
• Various Transfer Students of all ages, backgrounds, and types, from young children to older scholars, will be attending Astrius Academy. For the young students, we will help them get situated for a long, but entertaining, realistic, unique, and supportive education, and for the older scholars, we will have them work with our brightest minds to develop new breakthroughs and discoveries.
• A Science Team from the Mauhasinan Empire will be joining the Weather Research Institute, which has bases in every major city as well as having a set up in Astrius Academy, to research the Magus Weather unique to Origin.
• Various Research Agreements and collaborations are also planned.
• There are numerous other minor points as well, but those are all the major ones summarized.

And so, it was declared from this day forth, that Origin had established beneficial relations with one of the various Star Empires in the Galaxy.

"And I am telling you, it's true!"

"No way is that true!"

"Is too!"

"No way!"

As someone slept on the floor of the hallway, two figures came down. Both of them were around fourteen years old, and they seemed to be in a heated conversation. They were both coming from the outside, from around where the Arcade was on Campus, or at least one of them. They were relatively close, and despite the heated conversation seemed friendly with each other.

"I find it hard to believe that the king really prefers cheeseburgers over fancy foods".

"But it is!"

One of them was Iziti Rixy, and the other was the First Prince of the Kingdom, Zakar Verrevia. However, they were not acting like subject and noble, but two friends argueing over something. Iziti and Zakar both were wearing normal casual clothes, and Zakar also had his sword with him. Iziti had a pair of sunglasses with him, as well as a pair of goggles currently on his arm. Neither one looked particularly stressed despite the arguing, and they seemed rather friendly even.

"That seems too weird".

"We just killed an Ogre that was rampaging by the arcade for some reason, and you think that is odd?!?!"

"Well, yeah. Ogres are normal on this planet".

"...I guess you are right there..."

And then, suddenly, Iziti felt a "squish" under his shoe. It was not vomit though, or food, or someone's pet slime, or pillow. Rather, it was a person.

"Oh....uuhhhhhh...."

Iziti quickly took his shoe off, and used his Teal Color, Examination, to examine Primaris' body to see if he is okay.

"Wonder why he is just passed out on the floor like this..."

Zakar meanwhile was just wondering why he was passed out.

If the boy sprawled on the floor actually noticed someone stepping on his back he didn't make any actual sign. He remained hopelessly unconscious, breathing steadily as if in deepest sleep, hardly aware of the small trail of black vomit that still clung to his clean shaven chin like a poor attempt at putting primal warpaint on his young face. He seemed to all the world to be nothing more than sleeping peacefully if it were not for the fact he were laying face first on the floor, a steadily growing patch of red sprouting across his cheek from where he had collided with the floor of the hallway.

And then, as an ominous shift changed with the very air, a static charge that filled ones heart with energy most foul if only for the briefest of moments if they could so much as feel it, something very, very unusual happened. For only a brief moment as the pulse of what could only be the strongest of magics tore through the very fabric of everything for only a heartbeat the veins on the boys face pulsed with a green light as though his very blood had been replaced with glowing algae. It shone brightly for only a blink of an eye before it too faded into memory so swiftly it seemed as though it had been nought but a trick of illusion and nothing more.

As though it were an unseen signal this strange pulse of green baleful light was a call to arise, for with a loud and strangled gasp as if drawing in breath at last for the first time as the boy who had been unconscious suddenly sprang up into a sitting position. He coughed and spluttered as he awoke once more, looking around himself and at his bare hands, his brown eyes glazed over as though he had just been awoken too early from a long slumber.

"Where... Where am I?" He spoke, coughing as he spoke though finally no more specks of the black and foul smelling vomit left his body as he talked. He couldn't help but rub his face, partially for the pain across his cheek from where he had landed but mostly for the dull ache, that stinging compulsion that felt like something was prodding him from the inside of his brain. It felt as though some large creature was inside the confines of his skull and trying to push its way outwards, urging him to fall forwards or else follow where it was trying to go.

The two noticed the green blood, but did not really think much of it. Iziti was raised in a lab and didn't have a real idea for common sense yet, and Zakar grew up on Origin with weird stuff around all the time.

However, Iziti did find something odd with his Teal Vision, Examination.

"This body...it seems normal. But I coulda swore....it was probably nothing".

Iziti though he felt a very old energy on him, but he shrugged it off.

