"Okay, I'll see you later, Veronica," I said, giving her a warm smile as I bid her goodbye. Her face was still flushed, resembling a ripe tomato, and I couldn't help but find it endearing. As Arthur and I walked away from the girls' dormitory, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. With the girls safely inside, it was time to address the more pressing matters at hand.
"So, who were they?" I asked Arthur, my tone a bit more serious now as the situation demanded.
Arthur glanced at me, his expression matching my own seriousness. "Not much info, but it seems like this has been happening for a while, at random events."
I nodded, processing his words. A syndicate, possibly, spreading drugs around the academy...
"Anyway, what the hell actually happened?" I asked, curious about his recent encounter.
Arthur sighed. "Yeah, about that... it seems that Fatto... was kind of jealous of me."
"Jealous? Why?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Because Kathlyn says my her friend."
I couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of it. "Really, that's it? Nothing more?" I placed a hand over my mouth, suppressing a laugh before adding, "How could you? She's a princess. You can't have two princesses at the same time. Are you trying to start a civil war?"
Before I could even finish my teasing, Arthur delivered a sharp chop straight to my head. I rubbed the spot, chuckling as we continued towards the boys' dormitory.
We eventually reached Arthur's room, where we found Elijah sprawled out, sleeping like a dead worm. Arthur shot me a look. "Really, Lucas, you're going to compare him to that?"
I just shrugged with a smirk. "He's got the posture down."
After sending Arthur off, I headed toward my own room, which was a few doors down. But as I approached, I froze, unable to believe my eyes. Standing in front of my door was someone I hadn't seen in years—not since I was 10 years old.
It was Bairon Wykes, my half-brother.
Whatever, I walked to my room. He looked up at me, about to speak, but I cut him off. "What are you doing here in front of my room?" I asked, getting straight to the point. I could see his eyebrows twitching as he made an ugly face and yelled. *Well, kind of expected that,* I thought. *Whatever, let's listen to it.*
"Where are your manners? Is this how you're supposed to talk to your older brother?" he shouted.
"Geez, shut up already. My eardrums are about to burst from all your yelling," I said, massaging my neck, cutting off his annoying lecture.
"Oye, you..." he started, but before he could finish, he unleashed a large amount of bloodlust.
*Holy shit, I'm still weak to the white core.* I tried to remain unfazed, but my posture leaned downward slightly as I fought to stay composed. *Control, control. Handle it, Lucas,* I told myself. Then, without a second thought, I let go of my own bloodlust, countering his.
It still wasn't enough. I could see passersby dropping to their knees, unable to handle the overwhelming aura both of us were emitting. But still, *Lucas, you're stronger.*
The door opened, revealing another person in the same white military uniform as Bairon. It was another Lance.
"Bairon, stop emitting so much... wait, are you actually trying to scare a kid?" she said, a smirk playing on her lips. Bairon inhaled deeply, retracting his aura, and I followed suit, withdrawing mine as well.
"Really, Bairon? You couldn't even scare your brother. I'll be telling the others about this," she teased with a light laugh.
I glanced at the elven woman in her twenties with greenish-silver hair, pure green eyes, an oval face, and flawless white skin. *So, who is she?* She looked familiar from the broadcast, but I couldn't place her. *She must be another Lance, but I can't remember her name.*
"Who are you?" I asked, maintaining my guarded tone.
"Well, that's a surprise," she said, her voice light but carrying an undertone of amusement. "I'm Lance Alea Triscan, and you must be Bairon's little brother, right?"
I nodded as another figure emerged from the room—it was Jamie.
"Yo, Lucas," he greeted me casually.
"You know him?" Alea asked, leaning in closer to Jamie.
"Yeah, he's my roommate," Jamie replied.
*Well, whatever,* I thought as I turned to head inside the room. But then Bairon's voice stopped me cold.
"Were you the one behind the Xavier attack?"
I paused, turning my head slightly to glance back at him. "Why do you ask?" I responded, not denying it but not fully admitting it either.
"Because if you keep doing things like that, you'll soon find yourself surrounded by enemies. And I might be one of them," he said, his voice icy cold.
"Really? Let's see you try, brother." I smirked, walking inside without wasting another minute around that hypocrite. *The next head of the Wykes family? We'll see who it'll be.*
Bairon POV:-
*I still can't believe this arrogant half-breed dared to speak to me like that. But I have to admit, he's become someone formidable—worthy of the Wykes name.* Bairon thought, his expression darkening as he watched Lucas walk away. *I only warned him to stop with the brutality because it breeds enemies, revengers who'll stop at nothing to take him down. It's not like I care about him, but he bears the Wykes name, and that comes with responsibility.*
"Your brother is pretty harsh with you. Hehehe," Alea teased, her tone playful as she leaned slightly to catch Bairon's gaze.
"Whatever. Hope you enjoyed meeting your brother. Let's go," Bairon replied, his tone cold and unchanged.
"Yeah, yeah," Alea said with a shrug, her playful demeanor not wavering as she moved back to the elven boy standing nearby.
Jamie, with his short, tousled blonde hair and bright green eyes, had a youthful charm. His pointed ears, a telltale sign of his half-elven lineage, peeked out from under his hair. His lean, athletic build hinted at his agility, and his light skin had a healthy glow. Dressed in the academy's uniform, he had a relaxed air about him, though his cheeks were now flushed with embarrassment as Alea planted a few quick kisses on his face.
The boy was completely flustered, his face a deep shade of red. Alea grinned at his reaction, giving him a final, playful pat before turning to leave with Bairon.
As they started walking back, Bairon couldn't help but reflect on the encounter.
"You sure you think of him as your brother? Your actions don't show it," Bairon remarked, his tone sharp.
"I'll treat him however I want. He's my little Jamie," Alea replied proudly, her voice filled with a possessive warmth that Bairon could almost understand, though it irked him nonetheless.
Bairon sighed, shaking his head slightly as they continued down the hall.
"I lost him once. I can't lose him again," Alea said, her voice tinged with sadness. Bairon glanced at her, now beginning to understand the depth of her possessiveness over the boy.
"What happened?" he asked, his tone softer than before.
"He was captured by slave traders along with other elves," Alea began, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness. "But someone destroyed their outpost. According to him, it was a boy, about the same age as he was at the time."
Bairon absorbed this information, realizing the weight of her protectiveness. "Now, if you stay serious like this, it'll help us a lot," he replied, signaling the end of the conversation as they reached the academy gate.
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