"Alright, that's all for today class, good luck to everyone tomorrow"
Standing up from his seat, Troi stretched his arms and soon made his way towards Mark and Kyle.
"See you man, gotta go to the training center,"
"Really? Shouldn't you rest your body for tomorrow?" Mark was confused about why was Troi going to push his body before a day when he would need it at full capacity.
"You're starting to become more and more like Wyatt, you know?" Kyle who had the same reaction as Mark, jokingly teased Troi.
"No pain, no gain, as they say." Troi could only shrug his shoulders at their words.
It was true that his body hadn't fully rested from when he fought the Terror.
But he knew that the next time he fought her, there wouldn't be the Coldfeathers there to aid him.
'I needed to grow stronger,"
'To destroy the accursed ending and find a way home.'
'Then I can finally rest.'
Troi steeled his will and bid goodbye to Mark and Kyle.
He wanted to approach Wyatt too, but seeing he was busy talking with Gwen.
He chose not to.
Mark and Kyle then nodded to him and planned to go to the arcade to ease some of their stress from what happened at the party.
Kyle shivered as he remembered the black metal mask of a man.
That deep voice that came out of the mask he could still hear it sometimes in his head.
'I really hope he doesn't go after my family,'
Mark was pretty shaken too he couldn't even focus on the lesson that Ms. Rebecca was teaching them.
He soon looked at the back of a man who walking towards the exit of the class.
He remembered how scared he had found him in one of the stalls.
Being only a commoner if one of those assassins tried to kill him, he had no backers nor a house for him to rely on.
He only had himself.
'Maybe that's why he wants to get stronger,'
'If that's the case good luck, man,'
Little did Mark and Kyle know the same man who bid them goodbye with a smile was the same person who kept them up at night.
Troi then got out of the class and made his way to the training center, every step his entire body ached.
Whilst he and the other students exited the room.
"Hey Gwen, you coming? Me, Oliver, and Reynold are planning to grab some food before we return to our dorms," With an energetic voice, Xayah tried to invite Gwen for an after-class lunch.
"You go on ahead," Gwen declined her offer as she and Wyatt had something to talk about first.
"Your choice," Xayah before leaving the class with Reynold and Oliver, took a small glance at Wyatt.
And with a cheeky smile.
"You guys dating~~~?"
Tried to tease Gwen and Wyatt.
But instead of seeing the blushed face of either of them.
A cold and icy glare befell her as Gwen stared directly into her red eyes.
Wyatt stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do as he watched the two girls.
Xayah feeling the hairs on her arms start to point like her ears hurriedly ran to the exit.
As she left the class, Gwen let out a small sigh and turned her blue eyes towards Wyatt.
"So what happened?"
Wyatt also composed himself and opened his mouth.
"Well, we were all pretty excited at first, especially Mark and Kyle who were salivating at the expensive wines we were told would be free,"
"Wasn't that party only limited to nobles?, how did your other friend Troi get in?"
"Well, don't tell anyone about this but, Kyle bribed one of the guards,"
"Of course, normally this wouldn't work but as you know the Gillians and the Coldfeathers were on good terms,"
"And seeing that it was just a young student looking to have some fun, they didn't think much about it," Wyatt scratched his head as he told Gwen.
He thought that Gwen would think of his friends less after all they did just bribe a guard.
But Gwen couldn't care less and moved on to another one of her questions.
"So there were two assassins right?"
"Yeah...." Wyatt soon thought about the two individuals who fought tooth and nail among the food and champagnes.
But more so to the one who wore a metal mask.
"There was one who was called herself the Traceless Terror, and another one who called himself the Unseen Threat,"
"Did the Unseen Threat really use a gun?"
Wyatt slightly shivered.
After all, he remembered the painful sensation of being shot by that very weapon.
He still could not believe it, that a bullet that came from a weapon from the past was able to pierce through his aura and onto his body.
However, it was long gone by now as the potion the medics from the academy forced him to drink reduced the bullet that pierced his body into dust.
He was the only one who knew about it.
"Yeah, he did,"
"Tell me mor-"
Gwen who was about to ask another question felt a little bit surprised when Wyatt interrupted her with a question of his own.
"Are the Lynine's going after him?"
Gwen felt Wyatt's voice deepen and his silver eyes solidified.
The silver-haired girl could only stare at him at this sudden surprise.
She had always seen him cheerful and always joking with his friends so she had never expected these seemingly firm eyes to come from him.
Then she debated whether to tell him the truth.
That she was interested in the assassin who wielded a gun and nothing else.
But seeing Wyatt suddenly act like this.
'Is he and that assassin connected in some way?'
But then Wyatt snapped him out of her thoughts.
"As the firstborn and next heir of the Greywolf, I give you my word, Gwen of Lynine."
Her eyes widened as she saw Wyatt had his right fist clenched on his chest.
A noble promise.
A sacred oath that only those with the blood of a noble could perform.
"That the Unseen Threat is not a bad person,"
"I will bet my blood on the line,"
That sudden proclamation of oath made Gwen freeze.
Wyatt then unclenched his right fist from his chest and offered Gwen a handshake.
Gwen could only stare at his right hand full of veins accumulated from years of training.
For she knew if she shook his hand, a small mark would appear on his hand indicating the oath.
Yet Wyatt stood there with his hand in the air without a care in the world.
He knew that if Xayah came on that fateful night instead of a black metal mask.
He wouldn't been able to have the courage to see his sister again.
The sister he cared deeply for.
The one who forgave him even though he was the reason she will never be able to walk again.
Without the voices hindering him his dream to make her walk again seemed doable.
The silence he craved for was now a daily occurrence for him.
The times when he had to train to the point of his body breaking so his mind could instead focus on the pain was no more.
He was able to live his life.
At first, he had doubts about it.
'Did that assassin really cure him of his curse?'
'Then that means he knew I had those voices in my head?'
'No one ever believed me but he did?'
'And after removing them he just left without even asking for any compensation?'
No matter how much Wyatt tried to think about it, it made no sense.
But all his doubts went away as he met the same masked figure in a place he did not expect.
At the end of that grueling fight between him and the terror.
There was a moment between him and his supposed savior.
He wanted to ask if he knew.
Of all the pain and suffering he had to go through.
Of all the times he had to train his body to silence them.
Of all the sleepless nights and broken days he had to endure because of them.
He wanted to ask if he really saved him.
Yet before he could do so.
The man with a metal mask nodded at him.
'He knew.'
So he wouldn't mind giving his word to the Lynines.
If it could keep them off his benefactor's back.
He also wanted to do it earlier with Nathan but his words would mean nothing to the Heroux's for they were a high house that did not listen.
Gwen stood there with her mouth slightly open as she stared at Wyatt who for the entire time had a firm and solidified gaze towards her while offering his hand to enact the oath.
The curiosity inside Gwen's heart burned even brightly as she saw Wyatt suddenly act like this.
'Unseen Threat....what the hell are you?'
In a moving mechanical vehicle.
A person who had his eyes closed was currently getting a little bit of shut-eye as he rested his head on the glass.
Suddenly he woke up and sneezed.
'The hell?'