"Anyways, ummm....are you sick or something? This is Astrius Academy, and we are in the boy's dorms right now. And it looks like that is your room".

Notably, there was a cleaning robot there now cleaning up all the vomit now, returning it to a clean and prestine situation, even eradicating the bacteria.

"Atrius?" He sat bolt upright, fighting against the sudden wave of blood that came rushing to his head in response to his sudden burst of activity that threatened to drive him back down to the floor once more. A look of shock and confusion quickly blossomed across his features as he looked around himself with eyes that seemed to finally be taking everything in around him with fresh eyes. None of this place made even a hint of sense to him, this certainly wasn't where he had been only moments ago.

"But... I... I... What? I was in.. Near... I.... How did I get here?" He pushed himself up to his feet as he looked around, barely registering the two who stood next to him as his breathing grew rapidly more ragged as a cold feeling of panic clutched his heart, threatening to choke his blood within his veins. "Wha... How far are we from Athani? Or... Wolfsbane? Who... Who is the Magos here? I don't.... This wasn't.... The Alovi... I don't understand." He looked down at his hands, it hardly made sense, he had been cold and alone in some distant tower not in this small building, his hands shook as he tried and failed to piece the pieces together of just where he was and how he could have come to be here. What foolish bargain had he made?

Upon reaching the dorms, dragging his trunk behind him, Quin looked at the signs and read the rules of the dorm. "Hmm, I wonder if my roommate will be older or younger than me." He spoke out loud. He put his headphone back on and zoned out to the music as he walked down the halls. He walked past the cafeteria and saw that this was the time when a lot of the students seemed to be eating. He looked at the clock and saw how late it was and realized he hadn't eaten in what felt like days, but he figured that was just the space travel that did that. He stepped inside and looked at all the other guys in there. Anyone of them could be one of the Rixy siblings. He started thinking logically. Obviously the Rixy siblings must be brothers or at least have one brother if the Headmaster expects me to live with one of them in the dorms. He thought to himself.

He finally decided this was as good a place as any to start his search. He grabbed a tray and picked out some food that looked tasty. He sat down and began to eat. When another student came and sat down across from him Quin took his headphones off and spoke to the boy.

"Excuse me, I'm new here and the Headmaster told me I should try to locate the Rixy siblings, by any chance do you know any of them?" Quin's voice was smooth as silk as he spoke.

"I think I have a class or two with Iziti, or Oculus as most of us call him, but I didn't know he had any siblings. He's the only person with the name Rixy that I've seen here. I think I just saw him down the hall a little bit ago. He's kinda short, really pale, white hair and red eyes... most the time."

"Thank you." Quin said with a smile. He got up and walked down the hall looking for anyone that fit that description. He was just about to give up and go back to the cafeteria again when he turned the corner near the arcade and saw a boy that fit the description he was given.

Quin ran to catch up to the boy, he was with two others and one seemed to look ill. He looked at the one he assumed was to be his roommate. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but by any chance are you Iziti Rixy? If so, I believe the Headmaster wants me to be your roommate." He spoke with his normal lyrical voice.

"Cross Dimensional Travel?"

Almost as if they didn't really think it was much to worry about, his character getting sick, Zakar and Iziti began to talk with each other.

"Maybe...time travel?"

"Possible. Hey, dude....wait, they might have used a different calendar where he is from. But, it is a bit odd he knows this little...you think someone teleported him in here?"

"Maybe. Or maybe they just dragged him in. He looks like he went through hell".

"Possible. When I used Examination, I did notice something odd...oh! I just realized it! I know why he is sick!"

"You do?!"

"Its because he probably got given like, twenty billion vaccinations or something!"

"Oh! Yeah! That makes sense!"

It was then at that point that they got interrupted by someone. It appeared to be someone with headphones. As Iziti had yet to deactivate his Teal Oculus, Examination acted upon him immediately.

"Oh, your an alien. I wonder why there are so many humanoid looking aliens?"

"So your finally getting roommate huh? Well, an official one anyways. Isn't Iviri coming to visit soon?"

"...you know, I don't think your grandfather liked it when you slept over those few times".

"...you would think that, but he was perfectly okay with it".

Iziti turned off his Teal Oculus, switching to red eyes. However, they still had that glow, but Quintin had not seen his normal eyes yet so had no way of knowing if it was unnatural.

"Interesting...pairing up someone with sound and someone with sight..."

