Chapter 497 - Young Hearts
In any case, with my day being left to me alone, I decided to train, but not in a way that would tire me a lot.
'It had been a while since I had focused on my bow.'
While I was not slacking off with my training, it was understandable that my focus was not on my bow or my daggers for a while.
Since I have been working on a more diversity of weapons, that was to be expected.
I made my way to the training grounds, the familiar scent of fresh grass and the faint hum of mana in the air welcoming me. The grounds were mostly empty, surprisingly, a rare occurrence that would not happen a lot.
'Well, not every trainee wants to train on Sunday.' I reminded myself as I grabbed one of the practice bows from the rack.
I set up a few targets at varying distances, but nothing too complex. Today wasn't about pushing my limits—it was about sharpening them. I took a deep breath, drawing the bowstring back smoothly.
The familiar tension in the string, the steadying of my breath, all felt natural, like a second skin.
Releasing the arrow, I watched it soar, hitting the target dead center. Satisfied, I continued the routine, each shot feeling more precise and more controlled.
I moved from one target to the next, my focus unwavering, letting my body and instincts take over.
The rhythm of it was calming, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, some things remained constant.
Indeed. My sharpshooting skills were even more polished now.
'Just like riding a bike,' I thought as the last arrow struck its mark.
'And the fact that I can now see beyond what my eyes do…..It is indeed a suitable thing for a marksman.'
The training that I had been doing with Reina was showing its effects instantly. In just a matter of seconds, I had shot all of the targets without missing any of them.
'Whether it is the fog or other things, as long as there is not a mana interference, I will be good for now.'
At the start, I was not able to understand why Reina had been doing my training all the time and why we were focusing on the Psion lines this much, but as we came to the later stages, I was able to understand it clearly.
It was the basic process of teaching me how to control the information. In a way, it was like the basics of [Martial Arts] techniques or any type of weapon arts.
If looked at from a simple perspective, in a way, it was teaching a student how to write numbers and make basic operations.
Without learning those, one would not be able to understand how to make complex operations in the same manner.
'It's not just what my eyes see,' I thought, focusing on the surroundings. My vision expanded, and I could sense the faint movements behind the walls of the training grounds. The subtle footsteps of people walking by, the shift of their weight as they moved—everything was laid out before me in a tapestry of energy and motion.
The air was filled with tiny currents of mana, each one a thread in the intricate web of reality that Reina had taught me to see.
What had once been invisible was now as clear as day. The way the man ebbed and flowed, creating patterns and disruptions, revealed so much more than I could have ever imagined.
'And light…' I mused as I focused on the way it interacted with the objects around me. Before, light was merely a source of illumination, but now I understand it as a carrier of information.
It could hide or reveal, depending on how one looked at it. With my enhanced vision, I could pierce through the illusions that light often cast, seeing what lay beyond the surface.
Even the smallest disturbances in the air, like the faintest sound waves, were now within my grasp. I could sense them, feel the vibrations as they traveled, and with concentration, I could start to decipher their meaning.
'Thought a bit overwhelming, I will get used to it eventually.'
I put the bow into the rack and then left the training grounds, making my way to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was quieter than usual, with only a few scattered groups of trainees and instructors enjoying their meals. It struck me that this would be my last dinner here for the time being. I had slightly grown accustomed to the routines, the faces, and even the meals—though most were designed more for function than flavor.
But tonight, I decided to treat myself. I approached the counter, ready to order something different, something that wasn't just about fueling my body but also about enjoying the experience.
"One herb-crusted lamb, please," I ordered, watching as the chef prepared the dish with care, a savory herb-crusted lamb with roasted vegetables. It was a far cry from the usual utilitarian meals I chose, but it felt right for the occasion.
The aroma of the herbs and roasting meat filled the air, promising a meal that would be both satisfying and delicious.
After a few minutes, my meal was ready, and I carried the plate over to an empty table by the window.
'It has been a while since I had eaten something tasty.'
Most of my meals for the past three weeks had consisted of ones that focused on function and ingredients rather than taste. That was not something I complained though, as it perfectly aligned with my goal.
But, to better appreciate the taste of everything, it is always important to keep your taste buds intact.
The first bite of the lamb was everything I had hoped for: tender, flavorful, and perfectly cooked. The herbs added a fragrant depth, while the roasted vegetables provided a hearty complement. It was a meal meant to be savored, and I did just that, letting each bite spread around my mouth.
As I savored the lamb, each bite a reminder of how far I had come, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning slightly, I saw Locke and his group—Jarrod, Malcolm, and Finn—approaching my table. It had been over two weeks since we last spoke, and their presence was a welcome surprise.
Locke was the first to speak, a friendly grin on his face. "Mind if we join you, Astron?"
I gestured to the empty seats around the table. "Not at all. Have a seat."
They all sat down, their expressions a mix of excitement and something else—curiosity, perhaps. It didn't take long to figure out why they had sought me out.
"We heard you're being sent on a mission," Malcolm said, leaning forward. "Leaving the facility tomorrow, right?"
I nodded, taking a sip of water. "That's right."
Jarrod, always the most straightforward of the group, cut to the chase. "So, what's the mission about? Can you tell us anything?"
It was understandable that they were curious. After all, once they finish training here, they will also be sent to the missions.
'Hmm…it is better to not reveal too much.'
I chose my words carefully. "I can't go into too much detail, but it's a reconnaissance mission. There have been some unusual activities in a nearby city, and they need someone to investigate and report back."
Finn, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke up. "Sounds like a big responsibility. You must be excited."
It could not be said that I was excited. It was more of a chore at this point since I needed to show some results to satisfy the condition of having the remaining time for myself.
"Not really."
Jarrod, who had been observing me closely, narrowed his eyes. "You're lying."
I met his gaze evenly. "Do you think so?"
They all looked at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and frustration. Finally, Locke sighed and shook his head. "You really have a good poker face, Astron. We can't read you at all."
I shrugged slightly. "It's a very important skill."
Being able to control every bit of your expression and your body….It was something that I had taught myself first upon waking up.
Malcolm leaned forward, clearly eager to change the subject. "So, when does the academy start again?"
"There are three weeks left until the next semester begins," I replied, noticing how their eyes lit up at the mention of the academy.
"You must be excited about the academy, at least," Finn said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
This time, I couldn't help but reveal a slight…..smile…
"Indeed, I am."
They picked up on the shift in my demeanor, and it didn't go unnoticed.
