MystiCom Crystals are meticulously enchanted gemstones, each one attuned to a specific individual's magical signature. This attunement allows for secure and private communication. Users activate the crystal by holding it and focusing their thoughts on the intended recipient. The crystal harnesses their magical aura and translates their thoughts into ethereal signals.
MystiCom Crystals are interconnected, forming a vast and intricate web of magical communication. Messages travel through this network, crossing vast distances instantaneously. The recipient's crystal emits a gentle glow upon receiving a message, alerting them to incoming communication. By touching the crystal, the recipient can mentally read the sender's message.
"Hello there, is this James Mansion?" The voice carried a tone of warmth and curiosity.
"What's this, Aura-nee? We're rather occupied at the moment. And I'm not in the business of finding men for you," Seraphine's voice laced with amusement, revealing a familiarity between her and the caller. Aura and Seraphine shared a strong bond, often engaging in playful banter and light-hearted conversations.
"This is how you're treating me, Seraphine? I may be young, but I'm not in a rush. And who said anything about searching for a man?" Aura's voice held a playful undertone, her words punctuated with a chuckle.
Seraphine couldn't help but chuckle in return. "My apologies, Aura. So, to what do we owe the pleasure of your call? Is there something you need?"
"Jokes aside, I want to talk to you about your daughter," Aura's voice carried a sense of seriousness, drawing James's attention fully.
"You know where she is?" James's voice held a mixture of concern and relief. The past month without any word from Helena had been a source of unease for him.
"Of course I do," Aura replied confidently, her tone hinting at a sense of amusement. "She and the Diaz boy made quite the entrance into my territory. A grand commotion, to be precise."
"Diaz? Arthur's son?" Seraphine's voice chimed in, her memory recalling the young and exceptionally talented boy who had earned the distinction of becoming the number one student at Firstman Academy. His exceptional looks and prowess were undeniable, yet he also shared his father's shameless and audacious nature, a trait that seemed to be passed down through generations. (Arthur: Why is everyone like this?)
"Yes, that's the one," Aura confirmed. "He's quite a character."
Seraphine couldn't help but chuckle. "A chip off the old block, I see."
"As for compensation for their little adventure," Aura continued, her voice regaining its seriousness, "you can discuss the details with your daughter directly. I'm a bit too exhausted to go into all the particulars right now."
"Very well, we'll talk to her," James agreed, a mix of gratitude and curiosity in his voice. He was relieved to know that Helena was safe and that her whereabouts were known.
Suddenly, a loud, furious voice echoed through the communication device. "FATHER, YOU ARE A BAD EVIL FATHER!" It was Helena, her voice a blend of anger and exasperation. "You sent me into a lion's den! I encountered a gorilla that decimated an entire army, and worse, I had to deal with a scumbag boy!"
James and Seraphine exchanged glances, both intrigued and bemused by the unexpected turn of events.
"Helena, calm down and explain," Seraphine interjected, her voice laced with amusement.
"Explain? Oh, I'll explain alright!" Helena's words flowed in a torrent of frustration and indignation, recounting her encounter with Diaz, the unexpected alliance with Gordon's lion beastman tribe, and the chaos that ensued. The tale was a rollercoaster of emotions, peppered with expletives and colorful descriptions.
As Helena's animated storytelling continued, James and Seraphine listened with growing amusement, the situation unfolding like a vivid scene in their minds. Despite the challenging circumstances, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their daughter's resourcefulness and fiery spirit.
Seraphine listened to Helena's account of the attack, her attention focused on the details as she tried to discern any clues that might hint at the identity of the assailants. "Helena, were there any distinguishing marks, symbols, or peculiarities that could help us identify who might have orchestrated this?" she asked, her voice measured and analytical.
Instead of answering her mother's question directly, Helena launched into a complaint about the "wilderness boy," Diaz. With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated tone, She regaled her parents with tales of Diaz's exaggerated heroics and his propensity for boasting about his achievements. Helena went on to recount Diaz's antics in a dramatized and comedic fashion, portraying him as a scumbag hero who reveled in making her life difficult. Her words were filled with sarcasm and humorous indignation as she painted Diaz as the villain of her tale.
Helena, however, seemed to be on a different tangent. "Ugh, you won't believe it, Mother. This wilderness boy, Diaz, he bullied me the entire time we were out there!" Her tone was a mix of frustration and exaggeration.
