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Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 136: Wish
Chapter 136: Wish
[Velyrian’s Office.]
Knock!
Akamir stood outside the office after knocking on the door once.
For once, the door was closed and Akamir had to wait for anyone to open it.
"You sure it was a good idea?" Nayomi whispered, floating closely. "Leaving the place when Duke Darvin just died."
"It’s fine." Akamir said, without looking at her. "He has already named me as the next Duke, I see no reason to stay there."
"How cold." Nayomi said, though she didn’t mean it. "He was your father."
"He was not." Akamir said, glancing at her. "You heard him, don’t you?"
"...Still," she muttered. "He raised you."
"Not me." Akamir mumbled as he heard the door open. "He raised Asher."
A pair of eyes peeked out from the gap before the door was completely opened.
Milo looked at him before she sighed. "Come in."
Akamir nodded and walked inside the office.
It was still a mess like before, with scrolls stacked high on every desk, books opened and abandoned mid-page.
But what stood out the most was the half-finished staff on the desk.
Akamir quietly looked at the elf who sat in the wheelchair closely by the staff.
"Things didn’t go as planned, I presume." He said, taking his attention.
The sick elf looked at him and nodded reluctantly.
"I can’t bring it to harmonize with the soul." Velyrian whispered as Akamir stood close to him. "It’s... impossible."
Akamir didn’t speak right away.
He stepped closer to the desk, his eyes settling on the half-finished staff.
The core was exposed, empty, as Velyrian still hasn’t found one.
"It’s not impossible," Akamir said quietly. "Just... incomplete."
Velyrian let out a dry laugh, though it was more of a breath than a sound. "That’s what I thought, but it’s not working at all."
"Hmm."
Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Maybe your master can help with it?"
"He abandoned the project long ago." Velyrian said, with a tired sigh. "I don’t think he wants to continue it."
He raised his left hand—thin, almost skeletal now—and let a few sparks of light flicker at his fingertips.
"My master’s body and soul are really not compatible." He said, chuckling to himself. "I can’t believe he lived so long."
Akamir didn’t reply as he fell into deep thought to find a way.
’...A way to bind a soul, huh?’
His eyes glanced at Nayomi, who quickly noticed his gaze.
"It’s impossible for him." Nayomi said flatly. "I could do that because, I am me."
Even though it sounds narcissistic, Akamir knew she has the skills to back it up.
’I have been in this world for long enough to know the value of someone who can make Grade Zero Artifact.’
Akamir pulled a chair over and sat beside the desk, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the staff.
"You still want this to work?" he asked.
Velyrian gave a faint nod. "I don’t have many things left I want."
He leaned on the chair, still staring at the thing.
"Hey..." Velyrian whispered softly. "I have a theory."
"I am listening." Akamir said, glancing at him.
"What if we used the Ven core." He said, his gaze on the staff. "That thing can analyze—."
"Are you out of your mind?" Akamir frowned, his brows knitting together. "That thing is inside you, remember?"
"Wait, what?"
Milo, who had been keeping her silence, snapped.
"What do you mean, inside!?"
"It’s a long story, Milo." Velyrian said, looking back at his assistant. "I will explain everything to you."
"You aren’t doing that, alright." Akamir said, looking dead serious. "Your body can’t handle it."
Velyrian didn’t reply at first. His gaze lingered on the staff, as if searching for something.
"Akamir..." he said after a long pause, "I know my body is falling apart. I can feel it every time I try to move mana."
"I’m aware," Akamir replied calmly. "That’s why I’m telling you not to mess with the Ven core."
"Theoretically, I could use a part of the Ven core as a working core for the staff—."
"Are you fucking deaf?" Akamir snapped, glaring at him. "Did you not hear me?"
Velyrian smiled, leaning back on his wheelchair.
"Calm down." He said, his voice even. "I don’t love my master enough to do such a thing."
Akamir wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.
Saying anything more would only worsen the mood.
"Hey, boy." Velyrian whispered softly. "Would you join me... to visit my master?"
Akamir blinked.
"Your master?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why though?"
Velyrian gave a tired nod, his gaze drifting toward the staff again. "He would love to meet someone like you."
Akamir leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "You think he’ll teach me?"
"I don’t know," Velyrian admitted. "But we’ll never know until we meet him."
Milo looked between them, her expression uncertain. "Where is he now?"
"Outskirts of Aelwyn." Velyrian turned to her. "He lives in isolation. Has for decades."
Akamir frowned. "That’s deep into Elven territory."
"Yeah..." He said, his voice filled with nostalgia. "He doesn’t like socializing much."
Akamir gave him a nod as he stood up. "Tell me when so I can rearrange my schedule."
"....Sure." Velyrian said as Akamir walked towards the door. "Hey."
He looked back. "What?"
"My daughter." Velyrian said before he hesitated for a while. "...It’s nothing."
Akamir shrugged before he looked at Milo. "Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid."
Milo nodded with a tired smile. "I will."
Akamir walked out of the room as he began to descend the spiral staircase.
"You think it would work?" Nayomi asked, floating closely. "His plan to use the Ven core."
"He isn’t doing anything stupid like that." Akamir said, glaring at her. "That’s like a death wish."
"But still possible, don’t you think?"
Akamir didn’t answer right away.
"...That’s the problem," he finally said. "It is possible. That’s why I’m worried."
He was well aware of the nature of the Ven core.
How it adapts and learns things in its own way.
Akamir was sure that thing can help in reforming the staff.
But...
’I don’t like the Ven core one bit.’
He still remembers how that thing nearly killed him.
Akamir sighed as he walked out of the building.
There was nothing else for him to do in the academy, so he was going out.
But before he could, Akamir met with someone.
It was Inara.
The vice headmistress was walking back to her office when her eyes met with his.
She quickly rushed towards him and hugged him tightly.
"I was going to contact you." She whispered, rubbing his head. "I heard about Duke Darvin."
Akamir stood stiffly for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden embrace.
"I’m fine," he muttered, though his voice was a little quieter than usual.
Inara didn’t let go immediately. She gently pulled back, her hands still on his shoulders as she looked at him.
"You don’t have to act like it doesn’t matter," she said, her voice soft. "I know what kind of man he was, but... losing a parent still shakes something inside."
Akamir looked away. "He wasn’t my parent."
Inara frowned. "What?"
"It’s what I say." Akamir replied. "He wasn’t my father, and I have no idea who my mother is."
Inara didn’t argue further, she simply gave him a tired look.
"If you want, we can—."
"No." Akamir said, his voice firm. "We are not changing anything now."
Inara blinked before she nodded once. "Alright."
Akamir removed her hands from his shoulder as he walked past her.
"Bring everyone who supports you. We are going to have a meeting tonight."
Inara looked back at him. "And where are you going?"
Akamir glanced back. "To reach the blue core."
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