My excitement for the academy was real, but it was driven by something deeper, something more intense.
'From now on…..Many of you will die there….'
It was more than just another semester this time…Since I am already expecting the story to become more and more intense and more events happening, that will mean there will be more chaos all across the place.
And the more chaos there is, the more opportunities there are that I can act on.
And the more hunt.
Malcolm, who had been watching me closely, suddenly frowned. "Uh, Astron… your expression just now looked really dangerous."
The others nodded in agreement, their initial excitement tempered by a hint of unease. They weren't used to seeing this side of me, and it showed in their wary glances.
I shrugged casually, brushing off their concern. "It's just your imagination."
But the truth was, they weren't entirely wrong. The academy was going to be a battlefield in its own right, and I was ready to face whatever came my way. The hunt was about to begin, and I was more than prepared for it.
Locke exchanged a glance with the others, then chuckled nervously. "If you say so, Astron."
They tried to laugh it off, but I could see the lingering caution in their eyes.
It was understandable; after all, these kids did not know me well.
And that was my intention.
'Instilling a slight sense of unease….These kids need to learn not to trust others' appearances.'
They are naïve, and if they remain one, they will not live too long.
'This should be my payment to you for putting in the effort to spend time with me.'
That was it.
Chapter 498 - Young Hearts (2)
The Heart of Ember, known as the Emberheart Chamber, was a place of legend, a sacred space deep within the heart of the Emberheart estate.
Carved from the very bedrock of the earth, the chamber was vast and cavernous, its walls lined with ancient runes that pulsed with the energy of generations past.
This was the place where the Emberhearts came to harness their fire, to forge their power in the crucible of their legacy.
Irina stood at the center of the chamber, her body enveloped in flames. But these were not ordinary flames—they were the living essence of the Emberheart lineage, each one a different color, each one representing a different facet of their power.
The air was thick with heat, the temperature far beyond what any normal human could endure, but for Irina, it was a familiar and welcome embrace.
The flames that surrounded her now were white, a rare and pure fire that few in her family had ever mastered.
'Fire of Ember.'
It flickered and danced around her, caressing her skin like a lover's touch, yet carrying an intensity that could incinerate anyone unworthy of its power.
Irina's eyes were closed, her expression one of deep concentration, but there was a faint furrow in her brows.
SHIVER!
Her body was shaking slightly as if to show that she was in pain.
Indeed….Her body trembled under the intense heat, her skin prickling as the white flames licked at her like a predator testing its prey.
The "Fire of Ember" was the pinnacle of the Emberheart Chamber, a fire so pure and potent that even the most seasoned Emberheart had to steel themselves to withstand it. But Irina was still young, her body and spirit not yet fully forged in the crucible of their lineage.
The pain was overwhelming, searing through her as if the flames were burning her from the inside out. Her muscles tightened involuntarily, with her teeth clenched as she fought to maintain her focus. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, the fire pushing her to her very limits.
'This is too much,' she thought, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind.
But she quickly quashed it. She had chosen to ascend to this level, though not directly; she was still aware of the decision that she had made at that time.
She also knew that this would be her punishment, knowing her mother – to test herself against the same flames that had tempered the greatest of her ancestors.
She would not back down now, now that she had made the decision.
From now on, she has refused to back down from any decision that she has made.
Even as the pain threatened to consume her, she could feel something else beneath the agony—a resistance, a strength that had been dormant within her. The blood of the Emberheart family flowed through her veins, born from fire and tempered in its heat.
That blood now reacted to the "Fire of Ember," responding to the challenge with a defiance that was as much a part of her as the flames themselves.
The white fire was relentless, unyielding in its intensity. It sought to burn her, to strip away the weak and the unworthy.
But Irina could feel her body pushing back, her skin toughening, her spirit hardening in response.
The fire was not just a force of destruction—it was a force of creation, forging her into something stronger.
'This is what it means to be an Emberheart,' she reminded herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to hold her ground. Even while she did not like the name or being responsible for the family since they were all forced, she still took it to heart.
The chamber was silent, save for the crackling of the flames and the sound of her labored breathing. But she could feel the presence of her ancestors, watching her, judging her.
Her body continued to burn, the fire searing through her, but she refused to give in. The pain was a crucible, and she would emerge from it stronger and more resilient.
She could feel her resistance to the flames growing with each passing moment, her body adapting to the heat, becoming one with the fire.
The white flames danced around her, testing her resolve and pushing her to her limits. But Irina was an Emberheart, and she would not be broken. The fire that sought to consume her would only serve to strengthen her.
CREAK!
Just as she thought about that, suddenly, she felt the door of the chamber opening.
The heavy stone door moved slowly, its weight echoing in the cavernous space. Irina's eyes flickered open, the intense concentration in her expression giving way to a flicker of recognition as she saw who had entered.
Esme, the person who made her feel complex emotions every time she saw her, stepped into the chamber with a tray in her hands.
The flames dimmed slightly as if acknowledging her presence, but they still flickered with intensity around Irina as if unwilling to fully relent.
On the tray, three items were meticulously arranged, each one crucial to Irina's recovery and continued endurance through the grueling process of the chamber's trials.
The first was a vial filled with a shimmering liquid, its surface iridescent and swirling with faintly glowing particles. This was [Aether's Elixir], a high-ranking concoction crafted by the finest alchemists under the Emberheart family's employ. It was specifically designed to accelerate the body's natural healing processes, allowing Irina to recover from the extreme damage inflicted by the fire.
The elixir was rare and precious, used only in the most demanding of trials.
Next to the vial was a small dish containing several dried leaves of [Crimson Sage], a rare herb known for its potent regenerative properties.
The herb was revered for its ability to mend damaged tissue and restore vitality, making it an essential component in Irina's recovery regimen.
The leaves had been carefully prepared to ensure maximum efficacy, their crimson hue a testament to their potency.
Finally, there was a small piece of [Emberroot], a gnarled, fiery-colored root that pulsed with a faint warmth.
The root was an ancient remedy passed down through the Emberheart lineage for generations. It was said to strengthen the body's connection to fire, enhancing resistance and bolstering the inner flame of those who consumed it.
Its bitter taste was well-known, but its effects were unparalleled, especially for one undergoing the intense trials of the Emberheart Chamber.
Esme approached Irina, her steps measured and calm despite the oppressive heat that filled the chamber.
She set the tray down on a small pedestal near Irina, her expression serene as she bowed her head slightly.
