Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win
Chapter 113: Condition

Chapter 113: Condition

Velyrian sat on a wheelchair with all his muscles gone.

’...’

Akamir rubbed his eyes as he walked towards him.

"Hey."

he said, making him turn to look at him.

Velyrian turned his head slowly, his pale face calm as always.

His long blonde hair was tied back, though a few strands hung loose near his cheek.

His face was not like before....

Velyrian had lost a lot of muscle in the span of two months.

It was so drastic that Akamir couldn’t even understand.

’What even happened to him?’

Velyrian’s eyes met Akamir’s, quiet and distant.

"You’re late," Velyrian said, voice low but clear.

Akamir shrugged, walking up to him. "Had to deal with Viros and Luca. They still whine like kids."

Velyrian let out a small breath. Not quite a laugh, but close.

Akamir stood beside him, eyes scanning the room.

Scrolls and crystals were stacked neatly on the desk nearby.

And in the centre of it all was the staff they had been working on for the past few months.

"How’s your training going?" Velyrian asked.

Akamir folded his arms. "Good. I’m close to breaking through."

Velyrian nodded once. "I figured. Your core is near saturation."

"I’m going to hit blue soon."

"That’s fast," Velyrian said, his gaze distant for a second. "Faster than most."

During the last few months, Akamir had told him about his condition.

About how he was evolving his core faster than any human ever.

Though, Velyrian was really shocked at the start he gradually accepted it.

Akamir frowned. "What?"

Velyrian kept on staring at him without blinking. "Are you sure, you are a human?"

He tilted his head. "Do I not look like one?"

"...A lot of races look like each other." He scoffed, his voice grumpy. "And humans don’t usually break through so fast."

"Yeah..." Akamir mumbled, unable to refute. "maybe I am not."

There was a silence between them as both didn’t speak anything.

"Hey." Akamir finally broke the silence between them. "What actually happened to you?"

Velyrian looked at him for a while before he looked at the staff.

"Things happened." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I saw things that I wasn’t meant to."

"....What do you mean?"

Velyrian didn’t respond as he kept on staring at the staff with his vacant eyes.

"I don’t know how to complete the staff." He whispered softly. "It still has so many flaws."

Akamir followed Velyrian’s gaze to the staff lying at the center of the table.

It was long and thin, wrapped in runes, but unfinished. Parts of it were cracked.

The core chamber was still open, waiting for something to be placed inside.

"You’ve been working on it for months," Akamir said. "Don’t give up now."

"If you had been just a little more knowledgeable." Velyrian whispered, glancing at him. "Maybe you could have completed it."

"It’s not about knowledge." Akamir said, shaking his head. "It’s just both of us don’t know how a soul works."

Velyrian gave a weak nod. "Yeah...those things are beyond us mortals."

Akamir just stared at him as he began to clench on his chest.

"Ven is the reason for your condition isn’t it?" Akamir asked, looking at his chest.

"..."

Velyrian didn’t look surprised at his words.

"I know you were smart enough to figure it out." He whispered. "You are unique Akamir."

Akamir looked at him seriously. "Is there no way to remove—"

"It’s my heart now." Velyrian said, his voice soft. "Removing it is like losing my heart."

"..."

Akamir lowered his gaze on his feet.

There was not much he could say to comfort him.

Akamir himself wasn’t sure if he should kill him right now or not.

"How is that company growing?" Velyrian asked, "any problem?"

"Apart from a few Elven spies not much." Akamir replied. "You were right about the empress...she is a good hearted one."

A smile slowly bloomed on his half dead face. "I see."

Akamir watched Velyrian quietly for a moment, then leaned back against the edge of the desk.

"You should’ve told me earlier," he muttered. "About Ven... about your body."

Velyrian gave a slow blink. "And what would you have done?"

"At least not wait for you to die." Akamir grumbled, rubbing his temples.