Zakar looked back at Primaris, and then noticed something. Three larger, older boys ran right past them....completely naked except for their room keys in their hands.

"I don't know any of the places you listed, but they sound super old. Errrr, my name is Zakar Verrevia, Prince of the Rosetta Kingdom. What is your name?"

Quin looked at Iziti with a raised eyebrow. "So that's why they call you Oculus. That's a pretty cool talent there." He chuckled. He looked down at the boy who seemed ill. "Are you going to be okay?"

He put his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he usually did when he was feeling out of place. When he did he felt something in there that he hadn't put in there. He pulled out a key to the dorm room. "What the...? The Headmaster! That sneaky guy." He looked down at the key. "I guess I could have just looked at the number on the key if I had known it was in there."

He turned back to Iziti. "Oh yeah, my name is Quintin Melotique, but you can call me Quin." He heard Zakar talk to the other boy. "No way, I'm a prince too! I didn't realize I'd be meeting other royalty. I'm the prince of Eurythma, well technically Lennoxia, but that's the ruling continent of Eurythma."

He looked down at his key then to his trunk. "Well it was nice to meet you guys, but I think I should go check out the dorm room and put my stuff away. I'm sure I'll see you guys later." He smiled before going to find the room that matched the number on the key. When he got there he set his trunk down and took out his clothes and put them away in the closet and dresser that seemed to be empty on one side of the room. He found a piece of paper on the empty desk and he picked it up to read his schedule. It wasn't going to be too many advanced classes which Quin was happy with. He was already too late to start on today's schedule so he set it down and put his headphones back on and laid down on the empty bed to relax and recharge his manna.

It seemed that with the arrival of a new figure to this strange place the attention had been taken entirely off of him, something he didn't at all mind. It was like a weight had been lifted off of the poor boy which allowed Primaris to stagger back, one hand on his pounding head where that headache only continued to pound at the doors to his mind, whilst the other was clasped firmly around his throat, as if by some mere act of it simply being there that it could withdraw the burning from within his throat from where his ragged and pained gasping came out in staggered beats.

It only was after the fact that he even noticed he was being spoken to and even them it came faintly, as though one were trying to speak to him through a wall of water. He could hardly process the world around him, let alone the words caught upon his tongue. And yet, despite the fact his entire mouth had been windblasted from his struggling attempts to breath this most hostile air he finally managed to splutter out something similar to a response.

"I.. I am Primaris Et Primaris, Son of Athani, b.. b.. blessed serf to the Magos Al.. Aliandros... I... I come from Wolfsbane... Please... Where is the Alovai? Who is the Magos in these... these lands? I mu.. must return to... must r-return to my noble master or... or I shall suffer to... too great a torment... to bear."

Iziti was a bit surprised when Quintin introduced himself as royalty, especially given what he had heard about royalty, but it seemed like what he heard before meeting Zakar and Quintin was way off...is what his other brothers might think. Iziti did not know much about the world, and lacked real common sense. But he had a good sense of what seemed off, and he was sure they were just exceptions to the rule.

Though this might be weakened after he met or heard about a certain princess.

As Quintin left to head towards their room, Iziti turned back to the boy in front of them while glancing at Zakar who tried to help him up.

"So, some form of time space travel?"

Zakar nodded his head.

"Seems like it".

"Alright, guess I will help bring him up to speed" Iziti told Zakar, as his eyes turned purple. He had already finished with his red eyes, and that was examining time. Chronos let him have some sway over time, though it was odd and finicky. For some things, he could only see a few minutes...but for Primaris, he got some very old details. Using those details though, Iziti could use purple to influence Primaris' thoughts, and update his knowledge of the modern age he was in. Of course, Iziti himself had several gaps, and it already was not perfect to use purple this way, but it was the best option he could think of.

He figured it would help calm him down. Or, at least skip the time it would take for him to gather that information. He utilized the power of Purple Oculus, he filled Primaris with an update he would understand, as well as a few theories of what happened to him. Even if he had a general idea of what happened, and on how to allow Primaris to understand, he was unable to get specifics from that far back, such as about the entity responsible.

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While Quintin was resting on his bed, suddenly the door began to open suddenly. Not knocked on, not forced open, but opened naturally. At the door was a boy clad in a towel, with a roomkey around his neck held by a special chain. He had white hair and red eyes, just like Iziti, but his eyes did not have the glow Quintin would have seen in Iziti (as Iziti never released his power). Although he had a towel, he was still dripping wet. His height was shorter then Iziti, and he looked younger. He walked in while closing the door behind him, before he noticed Quintin.