"Young Miss," Esme said, her voice soft yet firm. "It is time for your recovery."
Irina, her body still trembling from the strain of the white flames, nodded slowly. Even though she disliked getting help from Esme or others, she was not dumb enough to not understand this was crucial.
If before her pride would have prevented her from doing so, now she saw the world in a more pragmatic view.
The intense heat that had seared her skin and tested her resolve was still fresh in her mind, but she knew that she had to replenish her strength before continuing.
This was a process she had gone through every day for the past two weeks, a ritual that had become almost second nature despite the pain it involved.
At the same time, she could not help but feel a bit of excitement rising in her heart. The reason for that was….
"This is the seventh day, correct?"
"That is correct."
It was the small break time that she had.
That was something detrimental because if she were to stay in this place for more than a week constantly without getting out, her mana would be corrupted, and she would explode.
That is the limit of being in the presence of Fire of Ember. Only an Archmage could resist that state, and she was no Archmage.
Not yet.
She reached for the vial of Aether's Elixir, the cool glass a stark contrast to the searing heat that still clung to her skin. As she drank the shimmering liquid, she felt its soothing effects almost immediately. The burning sensation in her muscles began to ease, and the tension that had built up over the week slowly unwinded.
Next, she chewed on the bitter Crimson Sage, feeling its regenerative properties work through her system, restoring her energy and mending the microtears in her flesh.
Finally, she bit into the Emberroot, the warmth of the root spreading through her, reinforcing her connection to the flames she had been battling.
With her strength returning, Irina slowly stood up, the white flames around her dimming as if in acknowledgment of her renewed resolve. She gave Esme a nod of thanks before turning toward the exit of the chamber.
The door opened with a heavy creak, and Irina stepped out into the cooler, less oppressive air of the Emberheart mansion's lower halls. The contrast was striking—where the chamber was a crucible of heat and fire, the rest of the mansion offered a sanctuary of calm and quiet.
Irina walked slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the cooler temperature as she made her way through the winding corridors.
The walls were lined with tapestries depicting the history of the Emberheart family, a legacy of power and flame that she was now a part of.
Eventually, she emerged into the night air, the cool breeze a welcome relief after the intensity of the chamber.
The stars were scattered across the sky, twinkling like distant embers, and the moon cast a soft, silvery light over the estate.
Irina made her way to a small, secluded garden, a place she often retreated to when she needed time to herself.
The garden was lush and green, a stark contrast to the fiery trials she had just endured. She found a quiet spot beneath a large tree and sat down, leaning back against the trunk as she looked up at the night sky.
The exhaustion from the week began to catch up with her, her eyelids growing heavy as she stared at the stars.
She knew she needed to rest, to allow her body to fully recover before she returned to the chamber. But before she could drift off to sleep, her thoughts turned to someone else.
Reaching for her smartwatch, she opened the call section.
Since it was the promised hour, she was sure that he would answer the call.
The soft hum of her smartwatch filled the quiet night air as Irina initiated the call. She waited only a moment before his familiar voice came through, calm and steady as always.
–You're five minutes late today," Astron remarked. His tone was light, with a touch of amusement. "You must be tired."
Irina smiled despite herself, the fatigue in her body momentarily forgotten. Just hearing his voice seemed to soothe the lingering pain from her training. "I guess I am," she admitted, leaning back further against the tree. "But you'd be tired too if you spent the week bathing in flames."
–I would not be tired…..I would be burnt to death."
"Ahaha…..I guess that would be the case."
She laughed with a smile, looking at the stars.
She was refilling her quota.
Chapter 499 - Young Hearts (3)
In the place where the heart of the vast, ancient forest is located, a young woman stood in a lotus position.
The place was a sanctuary of natural energy, filled with the essence of life itself. Towering trees, their branches intertwined like a protective canopy, surrounded her, and the air was thick with the scent of earth, leaves, and the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers.
The sounds of nature—the rustling of leaves, the distant calls of birds, and the gentle flow of a nearby stream—created a serene symphony that accompanied her every movement.
The place seemed to be carefully chosen, a place where the natural energy was at its peak, allowing her to harness and refine her abilities.
The forest, though seemingly peaceful, was alive with hidden power, as if the place of nature itself.
As she continued to breathe deeply, her body remained calm and composed, a picture of serenity.
The animals of the forest, sensing her tranquil aura, wandered closer to her. Squirrels scampered through the branches above, curious deer grazed nearby, and even the smallest creatures—rabbits, birds, and insects—seemed to be drawn to her presence. They moved around her in a silent dance as if paying homage to the queen of the forest.
Her purple hair cascaded down to the ground, mingling with the soft earth and fallen leaves. Particles of nature's energy surrounded her, shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight. At this moment, she seemed like a queen of the forest, a being in perfect harmony with the natural world.
But as she meditated, a sudden shift occurred. Her normally blue eyes snapped open wide with alarm. In an instant, her calm aura shattered, and her eyes turned a deep, unnatural crimson.
Her aura, once gentle and motherly, shifted into something dark and menacing.
The animals around her reacted immediately. The deer bolted into the trees, the birds took flight, and the smaller creatures scattered in fear. The once harmonious connection she had with the forest was now tainted by the bloodthirsty energy radiating from her.
The two auras clashed violently within her. On one side, there was the soothing, nurturing energy of the forest—a reflection of her true self.
On the other, a dark, oppressive force, born from her vampiric nature, surged to the surface, demanding control.
Her body trembled as the opposing forces battled within her, the gentle aura struggling to reassert itself against the bloodthirsty one.
'Control it.'
The forest, once a place of refuge and peace, now seemed to shrink away from her as if recoiling from the darkness that threatened to consume her.
"Haaah….."
Maya closed her eyes, trying to regain control. Her breathing became shallow, her hands clenching tightly as she fought to suppress the dark energy.
'Control it.'
The two sides of her nature were in a fierce struggle, each vying for dominance. The peaceful, motherly aura called to her, urging her to remember her connection to life and the forest, while the darker, more primal side sought to drown out everything with its overwhelming power.
For what felt like an eternity, the struggle continued. The forest seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome.
Finally, with a monumental effort, Maya managed to push back the darkness. Her eyes slowly returned to their natural blue, and her aura began to calm.
The animals, sensing the return of her gentler nature, cautiously emerged from their hiding places, though they remained wary. The forest itself seemed to exhale, the tension easing as the balance was restored.