As Helena continued her narrative, a voice suddenly interjected, a male voice that carried an air of smugness and confidence. "Who said I'm a scumbag? I'll have you know I'm a hero, a handsome hero at that!" Diaz's voice rang out.
Helena froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. She slowly turned to find Diaz standing there, a smug grin on his face. It seemed he had been listening to her storytelling all along.
Diaz Ignored Helena, and then he launched into a detailed account of his own perspective on the events, complete with embellishments and a not-so-humble recounting of his accomplishments try to defend his dignity.
Diaz's voice continued to ring out through the communication talisman, his boastful tone unmistakable. "And then, as the monstrous beast charged at us, I performed a flawless backflip and dodged its attack with grace and finesse."
Helena's eye-roll was practically audible as she retorted, "Please, Diaz, we both know you stumbled and tripped over a tree root."
Diaz chuckled, undeterred by Helena's skepticism. "Ah, details, details. The important thing is that I emerged unscathed and ready to defend you, fair maiden."
"Defend me?" Helena laughed incredulously. "From what? A butterfly?"
"Oh, come now," Diaz protested, his voice brimming with mock offense. "You underestimate the danger that lurks in the heart of the wilderness. Butterflies can be quite ferocious, you know."
Helena's laughter grew, the sound mixing with her playful disbelief. "Ferocious butterflies and heroic backflips. You truly have a way with words, Diaz."
"And with actions," Diaz added with a wink, his voice oozing with confidence.
Helena sighed dramatically. "Yes, yes, a regular paragon of heroism, that's you."
Diaz seized the opportunity to amplify his boasts. "Indeed, my dear Helena. I am not just a hero, but a legend in the making."
Helena couldn't help but play along. "A legend? Oh, do tell, what other feats have you achieved, O Mighty Legend?"
Diaz cleared his throat theatrically. "Well, let's see. I once stared down a pack of ferocious squirrels and single-handedly thwarted their nefarious plans to steal nuts from innocent villagers."
Helena burst into laughter. "Squirrels? Really?"
Diaz's voice held a note of feigned seriousness. "Don't underestimate their cunning, Helena. Those beady eyes and fluffy tails can hide a multitude of sinister intentions."
Helena huffed, clearly exasperated yet unable to completely hide her amusement. "You're unbelievable, Diaz."
Diaz's voice held a playful tone. "Ah, but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"
James and Seraphine exchanged bemused glances, their astonishment evident. It was an unexpected turn of events, and they found themselves caught in a moment that resembled a couple engaging in friendly banter about their romantic life – a scenario that was quite far from their expectations.
The guard and maid also being dumbfounded, their ears catching snippets of the lighthearted banter between Helena and Diaz. Instead of the dire catastrophe story they had anticipated, they found themselves inadvertently eavesdropping on a play full of dog food.
"Did I hear that right? Backflips and heroic squirrels?" the guard whispered to the maid, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.
The maid stifled a giggle. "Oh, absolutely. And let's not forget those ferocious butterflies. Quite the dynamic duo, aren't they?"
The guard shook his head in mock disbelief. "Who would've thought that a perilous situation could turn into a comedy show?"
James leaned over to Seraphine and whispered, "Well, at least we know our daughter isn't alone out there. She's got Diaz to keep her entertained."
Seraphine smiled and nodded. "And Diaz seems to have a way of keeping things interesting."
As the comedic chat between Diaz and Helena carried on, the couple couldn't help but feel reassured that their daughter was in capable and entertaining company, even amidst the unpredictability of their current situation.
Seraphine's teasing continued, "Ok, stop it. We can talk about the engagement later."
Helena, still feeling flustered, responded, "Who wants to be his bride?" A subtle blush coloured her cheeks.
Diaz, never one to miss an opportunity, boasted, "You're not worthy of my heroism yet."
Helena's patience wore thin as she retorted, "You bastard!"
James, sensing the escalating tension, quickly interjected, "Stop! Stop!" He couldn't help but feel a bit helpless amidst the bickering.
With the atmosphere lightened, Seraphine redirected the conversation, getting back to the serious matter at hand. "Let's get serious. Who could be behind the attack on you?"
Helena's expression turned thoughtful as she answered, "It could be Veridora Kingdom."
The mention of Veridora Kingdom left everyone in the room shocked. No one had expected Veridora to be involved in this scheme. The room fell into a heavy silence as they processed the implications of this unexpected revelation.