He had grabbed his towel on his waist already to help dry him off when this happened, so it got into a situation where he was in an embarrassing situation. One that would result in most to freeze up in embarrassment and...

"Who are you?!"

Iviri was raised in a lab though, and never had clothing until after they escaped as the scientists treated them like lab rats and never gave them any. He had been forced to run combat drills like that, so even if he was embarrassed, he was already in combat mode.

"Trigger On!"

Suddenly, Iviri's body glowed in light, and his original body was replaced with one wearing strange looking clothing that was tough and would act like armor, while his Spirit Guardian appeared at his side in it's small form. Additionally, two glowing cubes appeared to float above Iviri's palms which were facing upward, holding powerful energy.

"Why are you in brother's room?!"

While he asked that question, he set a few surprises in place just in case.

Something felt instantly wrong, that even whilst he was drowning within the despair of himself as his world was upending upon itself it seemed as though there were more things to weigh him down. Before he could even fully comprehend what was happening he felt... A force upon his mind and a compulsion in his soul pressed into him, burned and brandished his being with a sense of knowing and knowledge that was never meant for his mind. Everything came swelling into him, liquids, sounds, smells, faces, concepts, life, death, faith, powers, nothingness, righteousness.




He saw speeding boxes of steel, stern hands on iron rods, blank faces behind panes of glass, cold white tiles in a cold plain room, a false life cast aside, the feeling of rain on skin, the smell of raw ozone, the burning of rubber on tarmac, the shattering of glass, the sight of a moon in the sky, birds of iron and magic soaring through clouds as soft as dreams. He saw it all in a blink of an eye and in a life time of a god and for one brief moment everything seemed so utterly clear that he could almost reach out and with one hand hold the entirety of everything in one outstretched hand and feel every last atom passing through his fingers.



And then, almost as suddenly as the feeling of power had come over him it ripped away from him again, leaving him reeling and falling down onto one knee, barely being able to stop himself from falling flat on his face. It took him a moment to compose himself and calm the heavy and rapid beating of his heart as he blinked quickly, trying to understand the flashes of the afterimages he saw in those brief moments of darkness.

"I am... So far from home... None of this place makes any sense to me... I.. I come from a land called Mundus, in the Realm of Wolfsbane.... I suppose none of that really matters now, I imagine they're long gone... Along with my father.... Did the Alovai... No, impossible." Painfully he stood back up, struggling against the throbbing pain in his head. "I'm sorry, I... I should compose myself better." Here he bowed low to both Iziti and Zakar. "My master must no doubt be dead. In his absence and by your right of birth I am now your indentured serf." It seemed he was addressing Iziti as he remained bowed with his face pointed directly at the floor, eyes closed.

"Uhhhhhh".

Iziti honestly had no fucking clue what was going on right now. All he did was give him some (incomplete) information about the world, and now he was being bowed to. And that was with a prince near him. He looked towards Zakar, and saw...Zakar was completely laughing at the situation, granted he was doing it silently.

But it was obvious he was still laughing!

He was laughing so hard one had to praise his skills to keep it totally silent and out of Primaris' eyesight!

"You know what, lets get some answers!"

Completely unaware of what to do, Iziti just looked around and thought some things. And then, completely unaware of what was going on in his room and in Primaris' head...Iziti decided it would be best to delve into his memories to figure it out, utilizing his Oculus at full power to delve into Primaris' mind, while also putting the broken pieces back together in the process to return his personality to normal. Notably, anything Iziti discovered Primaris would remember as well.

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"You met I....I mean, niichan? Then...which one?! Can you tell me his name?!"

Iviri had almost said Iziti's name outloud, but stopped himself and said something different, and in a different language no less. Though that was less surprising, they had been forced to learn multiple languages so that they could be sold to whoever the scientists felt like selling them too. It was something Iviri did to throw him off.

The cubes began to glow brightly, but he eyed the key.

"Show me then....show me it works in the lock, and then maybe I wont blast you to pieces".

Iviri did not drop his guard once, as he was still remembering the potential threat of the scientists sending someone after them, As a result, he was wary of the person in front of him who he had never met before.

"I see..."