Maya took a deep breath, her body relaxing once more.
"Not good enough," Maya muttered, her voice tinged with frustration as she gazed at her surroundings. The forest, now calming down after her internal struggle, reflected the same tranquility she was trying to achieve within herself.
But it wasn't enough. The clash between her two natures was more intense than ever, and she knew that she needed to find a better way to control it.
Her thoughts drifted to the research she and Astron had been conducting together. They had spent countless hours poring over ancient texts and experimenting with different methods to help her maintain control over her evolving nature.
Astron, with his calm demeanor and sharp intellect, had been instrumental in guiding her through this journey.
He had suggested a theory that resonated with her: to control her vampiric urges, she needed to strengthen the other side of her nature—the human side.
Maya wasn't a complete vampire, but she was no longer a normal human either. Her evolution had been halted midway, leaving her in a state of limbo.
This incomplete transformation was the root of her struggles. The vampiric nature within her was powerful, overwhelming even, and without a strong enough counterbalance, it was constantly threatening to consume her.
Astron had theorized that by reinforcing her human traits, she could tip the scales back in her favor.
Her vampiric side, while potent, needed to be tempered with the strength of her human side….Though not that she was ever a complete human, to begin with.
But that is not important for the time being.
Only by finding this balance could she hope to gain full control over herself.
"Sigh…."
That was why she had been here from the moment she came to her home. She went to a secluded training in the best place where she knew she would improve herself.
'Nature.'
From the moment she was born, she was always someone with a good affinity for nature. She had always loved being in nature, and that was what kind of person she was.
Slowly, she rose from her lotus position, her movements graceful and deliberate. The animals that had been cautiously observing her began to relax, sensing the change in her aura.
The gentle, motherly presence that she had cultivated over the years began to reassert itself, pushing back the dark, bloodthirsty urges that had threatened to overwhelm her.
RUSTLE!
Maya extended her arms, palms facing upward, as she focused on drawing in the energy of the forest. The leaves rustled softly, and the earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with life.
She closed her eyes, visualizing the balance she sought—her naturistic side strong against the dark allure of her vampiric nature.
"Kyu?"
The soft, inquisitive sound made her open her eyes. There, just a few feet away, stood a small, cute creature—a [Lunaphen], an evolved inhabitant of the forest. The Lunaphen was a delicate, ethereal creature with soft fur that shimmered with a faint, silvery light.
Its large, luminous eyes looked up at her with curiosity, and its small wings fluttered gently as it approached.
A gentle smile spread across Maya's face as she crouched down to meet the Lunaphen. "Hello there," she whispered softly, extending her hand toward the creature.
The Lunaphen chirped again, its tiny voice filled with a sense of innocence and trust, and it nuzzled into her hand as she began to caress its soft fur.
The touch of the Lunaphen was comforting, its presence a reminder of the purity and gentleness that still existed within the forest—and within her. Maya stroked the creature with care, feeling a sense of calm and connection with the natural world.
It also reminded her of a certain Junior.
RUMBLE!
But then, the tranquility was interrupted by a sudden, loud grumble from her stomach. Startled, Maya blinked in surprise, realizing just how long she had been in the forest. Though she wasn't sure of the exact time, it was clear that it had been quite a while since she had last eaten.
The Lunaphen tilted its head as if it, too, was curious about the sound.
Maya chuckled softly, giving the creature one last gentle pat. "It seems I'm in need of a meal," she said with a smile. "But before I head home, there's something I need to take care of."
Since she was reminded of him, there was no other choice.
With a calm, practiced motion, she reached for the ring on her finger and called forth a blood bag from her storage. The small, sealed bag materialized in her hand, filled with the rich, crimson liquid that had become a necessity in her life.
Maya hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes lingering on the blood bag. The sight of it brought back the familiar pang of hunger, the dark cravings that were never far from the surface.
But she had learned to embrace that as her own nature. At this point, there was no need to reject them as he also said that would cause more harm than anything.
She brought the bag to her lips and bit into it, her fangs easily piercing the seal. The blood flowed into her mouth, warm and invigorating, and she closed her eyes as she slowly sucked the blood, reveling in its taste. The Lunaphen watched curiously, its luminous eyes wide as it observed her with innocent wonder.
Maya felt the warmth of the blood spread through her body, quelling the hunger that had been growing within her. The familiar taste was both comforting and necessary, a reminder of the duality she carried within her—one that she was learning to balance step by step.
Once she had taken enough to satisfy her immediate need, she removed the bag and carefully sealed it again. Her eyes, now back to their usual blue, softened as she looked at the Lunaphen. "Thank you for keeping me company," she whispered, giving the creature a final pat on its head.
The Lunaphen chirped in response, its wings fluttering as it hopped closer to her, nuzzling her hand one last time before it scurried back into the forest.
With a deep breath, Maya stood up, feeling a renewed sense of strength and calm. The forest had given her much during her time there, but now it was time to return home. She was ready to face the challenges ahead, stronger and more balanced than before.
With a final glance at the tranquil surroundings, Maya returned to her home.
As Maya approached the entrance of her home, a line of maids stood waiting, perfectly poised with heads slightly bowed in respect. At the front of the line, Alfred, the ever-dutiful butler, stepped forward.
"My Lady, you have returned," the maids said in unison, their voices soft and reverent.
Maya nodded gracefully, acknowledging their greeting with a serene smile. "Yes, I have."
Alfred, ever attentive, took a step closer and spoke with his usual composed demeanor. "Welcome back, My Lady. Your bath has been prepared, and a meal awaits you in the dining room."
"Thank you, Alfred," Maya replied, her voice warm and appreciative.
The thought of a relaxing bath and a hearty meal was exactly what she needed after her time in the forest.
As she was about to enter her home, Alfred presented her with a sleek smartwatch, its screen illuminated with a notification. "Before you proceed, My Lady, someone has attempted to contact you. The call came in while you were in the forest."
Maya's breath quickened for a moment, but then she composed herself in the last second. "Who was it?"
"The caller is recorded as Junior, and they left a message."
"Ah…."
As expected, he would not leave her uncontacted like that.
Chapter 500 - Young Hearts (4)
"Who was it?"
Alfred, ever efficient, responded, "The caller is recorded as Junior, and they left a message."
"Ah…" Maya murmured, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. As expected, Astron wouldn't leave her uncontacted for too long.
However, Maya was acutely aware of the many eyes that were constantly on her. The maids, the staff, and even Alfred, though loyal, were all observant.
