Leaving aside my intrigued thoughts about Risteth's life; There is a much more pressing topic i would like to learn about.
—What are this "Additional Professions" you are mentioning Nisha?.
"—Literally what it means Trektör"; Reply Q'Waray before the Thaigrin Felinaid Young Lady "—Those with ROYALTY are born having a Single Additional Profession before coming into contact with an Endodecodex".
Nisha grunts displeased but ignores the treatment of Q'Waray to keep the focus on the subject instead of starting an argument with the red skinned woman "—That is not all Trektör, some of those with ROYALTY can have a Second Profession by fulfilling certain requirements.
—"The Insane Mad Tyrant", is a good example of this situation, when he got defeated, he lost his Second Additional Profession, "Absolute Sovereign", because the only way of having this, is by being Undefeated by any other member of your own Species.
—What about those who have Two Species?.
"—You really do a lot of questions!"; Says Q'Waray with interest and amusement, drinking a short sip from her bowl "—And you can't be an Absolute Sovereign if you are not a PURE BLOOD".
{That sucks}
—I know what you are thinking, and I felt the same way Trektör; However, is beyond worse for an actual "Absolute Sovereign", because for each "Union" with another Species, it is probable he lose the Profession without even fighting for it.
{That sounds very unfair; Not that life itself is fair, but this is like working your whole life and saving your money only to suffer from the a devaluation in the currency, losing 90% of what you have achieved without enjoying it, of course, if you are lucky enough, could be worse}
—Let's see if I got this right Q'Waray; If your Species has an Absolute Sovereign; Then, you and me have a baby, and I or Our descendant are more "Powerful", the Profession of the Absolute Sovereign is taken away from whoever has it?.
"—In this weird example, Yes Trektör"; Admits Q'Waray with her lips being more blue than before.
{This is similar to Dêrêlitzzê black lips!, is she ashamed, embarrassed or angered?}
—What if there are Two Absolute Sovereigns on different Species and happens an Union?.
—That is a strange question with a rare answer Trektör; Usually can be "Only One"; But, if the Absolute Sovereigns don't fight each other; There may be One of each Species in a single Superior or Supreme Civilization; But there are not many of those, usually a Superior Civilization goes full Xenophobic, like the "Ludbarian" or the "Åwllöûön".
—I hear about them thanks to the "Advisor" who attended me; This Ludbarian got wiped out from a Galaxy in a few weeks…
I feel a strong, dense and overwhelming presence approaching us, so I turn my head to my right, seeing a young man of three and a half meters of height.
He has a light burgundy skin, a perfect toned silhouette with defined muscles; And a purple hair so dark that you could mistake its tonality for Vanta Black.
That is if it weren't for his Zöhår of the darkest purple possible, shining evenly through each strand of his short hair.
The difference with his bright glowing lilac violet eyes is even more terrifying; If my eyes show a predatorial stance; This individual getting near us is undoubtedly a monstrous beast; Having three constricted pupils in each of his two eyes.
{He, has opposite thumbs like me, and five fingers, being seven digits on each hand}
Looking at his feet, they present an obvious distinction compared to mine; Since in my case the thumbs are larger than my other toes, while in this Individual, his toes are longer than his still thick thumbs.
"—What this Advisor told you is quite inaccurate"; Says stoically this Young Man walking slowly towards us; Picking up and dismantling with his right hand one of the ethereal traps that were erected by Marckza as his left hand does the same with a second trap created by Q'Waray.
"—We eliminate their presence in 7 Galaxies, the Ludbarian should have not attack others without provocation"; His voice is steady across the entire sentence; There is no glory or gloating, only stoicism and truth in his words.
"—This two are interesting"; Says the Young Man lifting the energetic traps on each hand and making them float in front of him, replicating the process to create this traps on his own.
Even if I am not that well versed with the Zöhår, I can say without a doubt that he has mixed the traps to make a better one.
