"Attacks that could disrupt Revel Flow?" Diane asked.
It was the next day and Folorunsho was back at the field with Diane. After his training for the day, he retold the events of last night to the woman, especially about the man he lost to.
"Yeah, it was pretty crazy," He said. "It even messed with my ability to perceive Revel. Have you heard of something like that?"
"There is a Revel Art that I know of that can achieve such effects," Diane said. " However, it's praticioners are sparse. Even if whoever you ran into was one of them, the likelihood you will run into another or him again is very unlikely. Don't let it bother you,"
"If you say so. I'll catch you tomorrow,"
"Wait, I have something for you,"
Diane pulled a request slip from her pocket and handed it to Folorunsho. As the young man read through its contents, the look on his face shifted into one of irritation.
"You can't be serious,"
"I am,"
"I already told you I won't be doing any jobs for the Immortalis," Folorunsho growled.
"This is not a request from the Immortalis," Diane replied. "It is a request from me,"
"Same difference!" He yelled. "You want me to do another escort request for those insufferable red heads? You can forget it!"
Diane was already aware of how difficult it would be to get Folorunsho to agree to work for the Immortalis again, even if they were not the ones explicitly making the request. It did not matter if he was willing to go or not. She needed to see how far Folorunsho had come since his training began and this mission was the best way. Which was why she had gotten herself a guarantee.
"How long have you been living in Pedtro?" She asked.
"My how life," Folorunsho replied. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"With this request, nothing in particular. With you and PMA, everything,"
Folorunsho's body tensed at the mention of the organisation. The Planetary Migration Agency, or PMA or short, was a third party organisation that served all the planetary governments of the Yubila Galaxy. It's job was to handle the migration of individuals across planets, granting the necessary visas and permits to travel across space with relatively no issue. They were also responsible for apprehending and punishing those travelling through illegal means.
"Why would I have any dealings with the PMA? I've never left Pedtro,"
"Not in the last 13 months, you haven't," Diane said. "Which is around the same time you arrived,"
Folorunsho's heart skipped a beat.
"The Immortalis can get access to a lot of places, and by extension so can I. Now imagine my shock when I discovered that there is no record of you in either the Pedtrean citizen records or the immigration records within that time frame,"
Folorunsho clenched his fist. Of all the things he had expected, Diane going this far to get him to work for was was the last one the list.
"I do not know where you came from," She continued. "Or at least, not yet. Nor do I know why you came here but at the moment, I do not need to know. And neither will the PMA,"
"Do you need me of all people to work for you so desperately that you'd resort to black mail?" Folorunsho asked.
"Something like that," Diane replied. "I am willing to make.this job worth your while as well,"
"How so?"
"After it concludes, I will pull a few strings for you in order for you to be registered as a citizen of Pedtro. You will no longer have to worry about the PMA. Of course, you no longer have a choice, so I will await you at the manor,"
Diane turned at left the field, leaving Folorunsho by himself. The young man could not help but to scream in frustration, hitting the ground repeatedly in rage. Even in other aspects of his life, he was once again useless, unable to do anything for himself to maintain his autonomy. Slowly but surely, he calmed down and re-evaluated the situation. In truth, it served as more of a benefit for him as once the request was concluded and he had his Pedtrean citizenship, Diane would no longer have anything to blackmail him, at least for now.
He went through the request again. Diane had asked him to accompany her, Kenan and one other member of the Immortalis he was unfamiliar with to the capital of Pedtro; Shandel. He was to serve as additional security for the group and to safe guard them, though they posed more of a threat to him than anything else.
The next day came by quickly and Folorunsho found himself once again at the gates of the Immortalis Manor. This time, he was dressed in black, from his combat boots to his sweat shirt. The only stand out was the thin chain He wore around his neck. He made this way past the ornate bushes, now adorned with blue roses and knocked on the door. Like last time, Francine was the one to answer.
Her reaction to the freelancer was different. She had witnessed his strength that fateful night and that image of fear was engraved into her eyes.
"W-welcone," She managed to muster.
"What's got you all tensed up?" Folorunsho asked as he walked in. The expression Francine wore indicated that he was the reason, but Folorunsho was too oblivious to notice.
Diane appeared dressed in her usual fashion. As she approached the two, Francine noticed the tenseness that came over Folorunsho.
"I am glad you decided to come," She said.
"Like you said, I don't reply have a choice," He replied. "So how long do I have to wait until we're ready to go?"
"Do not worry, freelancer. We are all ready to go," A voice said.
The voice belonged to none other than the Head of the Household, Kenan Immortalis himself. The imposing being made his way down the staircase dressed red satin suit, a maroon dress shirt and a black tie. His eyes bore a sinister glint and his mouth wore a similar smile. As he came down Folorunsho noticed that he was not alone. A young woman made her way down with him.