Iziti was a little shocked...or maybe impressed, at Primaris. So he is not a normal human afterall...just physically he seems normal...unless, that thing did that on purpose...perhaps, in case anyone did go and do this?

Iziti knew that it was impossible for the Scribe to know where they were, who they were, and so on. In addition to that being a private viewing, it was impossible for anyone to have seen where they were, as it was a random placement and they could move around in the area containing the memory. In other words, he must have gotten lucky. Iziti did not panic and paid it no further mind, turning back towards Primaris.

That space at the end seemed interesting though, and Iziti sensed something...familiar?...about it.

"I hope you have some sort of detection ability" Iziti said, as he shrugged. "I hate to tell you, but that description described quite a few people here".

The timing...I wonder...

"What is it, Iziti?"

Zakar's voice entered his head naturally, without any energy or link. This was a secure private telepathic channel.

This guy...might have been sent to monitor or get close to Atrix...

"Atrix...you mean Millen's son?!"

Or Millen himself, or the headmaster, or such. But Atrix only just was discovered and enrolled, so it feels likely.

Yes, Iziti and Zakar had a good idea of who Primaris was sent to monitor. Zakar was a prince of the Rosetta Kingdom. And he knew about Millen, and the true story about what happened. So did the rest of the Royal Family once they reached a certain age, and a few others they trusted to help. They only discovered what really happened between The Hero and the Demon King afterwards, and by that time many crimes had already been committed, including against the Demon King himself. So, they helped Millen fade into a life of whatever he wanted.

Of course, they did this all discreetly, so the help was not that big. But it was enough for Millen to eventually sneak away on his own and not be bothered by people, everyone thinking the Demon King is dead.

As for Iziti, he knew because he occasionally worked for the Royal Palace. That was why he and his siblings had been able to show up here and attend. They still avoided all coming at once to prevent being found out, so many where scattered all over. But it meant they had a place to kick up their feet and take a breath. Iziti was the only one who possessed a power to detect Demon King Blood, no one else did, so when they were contacted by the Headmaster, Iziti was chosen to use examination on Atrix. Of course, to use it at full power he had to directly see Atrix's whole body without obstruction, which the Headmaster helped with.

"So, it seems like you have not eaten in quite awhile. Should we all go to the cafeteria?"

"Errr, Zakar, I should probably check on my roommate first. Besides, I want to tell him what to say in case my brother stops by. Otherwise, things could get messy".

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Iviri looked at the man. First, it was with shock. Then, a bit of paying attention. Then there was a bit of understanding. But there was also rage.

"Violence? You call this violence?"

Iviri looked at the one in front of him with his teeth clenched.

"You think peace is that easy to acquire?! You...you don't understand a thing about people..."

"Then in exchange for causing a huge uproar, why not show him as punishment?"

Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted by a white and gold tiger with lightning around it, staring down at both of them.

"Astera?!"

"Its partially your fault this all started. Or do I need to make you by force?"

Iviri looked at the tiger, his brother's Spirit Guardian, a little more before turning off his combat form. He immediately held his towel so it was in front of him, but Iviri was closer then before. Close enough for Quintin to see surgical scars all over his body. Most of them if not all of them would seem unnecessary.

"You are lucky" Iviri said as he found his stuff and quickly put them on after creating a wall using his power to project energy shields. "You get to at least have a chance to try and be what you want. Not everyone gets that. And don't think you know how bad violence can get, or that peace is easy to acquire".

Iviri finally stepped out again, fully dressed.

"Because you never know what someone lower might have gone through".

Primaris was still bowed forwards, his back starting to ache at the base of his spine as he remained motionless before Iziti. He was still trying to process what he had just seen and was struggling to even piece this whole world together, he had already chalked up the images of his past to whatever strange feeling the obviously more powerful boy had placed over him when he taught him all he knew of this world. He almost jumped when he realised that the two before him were actually addressing him.

"So, it seems like you have not eaten in quite awhile. Should we all go to the cafeteria?" That was Zakar, it seemed. The thought of food made his stomach contract painfully. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with by any means, this hunger. He had spent many nights staring up at the sky through the iron bars of his small cell, the weight of his chains digging into his skin, too hungry to sleep, the thoughts of even the barest scrap of wheat playing through his mind like the song of silken harp strings. Though, he supposed it was to be expected all things considering since he seemed to have moments ago voided the last food he had eaten in countless life times.

