According to Poki, Diana's life was never in danger and she didn't have to be at rest for even a few minutes, it was as simple as a green light illuminating her whole body and the next moment, everything was back to normal.
I simply find it hard to think of something as simple as that, but this is another world.
"Do you want to go for a walk outside the castle?, I've given permission to Mr. Firenze to go out for the afternoon..."
Poki says with a half smile as he finishes taking a bite of a piece of bread.
"It seems fascinating, but no", I shook my head, "I still have several books that Charles gave me to read, I think I have done my duty to inform Diana about Prince Charles."
Having said that, I finished eating and went back to my room to study.
During all this process I didn't see Kamila, she has been missing since this morning, I don't know what she was doing.
Time passes at cruising speed and several days have already passed.
Classes in the morning until noon are usual and there has not been much movement or anything interesting during these days, what should be emphasized is that, well, Diana has not returned to her room since the day she left with no apparent address.
Kamila came back yesterday, brought a nice wine with her, apologized and said she left on family business.
I didn't care, after all I had accepted her only because of the strange feelings I still have for her decapitated sister.
The sounds in the middle of the night coming from Huanca's room are constant, it is like the coming of the moon at night, always present.
I discovered the name of her maid, Dayana, a curious name indeed.
...
Today is an important day, I have decided to take a walk through the royal city, I want to analyze the surroundings personally.
"Are you coming with me?", I asked while finished fixing my sword in the sheath hanging from my waist, not far from me, a beautiful maid with blonde hair and eyes looks at me with eyes that reflect feelings that I can not decipher.
"My lord, wherever you are, I will be there...", Kamila smiles slightly, her hands reach out to grab a small tie from a small table.
Her movements are slow, but precise, she approached me and being just a few centimeters away, her delicate hands skirt my neck, the tie moves like a snake at her command and before I knew it, I already had a nice black tie on perfectly.
...
"You're weird...", I smiled, maybe trying to hide the growing displeasure inside me, Why does she hold the tie like a person holds a pet leash?, Kamila smiles exposing her perfect white teeth, her red lipstick is not too bright and looks natural, her smile is perfect.
"My lord, I'm yours, if I'm weird, then it's okay, I'm okay with that, or.... ", his golden eyebrows furrow, 'My lord wants me to change, Maybe a happier or more loving attitude?', Her voice is like a spring breeze that hits my body at the speed of a drunk driver.
"Hmph", I was silent for a moment, trying to understand the reason for his cheerful behavior, "Forget it, I don't have time for this right now, we must hurry,...", I turned around ignoring the gesture she made, a gesture of displeasure that only makes her face more attractive.
Getting out of the castle was a bit of a hassle, lots of explanations to make, lots of greetings and pleasantries in between and lots of people to talk to, nosy guards and annoying maids asking, "Sir, Is there anything I can help you with?", but in the end, I made it out of the castle.
Outside I am greeted by a beautiful city, large buildings like palaces arranged in a row, streets paved with some kind of magical material that gives it a colorful and elegant look, people who look like something out of a video game, I'm not saying that because they look weird, but their features are perfect.
The women have a body 100-60-100 to measure, of course with variations some thinner, some with more hips, some with more chest, but all have impeccable faces, delicate, not even with my improved eyesight I can see a defect or some tiny imperfection such as hair not visible to the naked eye, are like works of art made to be perfect.
The men are no slouches, handsome, attractive, elegant, clothes to match.
I guess I should stand out in this place.
I cleared my throat before attempting to walk, a stroll, a stroll through the city.
Hyper-luxury stores or giant fields of entertainment, people here smile without fear of forming wrinkles on their faces, although, I have yet to see any woman or man who looks older than twenty-five.
Is it something to do with magic?
I passed by a fancy restaurant with Kamila walking behind me until I heard a noise.
"Come further...", I muttered and walked a little faster, "My lord, is something wrong?", I ignored Kamila's worried words and grabbed her hands to run in a specific direction. The people around me look at me with strange expressions...
Soon, I arrived to a large church, white walls with gold ornaments, there is no fence that obstructs the passage to the place, it is a building of about ten meters high, it has a large flag on the highest tower that waves, a white pattern with a golden sword covered in light.
"It is the church of God... My lord, you...", Kamila speaks from behind me, thanks to my enhanced senses I can hear a strange sound coming from deep inside this building,
"My lord, are you okay? You've been acting strange..." Kamila approaches, I quickly look at her turning my head, "What is this?" Kamila narrows her eyes.
"It's not Sunday... I mean... The church of God only receives visitors on Sundays... probably the priest or the people in charge are working inside, Do you need something from church? Maybe I can come here one Sunday for you...", Kamila says in a soothing tone, both of her hands gripping my right hand tightly, it's like she's trying to communicate something to me, but damn, I'm not good at hints from women, or maybe I'm just overthinking.
"Hmph, I think...", I said, something about that sound felt familiar... old and distant, awakening a feeling that I thought extinct.
"Quasi, I see that you came out of your burrow...", suddenly a familiar voice calls me, a reassuring hand rests on my right shoulder making me breathe slowly.
I turned around to see Huanca walking next to Dayana.
