Saga of Atlantis-Chapter 112: [Activity Club] : Harmony Velvet Club.

"And, Eden," she turned back, looking at me, "how powerful really are you?"

"Do you want to know?" I asked as I removed my safety equipment.

"Come with me," she said after controlling her emotions.

Turning back, she moved towards the corner of the auditorium, and I followed her.

"Was that a bloodline ability?" She asked as soon as we arrived in an empty space.

"Nah, just plain mastery over spells and flames," I lied without batting an eye.

"Do you have any idea what you have just shown?" She whispered, trying not to draw more attention.

"Yeah," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "Flame manipulation."

"Are you an idiot, Eden?" She asked, glaring at me. "Why would you show something like that to everyone?"

"It’s not a big deal."

"You did something that even the teachers in the academy can’t do, and you think it’s not a big deal?"

"Some teachers can," I argued, but this made her glare intensify.

"They are all over forty years old, and you are only sixteen. There is a huge difference between this."

"Well, yeah," I replied, feeling a little odd. Is it only me, or is she worried about me?

"Take it seriously, Eden! Why did you show that to everyone just to win a small game?"

"And whose fault was that? And what if everyone does know about it? It’s not like I can hide it forever."

"The royal family is after you, Eden! The more you show your abilities, the more threa—" She shouted, glaring at me, but she immediately stopped when she realized she was defaming the royal family.

"You know about it?" I asked curiously.

"Everyone in the upper noble family can feel it; they are targeting you for some reason. Sophia even tried to clear the rumor around you, but she couldn’t because of them," she replied with a sigh.

"Wait! I thought she hated me for what I did to Grace," I asked, stopping her in the middle.

"She does hate you, Eden, but she did try to help you nonetheless," she replied, and I stood there in silence for a while.

In the game, Grace and Sophia hated me to the core.

Heck, Grace didn’t talk to Eden throughout the entire game story, and I only know about my relationship with her because of Eden’s memories that I inherited.

But things are different right now.

Grace was the first one to talk to me because of the three years that I was absent from their lives; things have changed quite a lot.

During these three years in the game, I did many worse things—beating people, doing drugs, and using my status as an heir to punish the commoners. I did all those things.

The most irritating thing that Eden from the game did was that he acted like a simp for Angelina.

He did everything she told him to do, be it at every party, ceremony, or noble event.

He roamed around Angelina like a dog.

And I could guess that every time Grace saw Eden of the game doing things like that, the love she had for him would have died little by little until she didn’t love him.

But those things didn’t happen here.

I was never present in these three years, changing everything.

And maybe, just maybe, Grace still has feelings for me.

"Anyway, Eden, this is a warning. Please don’t do something like this ever again. Hide your strength as much as you can," Geilna warned me as she walked away without listening to my reply.

"Nah, I am not gonna do that," I mumbled as I moved towards the place where Grace was sitting.

It’s not like I want to show off. It’s just that I want them to be wary of me.

After all, I can’t trust them; the royal family is the worst kind in this world.

And if I want the mastermind behind the royal family, I need them to focus on me.

"If you’re done showing off, we should go to the next club."

As soon as I arrived in front of her, Grace said as she stood up from her seat.

"I wasn’t showing off," I replied as I matched my pace with her.

"BRO! WAIT FOR FIVE MINUTES; I WILL COME WITH YOU!"

As I was moving with Grace, Berg shouted from the court, but I just ignored him.

"He is calling you," Grace said.

"Ignore him."

"BRO!"

"BRO!"

"You are the worst kind of person to be friends with," Grace commented as I kept ignoring Berg.

"Remind me again, how many friends do you have?" I asked, and the corners of her eyes twitched a little.

"Yeah, right, zero," I said with a smile, and this time she was seriously controlling herself to punch my face as her hands clenched into a fist.

"Which club are we going to visit now?" I asked as Grace kept ignoring me.

"..."

"Hello?"

"..."

"Stop ignoring me."

"....."

"Fine, don’t tell me," I replied as we both moved together without talking.

"Hmm?" I hummed as I looked at the crowd, which was gathered around, encircling, while muttering among themselves.

"Grace, what’s going on there?" I asked, pointing at the crowd.

"I don’t know, and I don’t care," she replied without looking there.

"Let’s go," I said, changing the direction.

"We don’t have all day, Eden," she grumbled, but still followed behind me.

"Who do you think you are?" I cringed a little when I heard this.

Looking around, I found Cardin trying to intimidate... Aron?

He stood his ground, and right behind him were Nora and Cassia.

’Ahhh, right, the game scene.’ It immediately clicked in my mind when I saw this scene. It was a fight between Cardin and Aron because Cassia collided with him by mistake.

"I just said we are sorry for bumping into you. Why are you so angry?" Aron replied, not backing down.

Wait a sec.

Was he always this brave?

’Didn’t he stutter while talking with Cardin in the game?’ I thought as I remembered what happened in the game.

Now that I think about it, his personality has also changed quite a lot in the last few days.

It didn’t feel natural.

"Are you people blind? You couldn’t see someone like me walking in front of you!" Cardin barked as he grabbed Aron’s collar.

"Look here, sir; I have already said... We are sorry.... Don’t try to fight me otherwise...."

"Otherwise what!" Cardin shouted, interrupting Aron in the middle.

"Let’s go, Eden." I was looking at the show, Grace said as she started to move back.

I looked back one more time as the brawl between them was just about to begin, but I just ignored it.

Things wouldn’t go out of hand as the student council members would be around the corner, and—

I looked around until I found Fatima with Emily; she was looking at the fight between his fiancé and Aron with interest.

I am pretty sure her mind right now would have been filled with ways she could use Aron against her finance.

That’s how things start between Fatima and Aron.

"Ahhh, fuck." I mumbled as my eyes met with Fatima; she waved towards us, and with Emily, she walked towards us.

"Hello Grace." Fatima waved towards Grace and said, "It looks like you are back with your first love."

As Fatima finished her words, the air around us turned chilly.

I looked at Grace, and her mood was not looking good.

Her face was filled with resentment.

Without saying a word, she readied her spell to attack.

"What a pain."

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[Third Person POV: General]

In the dormitory of the first-year students, in a secluded corner, the door of a room clicked open as two people entered the room.

"It’s his room, right?" The one who entered the room asked, sharp blue eyes scanning the ordinary-looking space.

As he took a seat on a chair placed on the side, his golden blonde hair became evident.

"Yes, my lord, it is Eden Morton’s room." The one behind him replied with a bow.

Dressed in the attire of academy teachers, his demeanor reflected that of a servant toward his master.

"Hmm," the man acknowledged his words.

"M-my lord, was it important for the leader of the church to arrive himself? You could have asked anyone to come here—"

"Are you doubting my decision?" The blonde man interrupted him before he could finish.

The person in the teacher uniform immediately got down on the knees. "I-I apologize, my lord."

"Go back to your work." He ordered dismissing him.

"Y-yes m-my l-lord." Bowing again, the person moves out of the room.

The man sat quietly, his eyes gazing into the air as he remembered Eden’s face, and then his mind wandered back into the past, recalling the man who made him feel inferior no matter how strong he became.

"If he really is his son," he mumbled, leaning on the chair.

"He had to join us." The blonde man mumbled, closing his eyes, "I will make sure he does."