When Moby arrived at the party's booth, he brought out his student ID and scanned it, waiting for the white light to appear on the tal plate before stepping onto it and being whisked away to a new location.
It was a process he had now grown all too accustod to. If anything, the bright, chandelier lights of the new area he appeared in were far more noticeable, contrasting imminently with the darkness of the outside.
Looking around, It seed like he was placed near the edge of a vast chamber that belonged to a grand castle. His entire vision was dyed in lavish gold, the ground so shiny clean that it perfectly reflected the lit, concave ceiling.
Ornantal seats and tables were lined in rows, and nearly every spot was occupied by fellow students eating from the wide selection of mouth-watering als from all around the globe, and behind it was an empty floor for what he could only assu to be dancing.
Moby squinted his eyes and took his ti analyzing the crowds. Although so notable individuals seed missing, there were clearly many people in attendance, but the atmosphere did not at all reflect the occasion nor the number of people present. It felt more like a funeral than a graduation party for rich and powerful young adults.
"It seems like no one really listened to what Adam said huh?" He mumbled under his breath before he began inwardly counting who was missing from the crowds.
'Adam's not here obviously… No Regrit, no Rupert, no Elizabeth, no—'
"Ho ho ho! Look who we have here! Right on ti huh?" That was when suddenly, his train of thought was cut by a deep, scruffy voice he would have a hard ti ever forgetting, and as he looked to his side, he saw exactly who it was, although he almost could not believe it.
However, his sky blue eyes, scruffy beard and large, muscular physique confird it all.
"General Ryker?"
"Uh uh uh! That's HIGH General Ryker to you!" He puffed his chest out.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot… But, what exactly are you doing here?"
"'What are you doing here?' Is that the first thing you say to your forr principal when you see them? Disrespectful if you ask ! Aren't you at all curious about anything? It's been over a year!"
"No, not necessarily,"
"Wow, you're pretty blunt," He soughed. "But, if you have to ask, I'm here for security reasons. After what happened with the Supre General, the last thing we want to see is sothing befall our generation's future strongest…"
"Yeah, I'd imagine…" Moby began to ponder.
"..."
"Well, since the atmosphere here is a little dull, why don't I tell you about this hilarious story of when one of my female subordinates was stuck in— AHHH,"
He suddenly scread, holding his shins, attracting the eyes of many from the nearby tables.
"Hey! What did you do that for!?" He turned around, and his face reddened. "How many tis do I have to tell you this old man! Your stories are boring as hell! No one cares!"
"Yami?" Moby spoke, eyes widened.
"It's been a while, hasn't it? Moby Kane."
"Yeah, it has," He nodded. "Where's Hikari?"
"Hikari's tired, so I'm taking over for a while. By the way, thanks for taking care of her for so long! She's been feeling much better!"
"It's always a pleasure. Hikari is nice to be around."
"Mhm! I agree," She smiled before looking to her side. "Unlike this buffoon! If I hadn't stopped him, you'd have died of boredom! You can thank later!"
"Hey! Since when were you so an Yami!?" Ryker pouted.
"Always have been,"
"Uhhhh… Ummmm… Anyways, have you seen anyone else around here?" Moby asked.
"Anyone else? Yeah, there was one. He's been waiting right behind us all this ti, right?"
"Hello Kane, congrats on winning the tournant. I had no doubts about your victory."
"Ah, Artorias!" Moby bead. "Yes, but this is only the first step."
"Of course," He bowed gracefully in respect.
"Now, what brings you two here exactly?"
"I was dragged in by Ryker," Yami shook her head.
"Dragged in!? You were okay with going!" Ryker cried.
"As for ," Artorias intervened. "I was looking for either Regrit or Elizabeth, as well as yourself, but I couldn't get into contact. So, I decided to co here for the highest chance of finding you. It seems like my assumptions were correct. The real question is, why would you of all people co here?"
"? Why would I need a good reason to attend a final farewell party between and all my classmates? Plus, as the winner of the tournant, I feel like I have a responsibility to attend! Also, I have prepared a little gift for everyone present! A farewell from to them to cheer up the mood!"
It was clear, from the looks on their faces, that neither Yami nor Artorias believed a single word that had just exited Moby's mouth. Knowing him, they could not fathom that this act was without any ulterior motives.
However, one person that knew no better was Ryker who stood not too far away, smiling and patting him on the back.
"Now! That's the spirit! "I'm glad you feel that way kid! As the champion, why don't you light a fire in their hearts? Make this event seem like an actual party!"
"I'll do my best, thank you, sir," He cracked his fingers, brightly exposing his purple aura.
All eyes now on him, He leaped majestically high on in the air, forming and throwing an icicle towards the center of the empty dance floor where he would imdiately teleport in a fancy explosion of light.
"Greeting my fellow students! And sorry for such an abrupt disruption! I'm Moby Kane, the champion of today's tournant and I've co here—"
"HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? Think you're so tough over so lucky victory huh? Don't get ahead of yourself orphan boy! Since when did you beco our leader!?" An angry voice stord out of his seat, a vein building under his gelled blonde hair, his mouth further distorting his long, sharp nose.
"Hm? Luke Ingsworth is it? I never claid to be anyone's leader. I just ca to present a gift to everyone here! To cheer you all up after the dreadful news about our Supre General."
"Ah—" The man abruptly halted his step, cold sweats running down his face. "H—How do you know my na?"
"I know a lot of people's nas, well, I at least try my best to rember! We're all in the sa school, and you're all people of note! As for you, you're an easy person to rember. Luke Ingsworth, son of famous entrepreneur, Thomas Ingsworth."
Unconsciously, upon hearing his father's na, he took a step back and inwardly gulped, eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Heh, well, I suppose it's not normal to rember the nas of schoolmates you never t," He scratched his head. "But, that's part of the reason I ca here, as a show of goodwill! Now, I'm sure you've all heard of the Mammon right?"
As those words were uttered, the entire crowd shudders as one, and gulped a mouth full of saliva that did not reach the bottom of their sunken stomachs.
"What's with the look? I know you all know him. He's not exactly a secret," Moby shook his head. "I'm sure that most of you have been paying him your points monthly right? Either to save a loved one or to prevent sensitive information from leaking out… Right?" He walked around smiling closer to Luke standing stiff, the echo from his shoe taps the only thing filling the spacious room.
"H—huh!? What the hell are you on about!? You taunting us!? We don't know anything so crazy!" Luke scoffed, laughing in the approaching Moby's face.
"Hm? What's with this attitude?" Moby wondered. "Scared that there was a spy from the Mammon among us?"
Luke gulped deeper hearing Moby's remark.
"Well, don't be! Because there is no spy here! You have my guarantee!" He took several resounding steps, inspecting the cold reactions from the crowd before he stood still and continued. "I know this for one hundred percent because… The Mammon is already dead…"
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