I bit my lower lip because of anxiety, I looked at Huanca, a slight ancient and strange feeling surfacing in my heart.
"Huanca, why don't they have pores?", I asked with my voice a little repressed and my head down.
Huanca tilts his head slightly without understanding, his smile always present on him.
"I don't understand what you mean...", Huanca asks with genuine curiosity, Dayana next to her seems a little curious.
"No, they don't have pores, not even facial hair, nothing exists, just..." I paused, confused, I shouldn't be surprised, I shouldn't have to, this is a fantasy world.
I could repeat to myself ad nauseam that this is another world, however.
...
"The sound came back to my ears, almost as if it wanted to remind me of something, it's a familiar sensation, like when you suddenly feel that your whole world is false and that your family is waiting for you to come out of the coma, maybe some cries, words of encouragement that, on a dying body they have no effect.
But that the mind analyzes.
"I guess I never told you since we stopped seeing each other, but I've always considered you my best friend...", I smiled and watched as Huanca almost laughed out loud and called me a faggot.
Of course, this world is not fake, it is too real to be.
Inhale a large amount of air before exhaling.
The day ended without any mishap, even though I received stares from several rich kids I didn't pay attention to that.
Returning to the castle, I was ready to have some dinner and then sleep soundly, I'm tired.
"You've arrived... Axel...", I hear a familiar voice, sitting down while I eat placidly I turn around to look to my right.
It's Caero, she moves her spoon in her bowl of soup, her eyes hide a bit of anger and resentment, "Axel... Do you know what the prince wanted with Diana?", Caero asks me seriously, her eyes focused on me.
"I don't know, but... maybe it's just some attraction or just...", before I can finish speaking, I watch as Caero shakes her head slightly, her expression changing as if she is holding back many bitter feelings. Her slightly red eyes look at me, she purses her lips and breathes with some difficulty, "Axel...", her tired voice suddenly sounds.
"I really don't know..." I said, Caero lightly taps the table with some force, she sighs before clearing her throat, "It's been twenty days since she disappeared...", I narrowed my eyes at Caero's words.
"You're lying...", I said with my throat a little dry, it hasn't been twenty days, "Axel, Why do you do it?, Why do you always have the perfect words to make the people hate you?...", Caero asks me seriously, but I can't answer that question, "It hasn't been twenty days," I denied with my head.
"You... Fuck!, look, I don't know what the prince told you!, but, you have to tell me why I haven't seen Diana for the last twenty fucking days!!!", Caero speaks slowly and loudly, her barely contained anger, her hands grasp my cold hands, transmitting warmth to me.
"You suspect I'm hiding something?", my voice lets out a slight discontent, "You're the last person I would really trust with anything, Axel...", Caero spits with discontent, she squeezes my hands harder, but it is impossible for her to make me feel even a little pain.
"I don't know where Diana is, it's the truth", I close my eyes helplessly, I don't know why she has this kind of "Humor", but, now that I remember, Diana was her best friend in high school, but still...
...
"It wouldn't be the first time, Axel, if you really know where Diana is, you have to tell me... please...", her voice at the end breaks with a slight cry, I can feel her trembling her fear, her unwillingness and her inability to surrender.
In fact, I can guess two or three things about Diana, I haven't bothered to dig further into that matter because I have my schedule too full, I have to gain power as soon as possible to escape from this realm, or maybe Caero knows something I don't know, something important.
"Maybe she's just playing with the prince...", I let out some slight words, the next moment.
*Shock*.
My right cheek was blessed with a lady's make-up again, although this time I don't feel any pain, I saw Caero's palm coming but I didn't do anything.
"Fuck Axel...", Caero's voice hints her anger and sadness, I didn't dare to look her in the eyes, she made a slight disappointed noise before sighing, "I really thought you had changed, you looked so happy when you received that doctorate...", I feel a slight stake piercing my heart, but this feeling is quickly replaced by surprise.
"You, were you at the convention when?...", I couldn't finish asking because Caero had already stood up from her chair and walks away from me.
"I forgot to tell you that Huayta has committed suicide, but I guess you don't care... it wouldn't be the first time, Right Quasimodo?, still, be careful", her cold words make an annoying feeling hit my body, my mind.
Wait, Has Huaya committed suicide?, Why?, Why?, Why didn't I hear about it, not only that, Why does Caero say that ten days have passed since Diana disappeared?, I didn't feel the passage of time, maybe I focused too much on gaining power during these last few days.
I squinted to myself, various feelings surfacing inside my heart and pounding hard in my brain.
"I have to talk to Huanca...", I muttered under my breath, but when I got to Huanca's room there was such a loud noise that no matter how hard I knocked on that wooden door, I'm sure I wouldn't be heard.
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The next day.
A single position, a single movement, the energy that runs through my body concentrates on my palms and then on my sword, sooner rather than later the blade of my sword begins to glow with a bright golden hue.
My muscles tighten, my aim is one and my movement is accurate.
Using just a part of all my power I made a move, the wind could break my tympani if I were an ordinary human, my sword move releases a golden crescent moon that quickly advances forward.
The wooden practice dummy is split in half and another wooden dummy behind it takes the damage, ending up with a gash from its shoulder to its leg almost an inch deep.