Chapter 38: Tone It Down
"Alright, now that we're done, let's talk business."
Brother pointed his fork toward Reon. He sharply glared at him before speaking, "Our Papa wants to send Sorin to the Academy to supervise something. You help him join history class and help him with his self-defense, too."
"What..." Reon looked troubled. "You didn't know how busy I am already?"
"If you don't wanna help, should I go and send him there myself?" Brother asked, almost sounding like he was threatening him.
"No, I'll help," Reon grunted. "But why do I have to teach him self-defense too?"
"Why not? Isn't that what you're good at?" Brother asked sharply.
"Fine," Reon hissed reluctantly.
"Good. Now go. I have to go to see my baby," Brother said as he finished his meal.
Sorin couldn't even say a thing. He was driven away alongside Reon, and Brother locked the door behind them. Now that there were only the two of them left, things became awkward.
Reon sighed, turned to the door, and muttered, "He didn't even let me wash the dishes..."
Hearing the man's murmuring words, Sorin became conflicted once more. It seemed that this man's relationship with Brother was quite unique. Despite him being so arrogant with an unpleasant way of handling things, he might not be a bad guy?
"Fuck are you looking at?" he snarled at Sorin.
"This fucker..." Sorin raised both eyebrows.
Reon started walking. While Sorin followed him and Reon kept his silence, there was no other word that could describe their relationship as effectively as 'ceasefire'. Following the man through London street wasn't that difficult since their legs were the same length.
With both having dark hair and stoic faces, people might see that they were siblings. Moreover, the temperament written on their eyes was almost exactly the same.
The man turned to a small alley, and Sorin followed him. First, he was confused because the alley had nothing in it, and the end of it was just a brick wall. But seeing how Reon hadn't slowed down at all, Sorin followed him close.
There were less than two steps left before they crashed into the brick wall, but Reon didn't show him any sign of stopping. Until—
TAP!
Wind billowed. Both of their legs stopped walking right in front of the brick wall, and the particle of air that was following them crushed into the solid wall, creating a little chaotic force.
Reon grinned. "You have a good reflex, huh. Or were you hyper-focusing on following my every movement to the littlest spasm of muscle?"
"It's the latter," Sorin answered. He turned to the brick wall and started to touch it. "I thought this was some kind of a magical door or something. But you were actually testing me."
"Did you not understand the term 'polite'?" Reon asked.
Sorin gasped, sarcastically acting like he was shocked, "You too?"
"Why bother being polite when the people who truly deserve it wouldn't be mad even if I'm not being polite to them?" Sorin asked.
"Like who?" Reon narrowed his eyes.
And to answer him, Sorin sneered, "Definitely not you."
"You won't live long," Reon sneered back.
"That's actually unproven. Right now, I am both dead and alive," Sorin snorted to himself when he remembered Papa and Mama's words.
"So you actually have a circumstance, huh?" Reon's interested eyes stared at him.
"Who doesn't when you're born in this world?" Sorin shrugged.
"Fine. But tone it down in Haran. People like us might like to do whatever we feel like doing, but Haran is full of unreasonable people. They are young and full of schemes. Not to mention the politics between each creature and family... Actually, whose idea was it to send you to Haran?" the man asked.
"Originally, Papa was going to go himself. But he asked me to do it because something came up," Sorin answered truthfully.
"He sent you? Someone who doesn't even have the authority to hear the third's name?" the man mocked. "Whose names you can't hear either? How about the fifth and the sixth?"
"If it's Uncle and Aunty, I hadn't heard their names, too," Sorin said without much thought. It's not like he could get stronger in a single night. He wasn't that worried either since each and every Sovereign had their own apocalyptic power, including himself.
It was just that his power was more passive than active.
"So you can only hear Elara's name?" Reon scoffed.
"Why do you keep looking down on Elara and me? And how are you even able to hear Brother's name?" Sorin was still irritated, but he couldn't help but ask.
"How else?" Reon sneered. "You just need to get so strong until you can hear their names."
Hmm.
Probably, he was arrogant because he deserved it.
Sorin saw the man start to clench his fist. He pulled it up and swung it to the brick wall.
CRASH! RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!
As Reon's fist collided with the weathered brick at the alley's dead end in the bustling streets of London, an astonishing transformation unfolded. The brick wall, unable to withstand the force, crumbled into a cascade of debris.
But it wasn't just the wall that succumbed to the might of his punch. The very fabric of the narrow alleyway seemed to shudder, a domino effect of destruction beginning to race through its confines.
The adjacent buildings lining the alley began to groan and crack as though some unseen force was shattering their foundations. Dust and debris filled the air, creating a surreal, chaotic spectacle. The alley itself warped and twisted, its cobblestones fracturing and breaking free.
But the most astonishing revelation lay beyond this maelstrom of destruction. As the last remnants of the alley crumbled away, they revealed a profound and unexpected sight.
Within this mysterious domain, the imposing edifice of the Academy of the Ancient and Cursed, known as Haran, materialized. Its ancient spires and ivy-covered walls seemed to exist both in this realm and beyond it, as if straddling the boundaries of existence itself. The architecture, at once imposing and arcane, stood sentinel in the surreal landscape.
The skies above Haran were painted in otherworldly hues, shifting from ethereal blues to ominous purples. Eerie wisps of spectral fog drifted through the air, lending an aura of enchantment to the surroundings. It was a place of secrets, of ancient knowledge and hidden power, now laid bare by the extraordinary force of Reon's punch.
As the dust settled and the world around him transformed, Reon and Sorin stood at the precipice of a new reality, one where the ordinary rules of existence no longer applied.
"Do you still want to call yourself Smoke?" Reon asked.
"After thinking about it, Smoke was supposed to be my couple name with my Sugar. So you can call me whatever you like," Sorin said.
Reon scoffed. "Show off."
"How do others call us, the Sovereigns?" Sorin asked.
"A couple of titles," Reon answered. "But you gotta make a name for yourself."
Sorin smiled. "Interesting."
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