The rest of the travel is practically uneventful, chitchatting about meaningless subjects like the tight clothes of Itzxuria or the lack of self style from Citronella; Something that was mentioned over and over again by Carmorac, i would even say that he was selling his sister to me, but with no cash from my part, i suppose he is handing her for free.
{Maybe is his way of saying, "I really want you to be part of my Family"}
The speed of the vehicle is reduced as the whistle of the train alerts us of our arrival to our destination, The City of Knowledge, Clarattoia.
The sound alerts Itzxuria, waking her up and putting her face really close to mine.
However, she is not startled at all, on the contrary, she looks at me flirtatiously with her beautiful golden eyes, accompanied by a playful coquettish smile.
{Wow!, She really can't miss an opportunity to entice me, Barely being awake is not a factor detrimental to her attractiveness}
—Aren't you going to kiss me?.
—I already mention to you that i am "Chaste".
Her expression turns into confusion.
—What does that have to do with you not wanting to give me a kiss?.
—Hahaha, "Miss Sterious" Sirein, My friend Trektör wants an equal… , Let's Say, "Fight", for his first time, That includes kissing, or touching the other more intimately for the matter.
Carmorac intervention leaves Itzxuria speechless, her incredulous face is priceless, still, she manage to regain her composure as she whispers.
—I want to have that fight as soon as you are not completely clueless.
So I respond in kind.
—I'm already looking forward to it…
Observing a genuine smile from Itzxuria i fall into her charms; The absence of playfulness, flirting or sexiness enhance the bright shine in her eyes that emphasizes the glee of happiness she currently is portraying.
—Beautiful…
The word scapes my lips, even when it is not like i shy away from speaking my mind aloud.
—Care to help me with my luggage, Sir?.
—Jajaja, Of course…
Picking up my backpack and the suitcases of Itzxuria; We leave the train with the company of my friend and his sister, heading towards the parking lot of the Station.
{Now that I think about it, Itzxuria hasn't spoken to Carmorac or Citronella, Is there something I am not aware of?}
Once in the open a luxurious black car stops its motion in front of us; From it, a Mature Man of blue hair goes out of the copilot seat.
He has some gray hairs and wrinkles on the skin of his face that denote his moderately advanced age, something that is easily overlook by the lean frame he has with his formal attire, a dark grey Suit.
—Welcome to Karantana Young Master, Future Head Of The Clïegdren Family…
Said gracefully the Man, making a respectful bow towards Carmorac.
—Young Mistress…
His behavior towards Citronella is less attentive, almost as if he has to remember that she is present simply because she is standing next to Carmorac.
—My name is Hector, I would be honored to transport y… , both of you to the residence of your Family.
Carmorac's serious face can't occult his gritting teeth; Honestly, i am not entirely sure about what he's so mad, but this time, cracking a joke won't be enough to calm him down.
—I was very specific about not wanting "Anyone" to interrupt my reunion with my best friend and brother in arms You better have a real reason of why you are going against my order.
The chilling tone of my friend makes the man to tremble uncontrollably, but is on this moment that the passenger door is opened, revealing a "Mosaic" Man with blue eyes, hair and scarce beard with mustache.
—Uncle Tharión!.
Scream excited Citronella, brimming with emotions as she runs towards the Man in the car, tackle him down with extreme enthusiasm, which lifts her skirt and shows her underwear, a white garment adorned with pink lace.
—She may wear conservative clothes above, but she knows how to be an eye candy underneath the unnecessary fabric.
—True…
Itzxuria's words are quickly interpreted by Citronella, who blushes and adjusts her skirt with hastiness.
—Uncle Tharión…
Carmorac speak with firmness, showing an authoritative stance that remarks the severity of his words.
—From all the members of our family above 60 years of age, you are one of the few i still respect, "Do not make that change".
—My apologize Cadmus, I wanted to see my cute niece after exploring for four weeks the wild mountains surrounding the east of Karantana, I can let my niece in a place that is not entirely safe.
Silence permeates the atmosphere in the parking, to which my old friend excuses himself for not being able to spend more time catching up with me, getting into the vehicle and saying that we will see each other at the entrance exam or inside of The Shtra'Yon Combat Academy.
{That was weird, but with them out of the picture, i can inquire freely}
—Tell me Itzxuria, What is going on here?, You don't seem like the type of person who ignores others, and you where quite adamant about it.
She sighs apologetically.
—A branch of the Clïegdren Family invade a strategic point on Sirein territory; I am part of the "Flaremare Family", responsible for the security of the border and dealing occasionally with the foreign diplomacy; So they must think i would try to harm the descendants of the Current Head of their Family… ; If it weren't for your presence, they may had try to eliminate me; That "Uncle" was monstrously dangerous.
{Really?!, Could it be that I am unable to determine such threat because i am new with everything related to "Protocol"?, Or I am way too numb due to fighting in the Northern Front to perceive any danger from "Normal" people}
—I may not have interacted with Carmorac in about 23 years Itzxuria; But he is still the same person i met, he would never start a fight on his own, of course, that doesn't mean he wouldn't respond, and what i mean is that he just need a little bit of provocation to unleash his wrath.
—Is this how you two became friends?.
—Something like that…
I grin nostalgically at the thought of those simpler times.
—Laiara, his crush, ate my bread with hazelnut cream…
The "Are you serious?!" face of Itzxuria is incredibly erotic, I can't comprehend how she can exude so much sensuality just by existing.
—I know it seems dumb to fight for that, But we were Kids, plus, In the Orphanage, that was our greatest aspiration at dinner time, so when I complained to her, he defended the lady in distress…
—Oh, Poor you…
—Obviously!, I was in the right, so Carmorac and I, brawl as if our lives depend on it, and of course, in the end, I won… ; Nevertheless, another of the children that was there saw everything from the beginning, and fearing being injured by us, wait until we stop to tell us how everything truly had unfolded.
—You fight for nothing?.
—Pretty much, "Clonggy", He had eaten Laiara's bread, and she thought I was the one who ate her's because i was near, so she went and truly eat mine; After clearing up the misunderstanding, the three of us went after Clonggy, beating him up with some wooden clubs that we found, then, the four of us became friends and technically, a Family.
—Haha, You are really brazen, Would you use "Your Club" with the same intensity on me?.
—I don't use blunt weapons Itzxuria, and apparently, I am more of the type who goes through…
—Then you can go and penetrate me on any moment you desire to do so.
{What is she saying?, Oh!, I think we are talking about different subjects… , Still, "Penetrate" her, would count to increase the "Development" of my "Profession"?}
—Itzxuria, How do i obtain Development for my Professions?.
—Why the sudden change of topic, Sir?.
—Spiked up curiosity from your comment.
She looks at me intently for a second, something that feels oddly longer before she answers me.
—Anything related to your Profession can provide "Development", in some cases, is not too clear, "why"; But you can always check your "Log", In it, you can see what actions stimulate the Profesion you have.
{Interesting, Protocol hides a lot of information, good thing i can ask to others or go to the Library}
A woman wearing a tight blue dress approach us; She is a Sirein with blue skin, orange hair and a bratty attitude.
—We are waiting for you!, Make this hobo carry your luggage faster, I want to change into something more suitable to impress the Lîarnmûss Princes, there is no way the Nïech'Thern slut gets ahead of us… , Why are you motionless, Move on!.
This Bratty leaves as suddenly as she appeared, to which an exasperated Itzxuria apologizes for her compatriot while I deposit her luggage in the trunk of a pickup van.
Clearly holding back her urges, she waves a measured goodbye to me as her vehicle drives off.