It wouldn't do to show too much interest or excitement, not when so many were watching. She needed to maintain her composure and handle things with the grace expected of her.
"Thank you, Alfred," she said, her voice steady and controlled. "I'll attend to that later."
There was no need to rush; she had other matters to attend to first.
Maya entered her home, and the familiar and comforting surroundings welcomed her as she made her way to the dining room. The table was set elegantly, and a sumptuous meal awaited her, as Alfred had promised.
She sat down and allowed herself a moment of peace as she enjoyed the meal. The flavors were rich, the textures delicate—everything had been prepared to perfection. Yet, despite the delicious food, her thoughts occasionally drifted to the message left by Astron. She wondered what he wanted to say, but she remained patient, focusing on the present.
Once her meal was finished, Maya gracefully rose from the table and made her way to her private quarters. The bath was prepared just as she liked it, warm with the scent of lavender filling the air. She slipped into the bath, letting the warmth seep into her muscles, relaxing her body from the strain of her recent training.
The tension she had carried melted away in the soothing water, and she allowed herself to sink into the moment, letting the bath do its work. Her thoughts became clearer, and she finally had the chance to grab the smartwatch.
She grabbed it and saw that there was indeed a call from Aher Junior as well as a message.
As the message played, Maya listened intently, her expression carefully neutral, though her eyes flickered with a hint of anticipation. The recording was brief, efficient, and to the point—just like Astron.
"—Senior Maya, it's your Junior, Astron. I'm in the middle of some secluded training, so if you can't reach me, that's why. I just wanted to let you know that things are going well, and I'm making progress. Take care and stay safe."
The message ended, leaving a silence that felt heavier than Maya had anticipated. She stared at the smartwatch for a moment, processing what she had heard. The message, while informative, was distant. There was no warmth, no personal touch, just a simple update on his status and a brief well-wishing.
It had been two weeks since the message was left, and despite the efficiency of his words, Maya couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She had hoped for something more, something that felt a bit more candid and heartfelt.
Her expectations had been higher, even if she hadn't fully realized it until now. Perhaps she had wanted to hear a hint of concern for her well-being or maybe a small personal note that would break through the formality that seemed to shroud Astron in his every interaction.
But no, this was Astron—reserved, focused, always keeping a certain distance even when he seemed close. He was secretive.
It was one of the things that drew her to him, his enigmatic nature, but at the same time, it was also what frustrated her the most.
With a soft sigh, Maya leaned back in the tub, letting the warmth of the water envelop her once more. The message replayed in her mind, and she found herself wishing there had been more to it.
'Is that all you have to say, Junior? Just a progress report?' she thought to herself, a small frown creasing her brow.
Maya's fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the bathtub as the cold realization set in—she was angry. Not just disappointed but genuinely frustrated. The cold, distant tone of Astron's message had stirred something in her that she couldn't quite shake off.
'How can you be so detached, Junior? After everything we've been through, is that all I am to you? Just another person you give status updates to?' she thought, her thoughts turning darker with each passing moment.
Unable to let it go, she made a decision. She would call him. She needed to hear his voice again, to see if maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than this constant, infuriating distance.
With a determined resolve, Maya reached for her smartwatch. She tapped the screen, initiating the call to Astron. As she waited, the seconds seemed to stretch into eternity. Her breath quickened slightly, anticipation mixed with a trace of anxiety.
But then, an automated response interrupted her thoughts. "The number you are trying to reach is currently on another call."
The words echoed in her ears, each syllable a sharp jab at her already fragile composure. He was on another call with someone else.
For a brief moment, Maya's heart sank. A pang of something dark and unfamiliar twisted in her chest. Was it jealousy? Anger? She couldn't tell, but whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. The idea that Astron was talking to someone else, perhaps giving them the attention she had hoped for, ignited a fire within her.
Her eyes narrowed, a cold glint replacing the softness that had been there just moments ago. She didn't know who he was speaking to, but the fact that he was prioritizing someone else over her—now—was something she found herself unwilling to tolerate.
'Who are you talking to, Junior?' she wondered, her thoughts turning colder and more calculating. 'Why are you avoiding me?'
And naturally, her thoughts turned into something wrong and dark at that exact second.
She wasn't used to feeling this way—possessive, almost territorial—but she couldn't deny the surge of emotions that flooded her.
So, she waited.
**********
On the other side, Astron and Irina were talking.
"How's your training going?" she asked, her voice softer now, carrying a hint of concern. "Any progress?"
There was a brief pause on the other end as if Astron was considering his words carefully. –"I've almost finished," he replied. "Tomorrow, I'll be sent on a mission."
"A mission?" Irina's heart skipped a beat, worry creeping into her voice.
–"Yes, just a routine assignment," Astron confirmed, his tone steady but with a hint of something that Irina couldn't quite place. "Nothing to worry about."
She wanted to press him for details, to know exactly what he was getting himself into, but she knew better. There were things he couldn't share, things that were part of his world—the world he was immersed in. Pushing him wouldn't get her anywhere.
"Be careful," she said instead, her voice carrying more weight than she intended. "Just… come back in one piece, okay?"
–"You….Do you think we are filming a drama right now? What is with just coming back in one piece? I am not going to war."
"You!" To that, Irina felt furious. The fact she said something like that because she was concerned….Now, she felt like an idiot. "Humph…..It is my fault for worrying about you."
–"It is," Astron retorted smoothly. –"I can take care of myself, you know. I've been doing it for quite some time now."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying!" Irina shot back, crossing her arms even though he couldn't see her. "You're impossible."
–"And yet, you still call me ever," Astron said, the amusement clear in his voice. –"Who's the impossible one now?"
Irina huffed, trying to hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "That's only because I have to make sure you haven't gotten yourself into trouble. Knowing you, it's only a matter of time before you do."
–"That is coming from you? You are the one who got herself in trouble during times of trouble."
"I did not get myself into trouble knowingly. But you are different. You do it intentionally all the time."
–"Maybe, but I haven't yet," he replied confidently. –"And when I do, I'm sure you'll be there to lecture me about it afterward."
"You bet I will," she said, unable to suppress a grin. "You'll never hear the end of it."
–"I'm counting on it," Astron teased. –"It gives you something to look forward to, doesn't it?"
Irina rolled her eyes, though the warmth in her chest was undeniable. "You really are the worst, you know that?"