He didn't get a chance to answer before Iziti spoke before him.
"Errr, Zakar, I should probably check on my roommate first. Besides, I want to tell him what to say in case my brother stops by. Otherwise, things could get messy". He straightened up again, though he kept his face averted from his betters.
"I will go where you command, Magos Iziti." His voice was low with the practiced monotone of one who had reverence beaten into him. It was only natural that Iziti would be a Magos, that great and powerful group of magiseers who ruled over lesser men like he through nothing more than the simple virtue of that they were born with the power to dominate. It was the will of the Alovai, he told himself, the weak obey or are destroyed by the strong and the strong vie with each other for strength, it was the natural way.

He would go where the Magos commanded.

He obeyed.

He would obey.

He had no other choice.

As the group (?) headed towards Iziti's room....

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Astera, watching this scene, stepped forward...and swept his paw across to smack both of them in the head!

"There. Both of you stop using antagonistic words towards each other. Now here are the options. You can settle this now by stoping this argument and leaving it be, or I beat you both into submission, tearing up everything in the process, and then you can apologize to each other in those states forcibly".

"Owwww!" Iviri yelled as he rubbed his head. "That was too hard!"

"If it was soft, you would not get it!"

Astera then looked over at the man. "Anyways, you both created this whole mess with how you handled it, so in the future do keep in mind just how sensitive one can be to words. Or I will make it worse for both of you".

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Iziti put his key into the door, turned and opened it to find Iviri, Quintin, and Astera.

"So...what happened here?"

Iziti actually already knew everything thanks to his link with Astera who told him everything, but he acted like he didn't.

"Nothing happened!"

"Oh good. We are getting some food. Want to see the Cafeteria Quintin? And Iviri....why do those clothes look damp? You didn't change into clothes without drying off first, right?"

"No no! Its just....the water I was drinking was in a bottle that got damaged, and it got a little on me! Its all fine!"

"Ah, okay then....so, shall we go get food?"

"Y..yes! Coming!"

When the tiger hit him, it suddenly became clear to Quin how much he was instigating this and the tiger's words made sense. Hit didn't even feel the urge to fight back as he normally would the instant anything had attacked him. "Sorry I took it so personal." Quin muttered before Iziti came into the room.

"Yeah, nothing much happened." Quin grinned his casual grin.

"Oh good. We are getting some food. Want to see the Cafeteria Quintin?"

"Well I already went there earlier when I was looking for you, the Headmaster is a weird one, but I didn't get to eat very much." Quin said as he heard his stomach growling.

Quin grabbed his headphones and put them around his neck. He didn't want to come off as a loner and people included you more in a conversation if they knew you could hear them. Granted he could listen to his music and have a conversation, but most people wouldn't know that.

"Good to see that you're on your feet." He chuckled to Primaris. "My name's Quintin, or Quin if you like sorry I didn't introduce myself to you earlier, you seemed a little out of it" He extended his hand to shake Primaris' as they went to the cafeteria.

Primaris followed a few steps behind Iziti, his hands folded in front of him and his head slightly bowed keeping his gaze averted from his betters. He tried his best to not listen into the conversation that was unfolding before him, it was not his place to eavesdrop and he had learned long ago by way of a sharp application of birch twigs that he was to stand silent and unobserved until he was called upon to service his masters whim.

He had to admit to himself though that his ears did prickle at the sound of food. The smell of warm bread was a constant wake up call when he was growing up, having the good fortune for his cell to be located just beneath the kitchens meant that though he was more often than not only eating the scraps and leftovers from his masters table he could at least dream of the taste of fresh bread, imagine the feeling of how it must be soft and warm rather than cold and stiff from sitting stale for hours. He was glad his body was used to such a hunger for his stomach did not growl at the idea of the petty portions he was so used to.

Once more followed behind, making sure to walk far enough away that nobody would assume wrongly that he was attempting to place himself as the equals of the Magos but close enough that he would be on hand should he require him. It took a moment for him to realise that someone was talking to him, the one from earlier who had sped past who introduced himself as Quintin.
"Ah.. I.. I thank you for your kindness, sir." His voice was low and lacking in emotion, a practised monotone that served to draw no ire from his betters. A confused look spread across his face like the blossoming of a rose as he looked down at the hand that was offered to him, having no idea how to address the action he simply blinked slowly, hoping that someone would explain before he caused some form of offence.