At that very moment, this Young Man steps on the ground and sends out a Zöhår wave that force to levitate all the traps my Party companions set for our protection; Not only that, he alters each trap into this "Better Model" he just create, all of this in the span of a few seconds.
A new wave of Zöhår is sent by him towards us, just as Marckza did in the room, it is not an aggressive action, but conveys clearly the difference between him and all of us.
Our Identification Badges learn the "Frequency" of this Young Man, sending in return our own "Frequencies" without our permission.
{Is impressive this can be done omitting the physical contact, yet, is disturbing that no one can put any resistance; This feels like what I go through with the Black and White Female that threw me out of the platform in the Contact Chamber while contacting with the Mythstical Plane back in Aiottaralc}
The new traps are placed by him around us, enclosing us within the defensive perimeter we had established to protect ourselves.
—I send to your Identification Badges the blueprint to make this pitfalls you put around, I leave a few suggestions in case the lethality of this is insufficient or above what you need.
{This fast?!, That is achievable only with "Quelizt"!}
"—We appreciate the sudden gift"; I say to him flatly "—Can you introduce yourself and state the reason of your presence here?".
"—Of course"; He says with the same stoic attitude he showed before "—My Full Name is Marshack Reiker Bverxkka, Absolute Apex Of The Hûrngöth and Current Absolute Sovereign Of The Hûrngöth From Hûlfhednär Civilization".
—I understand that in my case, "Reiker" is my "Spark Name"; However, I kindly demand that all of you refer to me as "Bverxkka".
"—Well Bverxkka"; Says Marckza with caution "—What brings you here?".
He points to the container in which is the concoction prepared by Xoulsey and Nisha "—I came for that, if possible, I would like to be able to ingest a portion".
—Even so, your talk about Additional Professions, like the Absolute Sovereign and the repercussions of Unions between Species is fascinating; I am new in this topics, and as the Current Absolute Sovereign of my Civilization, I would like to hear more of your opinions".
{He is quite polite, stoic well mannered and focused; But at the same time it feels like he doesn't know how to interact with others, and me remarking this is not good, because I suck at these things too}
"—We weren't having a serious discussion"; I say lifting my bowl with the reddish beverage and offering it to Bverxkka.
He comes closer, take the bowl, and I can see a thick feline tail with three terminations growing behind him, employing this new limb to take a sit over himself.
{Now kind of want my own tail too, it looks pretty useful}
Bverxkka drinks the reddish liquid in a single sip, which leaves Xoulsey and Nisha a bit expectant.
"—W-Was of your liking B-Bverxkka?"; Says Xoulsey trying not to tremble on each word.
"—I don't like anything"; He responds and Xoulsey is in the verge of collapsing out from stress.
"—My apologies"; Immediately says Bverxkka before anyone can say another word "—I didn't express in a proper manner".
—I am incapable of perceiving Flavors, seeing Normal Colours, Smells, Sounds, Emotions and similar occurrences or situations, I understand their meanings but I can't "Like" the way any of you would determine or interpret this experience.
Xoulsey is at ease but still confused, I on the other hand "—I think I got this, Bverxkka, it was useful for you the meal?".
"—Indeed…"; Bverxkka seems somehow thoughtful in his stoic expression "—Should I call you Krïegdörn or Trektör?".
—I prefer Trektör.
—In that case Trektör, I find the meal extremly nutritious, fourth place of the most useful foods I have ingest in my short life.
Bverxkka deviates his sight slightly and is almost like if he would be observing something really far away from us.
"—My apologies"; He says with his stoic voice "—I have to take care of some insects, Thanks for the meal, I hope to be able to repay all of you and join you in another occasion, you have my Frequency, feel free to call or leave a message".
With this final words, Bverxkka hands me back the empty bowl and walks a few steps away from us; He envelops himself in a thick influx of Electrons, firing himself off like a projectile that easily exceeds hypersonic speed.