The wonderful and fanciful sight of a colossal creature evoked to this world. It makes reconnect with a part of that was lost a long ti ago.
The curiosity expectation, passion and nervousness to discover the mystical secrets of a reality that in my previous planet was limited only to the dia if fictional stories, created by countless authors across millennia.
My mind is utterly captivated, like my steps, hypnotized by the allure of arcane arts, conducting to pass through the bushes before , and bringing towards the attention of the two people that did what i believe was a failed ritual.
The pair is conford by two dead gorgeous babes. Considering my long list of high standard affairs. I can easily put them nigh above all my sexual partners.
Her asurents are impressively voluptuous, natural, aesthetic and with tall, athletic silhouettes.
"Why are you spying on us?!". Scolds angrily one of the females, her long straight dark hair is lustrous, cascading like a tar waterfall with a second tonality glowing with an intense yellow brightness in her underhair.
Such striking feature is eye-catching, but not as astonishing as her twitching doberman ears at the top of her head.
"Not spying. Just passing by and witnessing the spectacle". I confess frankly. "I wonder if i can do the sa?. And learn why this attempt failed".
The dog-eared «Maiden» growls, annoyed at being reminded of her frustrated ritual.
{How do i know... , Or asseverate, she is a «Virgin»?}.
My incomprehension makes my nose itchy, twitching shortly, as i sniff profoundly, sensing a light but concentrated fragrance emanating from the two ladies. Epheraly seeing the illusory silhouette of a rose button behind both damsels.
I rub my eyes. I know there’s magic in this planet, and sohow, i’ve connected with such a force. But i prefer to take it slow. More due the previous mishap. If i had get irritated inside the pond. I could had boiled the water, along myself.
The second chick is more moderate, mature and taller than her companion. A real elven amazon of eight feet of height, snorting amusedly and grinning with her plump red lips, as her bright golden eyes have a nacing glint. "You have almost no «Radiance», and your «Spirituality» is non-existent, perhaps is «Locked». If so, acquiring an Embryon is almost out of question".
"Too difficult?". I inquire. But she is confused, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
"The only way to increase your Stats is through «Leveling Up». But if you have any Stat «Locked». It is not possible to do that, unless you reach Level 10 or acquire an Achievent".
The Dog-eared damsel interrupts. "Level 10 is unobtainable if you don’t have an Embryon. Achievents are unlikely to be obtained by soone with less than three decades of age. Keep dreaming".
"I see...". The answer is not encouraging, but gives a clear understanding of my current situation.
{So that is why the «Mirror » wanted to kill . Absorbing this Stats from . Though it didn’t happened as he expected}.
"Handso. If you want to know more. You should visit the Lyceum’s Library, it’s opened all days at dawn, and closes publicly at twilight. You need a mbership and permission to be in there during the night".
"Thanks for the intel. I’ll see you around Gorgeous". I say with a debonair smirk, freezing her in place, while the Dog-eared damsel shows her gritted teeth. "Sa to you «Barking Bitch»".
Not needing an answer, i continue with my original course. Having nostalgic mories intertwined with the experiences lived by the «Mirror ».
{He is a student in the Lyceum of Clamour City, with an Aristocratic Family of seasoned warriors supporting him... , Yet «He» was obsessed with becoming a Holy Knight}.
I can’t help but laugh aloud wholeheartedly.
{The minimum height for a Holy Knight is six and a half feet. Not even i fall into such category, asuring 5 feet and 10 inches, not to ntion that the «Profession» has to be combat oriented}.
"How can i know about this?". I mutter, realizing «He» wanted to steal more than just my Stats, if not everything i encompass and represent.
{I almost feel like i didn’t punch him hard enough, nor sufficient tis before i killed him}.
Putting this into perspective. It’s not fair at all.
{He kidnapped . I lost my previous life. I can’t return to my world. The «Mirror » simply died. It is not equivalent. I have his life now. My new life, and obviously, i will explore it and exploit it to the best of my abilities. This feels like my Father’s. Even in dead. They won. Their legacy will remain and flourish with my actions}.
The building ahead is my new residence. The Lyceum’s Dormitories, an old edification that harbors many Scions, Heiress and bastards of countless Royal, Noble or Bourgeoises Houses.
I enter, baffled by the sheer luxuriousness presented along the size of the vestibule, because it’s almost double of my apartnt’s extension.
{I really feel like i fell in a fairy tale}.
The designs are extravagant, intricate and quirky, with relucent gold stitches highlighting the vivid scarlet of the velvet fabric adorning the curtains, furnitures and tapestries.
{How excessive. Can this be changed?. Or this is part of the Lyceum’s tendencies?}.
The answer becos apparent when i step into the personal chamber of the «Mirror ».
Baroque. To say the least. There is no upholstery, the furnitures are just a desk with a lamp, a wooden chair, and a bed that is surprisingly more spacious than a king-size.
Nothing else. Not even clothes, shoes, pictures, paintings or tokens of friendship.
{What an idiot}.
«He» really thought not having belongings will be equivalent to be less attached.
{The less you have, the more you appreciate everything... , The Holy Knights appear to not have material connections, because they possess an abundance of offerings, not because they lack them}.
An amused nervous snort escapes .
{For soone so clever, the «Mirror » really is an oblivious unwise fool at certain topics... , Wait a minute. So he doesn’t have any money on him?}.
Sighing, i let my body land over the bed, its sohow hard. Several blankets are folded over a single wood plank.
{He doesn’t even has a pillow}.
My annoyance mutates into rage. Is almost as if he had foresee his defeat, or acted just in case it happened said outco.
"Whatever". I murmur with a sigh. Closing my eyes to take a short nap, though my mind is slowly flooded with still fast, but more detailed mories of the «Mirror »...
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