–"So I've been told," he responded with a chuckle. –"But I don't see you giving up on me yet."
"Don't push your luck," she warned, though the affection in her voice was unmistakable. "I'm only tolerating you because... well, I guess I like having someone to argue with."
–"Likewise," he replied, the amusement still evident. –"It's good for the soul."
"Good for the soul?" she repeated incredulously. "Where do you even come up with this stuff?"
–"Who knows?" Astron said, a hint of mystery in his voice. –"Maybe it's a talent."
"Bastard….You are always talented at useless things."
–"Heh…."
Irina's heart skipped a beat as she heard that familiar short laugh from Astron. The sound triggered a flood of memories, transporting her back to that time when she had first seen him smile under the moonlight. It was such a rare sight, and every time it happened, it felt like a small treasure she wanted to hold onto.
But before she could fully sink into that memory, Astron's voice cut through her thoughts.
–"Someone's calling me," he said, his tone slightly more serious now.
Irina frowned slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Who is it?"
There was a brief pause before he replied, –"Senior Maya."
Irina's eyes narrowed at the mention of Maya. The name instantly brought back a certain scene to her mind, one that she would rather not think about. She had seen Maya with Astron before, and while she tried to dismiss it as nothing, the unease it brought always lingered.
Astron, oblivious to her sudden change in mood, continued, –"We should probably stop for today. I'll talk to you later."
But Irina wasn't ready to end the conversation, especially not now. The thought of him going off to speak with Maya right after talking to her sent a spike of irritation through her.
"Wait," she said, trying to keep her tone light but failing to hide the edge in her voice. "We're not done yet."
–"Why?" Astron asked, his tone curious but calm.
Irina felt a pang of panic. She didn't want to admit the real reason—that she didn't want him to talk to Maya—but she also couldn't find a good reason to keep him on the line. Her mind raced, searching for something, anything, to say that would make sense and not come off as needy or jealous.
But nothing came to mind.
There was a moment of silence, and she could almost feel Astron waiting for her response, his patience somehow making the situation even worse.
So, she did what she always did.
Forcing her way.
"You must continue to talk to me."
–"Why?"
"Just because."
–"What kind of reason is that?"
"I don't care. You are not allowed to end the call."
–"You…..You are jealous, aren't you?"
Chapter 501 - Young Hearts (5)
–"You…..You are jealous, aren't you?"
Jealousy. It was indeed a word that would trigger many people.
Why was that?
Was it because of the fact that admitting that one was jealous would show that they were on the losing side?
Would it hurt their pride?
–"You…..You are jealous, aren't you?"
The moment Irina heard about this, she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment at his accusation. "I'm not jealous!" she shot back, her voice a little too sharp to be convincing.
And that was something that would never go past that guy's eyes. He would always find out about things like that too easily, just like how it was right now.
–"Then what are you doing right now?" Astron asked his tone calm but with that ever-present hint of amusement. –"Because it sure sounds like jealousy to me."
Irina huffed, crossing her arms even though he couldn't see her. "I just want to talk to you a little longer, that's all," she said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
–"You do realize you'll have an entire week with me soon, right?" Astron pointed out. –"Shouldn't you stop being so greedy?"
Irina bit her lip, her frustration bubbling up again. He was right, of course, but that didn't make it any easier. The idea of waiting felt unbearable, especially when she knew he'd be spending time with Maya in the meantime.
Because she did not forget what she had seen at that time. The way how she had pushed her fangs onto his neck, the expression she made.
Astron may not be like her, but Maya was different. Irina knew what she had seen there and what kind of thoughts Maya had.
That was why it was harder for her to just let him go.
Irina tried to muster her strength, determined not to let him have the last word. "I'm not being greedy," she insisted, her voice firm. "I've been spending my time in the fire, pushing myself to my limits, and this is one of the few times I can actually rest."
There was a brief pause, and then Astron's voice came through, softer this time. –"That's true. You are working hard. I know that."
Irina felt a small smile tug at her lips, thinking she had finally convinced him to stay on the call a little longer. But before she could get too comfortable, he continued.
–"But that's exactly why you need to rest. I enjoy talking to you like this, Irina, but you shouldn't forget your priorities. Just to talk, you shouldn't throw away your chance to recover and prepare for the week ahead. Resting is important, too."
Irina frowned, feeling the sting of his words. "You're the one saying that?" she retorted, her voice tinged with disbelief. "The person who trains relentlessly, pushing himself beyond the brink without ever taking a break? And you're telling me to rest?"
Astron didn't respond immediately, and when he did, his tone was calm and resolute. –"Exactly because I know how it feels; I'm telling you to stop. You shouldn't push yourself the way I do. It's not worth it."
Irina was left speechless for a moment, the weight of his words settling over her. There was a sincerity in his voice, a concern that she hadn't expected.
Despite his teasing and his stubbornness, there was a part of him that genuinely cared for her well-being, and that realization both warmed her heart and made her feel a little guilty.
And that guy….she knew why he was training that hard.
It was most likely to forget about that time.
'Really….Now, how can I retort you?'
She sighed, finally relenting. "Fine. But don't think I'm doing this because you're right."
–"Of course not," Astron replied, the amusement returning to his voice. –"You're doing it because you're smart enough to know when to listen to good advice."
Irina couldn't help but smile at that, shaking her head. "Goodnight, Astron."
–"Goodnight, Irina. Rest well."
As the call ended, Irina stared at the stars for a moment longer, the echo of his voice lingering in her mind. She hated to admit it, but he was right. She needed to rest to be ready for the challenges ahead.
But that didn't make the waiting any easier.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion take over as she drifted into a much-needed sleep, thoughts of Astron still lingering in the corners of her mind.
*******
Maya's gaze remained fixed on the smartwatch, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. The seconds ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. The warmth of the bath, once comforting, now felt almost suffocating as she waited for the call to end.
Her mind was racing, filled with thoughts of what she would say, how she would confront him about the cold distance he seemed to maintain.
Then, just as she was about to lose patience, her smartwatch vibrated softly, the screen lighting up with a notification.
Caller: Junior
Her heart skipped a beat, and without a moment's hesitation, she accepted the call. The screen flickered as the connection was made, and then she heard his voice—calm, steady, and frustratingly composed.
"Senior Maya," Astron's voice came through, as usual, devoid of unnecessary emotion. "I'm sorry I missed your call. I was on another line."