That earned him a weak chuckle from Velyrian. The sound was faint, but genuine.

"I didn’t want pity," Velyrian said. "And I still don’t."

"I don’t pity you." Akamir whispered. "I just feel sad it turned this way."

Akamir still thinks it was his fault this happened in the first place.

Had he not messed with his project... maybe Velyrian would have been fine now.

Velyrian looked at him again, then back at the staff. His hand, thin and trembling, brushed the cracked shaft of the weapon.

"I’m scared," he admitted, voice so soft it was almost lost in the room. "Not of dying. But of disappearing... like I was never here."

Akamir looked at him. "You think that’s going to happen?"

Velyrian gave a faint nod.

"The more Ven settles, the less I feel like myself. My thoughts are getting slower. My dreams... they aren’t mine anymore."

"..."

Akamir didn’t know what to say now.

It was hard for him to come up with words for a dying man.

Velyrian sighed as he leaned back on his chair.

"Would you do me a favor?" He asked, his voice suddenly serious.

"....What is it?"

"Never visit the world tree." Velyrian said, staring dead into his eyes. "Never."

Akamir blinked.

"The world tree?" he asked, his voice low. "Why?"

Velyrian’s fingers curled slightly over the armrest. His eyes didn’t waver.

"I don’t want any promises." He said earnestly. "Just don’t do anything to the elves."

Akamir looked at his eyes.

There was desperation in them, like a man begging for it.

He let out a sigh. "....fine."

Velyrian relaxed on his chair as he got the answer he needed.

"Can you give me some time alone?" He asked, without looking.

Akamir gave him a faint nod as he walked away. "Take care."

On his way out of the room, he saw Milo standing in the corner.

The girl gave him a faint smile before she walked inside the room.

Akamir let out a sigh as he looked at the upper floor.

’Inara should be inside.’

He began to move up the staircase until he reached the top floor.

Without warning he barged in her office room.

"Can’t you at least knock?" Inara said, without looking up from her documents.

"Kyuu~."

The Void fox that was laying on Inara’s lap jumped up at him.

Akamir grabbed the fox as he smiled gently. "How have you been, Ella?"

"Kyuu~"

She purred as she claimed the spot on his head.

Akamir didn’t say anything as he sat down in front of Inara.

"What are you doing?" He asked, glancing at the paperwork.

"A last time check on tomorrow’s event." She replied, without looking. "I need to make sure everything is in order."

"What if someone breaks in?"

"It’s impossible."

"What if?"

"I said, it’s impossible." She replied confidently, finally looking at him. "If something like this happens, I would do anything you say."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"

Inara blinked, realizing too late how confident she had sounded.

"No," she said quickly, returning to her papers. "Not anything anything. Don’t get ideas."

Akamir leaned back in the chair, the Void fox still perched on his head, softly purring.

"Too late, I already have ideas."

Inara didn’t reply, but he saw the corner of her lips twitch upward.

"By the way, Inara." Akamir said, leaning back. "I want you to know something."

"Let me guess, you want to have sex while I am a mermaid?"

’That too.’

"Not that." Akamir shook his head. "I want you to know that I will kill your brother."

Her pen stopped as she looked up at him with her crimson eyes.

"....What?"

"Like I said." Akamir repeated his words. "I will kill your brother."

Inara didn’t say anything for a while.

"...Why?" She finally asked.

"Lucien killed the crown prince."

She frowned. "How do you—"

"I was there." Akamir cut in her words. "When that happened."

"..."

Inara blinked softly.

Confusion was clear on her face.

"....What?"

Inara lowered her pen slowly, her fingers trembling just slightly.

"You were there?" she repeated, voice low. "You saw it?"

Akamir nodded. "I saw everything. He didn’t just kill him... he made sure it looked like my brother did it."

"....Why?"

Akamir didn’t have to reply to that.

He just stood up.

"Think it through." He said. "Either keep him or the throne."

He left the girl alone.