Maya's grip on the edge of the tub tightened slightly, but she kept her voice even, hiding the tumultuous emotions swirling inside her. "It's alright, Junior," she replied, her tone softer than she felt. "I wanted to check in on you. I received your message, but I needed to hear your voice."
There was a brief pause on the other end as if Astron was processing her words. "I appreciate your concern, Senior. I'm doing well and progressing in my training. How have you been?"
Maya's eyes narrowed slightly at the question. He was deflecting, turning the focus back on her. She resisted the urge to let her irritation show. "I've been fine, Junior," she replied, her voice taking on a more pointed edge.
"But I was hoping for more than just a progress report. You've been distant lately, and I wanted to know why."
"Distant? What do you mean, Senior?" Astron's voice carried a hint of genuine confusion, and Maya could almost picture his brow furrowing on the other end of the line.
Maya took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. "What I mean is… was that all you wanted to say in the voice message you left for me? It felt like you were just giving me a progress report like I'm some instructor you're reporting to."
There was a moment of silence, long enough for Maya to feel the tension building in her chest. Then, she heard Astron cough softly as if gathering his thoughts. "I… well, it was my first time leaving a voice message, Senior. If it came off as curt, I'm sorry. I thought it would be better to talk on the phone directly."
Maya blinked, her irritation softening as she processed his words. It was easy to forget that not everyone was as comfortable with certain forms of communication. Astron's reserved nature, coupled with the novelty of leaving a voice message, made his response understandable.
Her grip on the tub's edge relaxed slightly as she let out a small sigh. "I suppose that makes sense," she admitted, a bit of the tension easing from her voice. "I don't leave voice messages either, so I can understand how it might feel awkward."
Astron's tone was apologetic though still tinged with his characteristic calmness. "I didn't mean to come across as distant, Senior. I guess I'm just not used to this… kind of thing."
"I see…." Maya mumbled.
"But, Senior. How is your training going? Are you able to control it a little bit better now?"
Maya paused, the question hanging in the air as she considered how to answer. The gentle warmth of the bath water enveloped her, but the tension in her chest hadn't fully dissipated. She knew Astron's inquiry was genuine, a sign of his concern, yet her thoughts kept circling back to the nagging curiosity about his previous call.
After a brief silence, she began, "The training has been… challenging. The forest is rich with natural energy, so it's been helping me focus on balancing my two sides. But it's not easy. Sometimes, it feels like the darkness inside me is just waiting for the slightest slip to take over."
She sighed softly, running her fingers through the water as if the motion could soothe her inner turmoil. "I've been trying different methods, combining what we researched, but it's slow progress. I can feel myself getting stronger, more in control, but there are moments when it's… difficult."
Astron listened intently, his presence on the other end of the line steady and reassuring. "You're doing well, Senior. This kind of control takes time. The fact that you're progressing at all is a good sign."
Maya smiled faintly at his encouragement, but the unease in her heart remained. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she wasn't addressing, something that gnawed at the back of her mind. She wanted to ask about his previous call and to know who he had been speaking with, but she hesitated.
It felt intrusive, almost as if she would be crossing a line she wasn't sure she had the right to cross.
But the curiosity was persistent, a quiet voice that refused to be silenced. Maya took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, trying to find a way to broach the subject without sounding accusatory or insecure.
"So, Junior," she began cautiously, her voice careful and measured, "earlier, you mentioned you were on another call. Was it… anything important?" She tried to keep her tone light as if the question was asked out of casual interest rather than the deep-seated curiosity she truly felt.
"It was just a conversation with someone from the academy," he replied, his voice calm without giving anything away.
"Someone from the academy?"
"Yeah. We were just adjusting the training schedules."
Maya's heart skipped a beat as she listened to Astron's response, trying to pick up on any subtle clues in his tone, but he remained as composed as ever. She knew he wasn't one to give away much, but her curiosity had already latched onto the idea that there was more to this conversation than he was letting on.
"Is it someone I know?" she asked, keeping her voice light. "I'd love to help as well, especially if she's your friend."
Astron hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Maya caught it. "It was Irina," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact.
Maya's mind raced as she processed the name. "Irina Emberheart?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and something else she couldn't quite place.
'The fiery red-haired girl from the academy? The one I… saved and… well, attacked at the same time?'
She thought. And then remembered something.
'Don't tell me.'
That girl.
The expression she made when she was leaving at that time. It was an expression that she could not quite make sense.
But now that she looked at her reflection in the bathtub, she could see that she was making the same expression.
'.....'
She did not say anything for a while, looking at her reflection.
If that was indeed the case, that meant danger.
The danger of losing him.
The danger of him being taken away.
"Senior?"
And she could not live with that fact.
Chapter 502 - Young Hearts (6)
"Senior?" Astron's voice came through the phone, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Maya took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep her voice steady. "Sorry, Junior. I was just… thinking," she replied, trying to sound composed.
"Is everything all right?" Astron asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
"Yes," she said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "I'm just… tired from the training. But I'm fine."
But she wasn't fine. Not really. The fear of losing Astron to someone else, especially someone like Irina, gnawed at her, making her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn't experienced before. She had always prided herself on being strong, composed, and in control, but this was different. This was a matter of the heart, and it terrified her.
'He's mine,' she thought fiercely, a surge of possessiveness rising within her. 'I can't let anyone take him from me. Not Irina, not anyone.'
She knew it wasn't fair to think this way, but emotions weren't always fair. The connection she felt with Astron was special and unique, and she wasn't about to let anyone come between them.
She had to find a way to secure her place in his life, to make sure he saw her as more than just a senior, more than just a mentor.
She had already confirmed her feelings, but when it came to things regarding relationships like this, she was still immature.
After all, with her unique condition, she was not able to have any relationship with any other man before, and that still did not change.
And it was not like she had any reason to do so since she had never gotten into such a situation before.
"You are tired of your training, huh? You must not push yourself too hard."
"Don't worry, I am not pushing myself."
"That is good. As we talked before, if you tire yourself too hard, your vampiric tendencies will be harder to suppress."
"I know, I know," Maya said.
As she leaned back in the tub, her mind was racing with thoughts of how to secure her place in Astron's life.
She knew that being physically present around him would be the most effective way to deepen their bond, to ensure that she wasn't just another senior or mentor to him.
"When will you finish your training?" she asked, trying to sound casual but unable to fully mask the underlying eagerness in her voice.
Astron's response was as measured as ever. "My training is almost complete, Senior. But I need to take care of a few things during the remaining break."
Maya sensed an opportunity. This was her chance to intertwine their lives more closely, in a way that felt both natural and significant. She leaned forward slightly, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she spoke into the phone.
"I see," she said, her tone thoughtful. "But, Junior, do you need any help?"
"Help?" Astron echoed, a hint of surprise evident in his usually steady voice.
"Yep," Maya confirmed, her smile widening just a fraction. She could almost picture the slight arch of his brow on the other end, his mind processing her unexpected offer. Memories of their past interactions flashed through her mind, reminding her of the patterns she had observed in him over time.
Astron had a principle he lived by—a steadfast rule that guided his interactions. He always believed in balancing the scales, repaying in kind whatever he received. Acts of kindness were met with equal generosity, and he held a deep respect for the wishes of others, especially when they aligned with his own moral compass.
Drawing on this knowledge, Maya continued smoothly, "After all, you've been helping me all this time. It's only fair that I repay you."
There was a brief pause before Astron responded, his tone measured. "That's not necessary, Senior. You've already done more than enough."
Maya's eyes gleamed with determination as she leaned back against the cool porcelain of the tub, refusing to relent. "No, I don't think so, Junior. The support and guidance you've given me have been invaluable. I feel like I owe you, and I want to make sure I balance things out."
A soft sigh filtered through the speaker, and Maya could almost feel the slight shift in his demeanor. "If you insist," he conceded finally, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. "I wouldn't want to disregard your feelings on the matter."
"Great!" Maya replied brightly, satisfaction evident in her tone. "Just let me know how I can assist you, and I'll make the necessary arrangements."
There was a momentary silence, a pause that seemed to stretch just a bit longer than usual. Then, Astron's voice came through, tinged with a subtle curiosity. "Senior, your family… it's not simple, is it?"
Maya's lips curved into a knowing smile, intrigue sparking in her eyes. This was an unexpected turn in the conversation but one she found intriguing. "What makes you say that?" she asked, her voice smooth and inviting.
"I've noticed certain things," Astron replied, his tone as composed as ever. "For instance, not many families have the resources or capabilities to procure something like 'Starbloom Essence' so readily, let alone cultivate it themselves."
"Really? I thought everyone had that at home."
"…..You really….." Astron said with a sigh. "Well, this alone shows that your family is not normal. Aside from that, the fact that you are able to retain your position as the top student in the sophomore year while there are many students of high-ranking families without getting pressured yourself alone shows that you also must have a backing."
Maya chuckled softly, a melodic sound that echoed lightly in the steamy confines of the bathroom. "You're quite perceptive, as always," she remarked. "Yes, my family isn't exactly ordinary. We prefer to stay out of the public eye and avoid entanglements with the central families, but we hold our own influence where it counts."
"I suspected as much," Astron responded thoughtfully. "The ease with which you provided the essence indicated a level of resourcefulness and access that's quite rare."
Maya's eyes softened as she considered his words, a sense of pride welling up within her.
Her family had always valued discretion and autonomy, choosing to operate silently rather than bask in the limelight.
Well, it was not that they loved staying in the shadows. But there was a reason for everything.
"Next time, I should look at the normal people a little bit more, then."
Astron nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer for the moment. "That would be better," he said thoughtfully. Then, after a brief pause, he continued, "Your family… do they have any connections with a family named 'Cox'?"
Maya's expression shifted slightly as she thought back to the connections her family had. The Cox family was indeed a name she was familiar with—one of the smaller, though respectable, families in the area near where her own family operated. They had some business ties but nothing particularly noteworthy from her perspective.
"Yes, I know of them," Maya replied, her tone more contemplative. "The Cox family is connected to us through some business dealings, though nothing major. They're a respectable family, but not one that commands significant influence compared to others we work with."
Astron seemed to weigh this information for a moment before speaking again. "If that's the case, are you aware of the banquet they're hosting next week?"
Maya frowned slightly, trying to recall any mention of such an event. After a moment, she shook her head. "No, I wasn't aware. But that's not surprising—I've been in secluded training recently, and my family doesn't usually concern themselves with the affairs of smaller families. It's not something that falls under my responsibility either."
Astron remained silent for a few moments, considering what she had said. "I see. I thought you might have heard about it, given your connections. The banquet is supposed to be quite an event—several key families from the region are expected to attend. It's likely to be more significant than usual."
Maya raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Astron's knowledge of the event. "And how did you come to know about this, Junior? It's not like you to be interested in such gatherings."
Astron's expression remained calm, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes—perhaps a trace of caution or even anticipation. "I have my sources, as well Senior."
"What sources are they?"
"It would be a breach of contract if I were to mention."
"Junior, you like to hide a lot of things."
"It is not that I like to hide, it is just revealing them is tricky."
Maya's curiosity deepened as she listened to Astron's measured responses. There was something more to this banquet than just a social gathering, and Astron's interest in it was anything but casual.
"What about this banquet, Junior?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity. "Why are you so interested in it?"
Astron paused briefly as if weighing how much to reveal. "I need to attend that banquet if possible, Senior. There's something I need to do there, something important."
Maya's eyes lit up as a thought began to form in her mind. This was her opportunity not only to assist Astron but also to position herself closer to him.
'Hehehehe...'
If she played her cards right, she could ensure that they attended the banquet together, further solidifying their bond.
A plan started to take shape. "If that's the case, then I can certainly help you attend," Maya said, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "My family has the influence needed to secure an invitation for you. But," she added, leaning forward slightly, "you'll need to come here before the banquet. There are preparations we'll need to make, and I can ensure everything goes smoothly."
Astron considered her offer, understanding the implications. Maya's assistance would indeed make his entry into the banquet easier, and her presence could provide him with additional cover. It wasn't an opportunity he could easily pass up. He nodded, his decision made. "Alright, Senior. I'll come to you before the banquet."
Maya felt a surge of satisfaction at his agreement, her plan moving forward exactly as she'd hoped. Not only would she be able to attend the banquet with Astron, but she would also be in a position to help him with whatever task he needed to accomplish there. It was a win-win situation for her, and it brought her one step closer to solidifying her place in his life.
"I'll make the arrangements," she said, her voice warm with the promise of their upcoming collaboration. "And Junior, don't worry. I'll make sure everything is perfect."
'Perfect, so that you can see what I can do for you….So that you can never leave me.'
Astron nodded again, appreciating her offer. "Thank you, Senior. I'll be there soon."