Chapter 586 - Sylvana's Essence (2)
In many leveling systems within games, players often focus on a select few attributes, honing their character's strengths for maximum efficiency. Whether it's increasing strength for melee fighters, dexterity for speed-based characters, or intelligence for spellcasters, the game's scaling mechanics encourage specialization.
Weapons, spells, and even equipment are often designed with a certain attribute scaling in mind, meaning the higher your stat in that area, the more powerful your character becomes.
The same thing could also be said for the game Legacy of Shadows: The Hunter's Destiny.
This method worked wonders in the mid-game. Players could breeze through enemies, dominating their opponents with tailored builds that emphasize their chosen strengths.
However, as the game progresses, this narrow focus often becomes a double-edged sword. In late-game content, when enemies are more versatile, diverse challenges arise that require well-rounded abilities. A character with one or two maxed attributes might find themselves lacking in critical areas, their once-dominant build now a liability against tougher, more unpredictable foes.
This was where Starbloom Essence came into play in Legacy of Shadows: The Hunter's Destiny. Unlike most consumables that offered short-term buffs or minor boosts to a single attribute, Starbloom Essence served a much deeper purpose. It acted as a sort of recalibration tool for a player's character, specifically designed to address the problem of lopsided builds.
The essence worked by increasing the base values of a player's lacking stats, effectively allowing them to level up their weaker attributes without losing the progress they had already made in their strongest areas.
For players who had hyper-specialized their characters—dumping points into strength, dexterity, or Mana—Starbloom Essence was a godsend. As late-game content began to test every aspect of a player's build, those who had neglected their secondary stats found themselves exposed to the dangers of the game's diverse enemy types.
The powerful foes in these final stages weren't just strong in one area; they required both offense and defense, as well as the flexibility to handle varied challenges, from speed to magic resistance.
In essence, the Starbloom Essence functioned as a remedy for the limitations of hyper-specialization. Its unique formula boosted the base stats that had fallen behind, effectively eliminating critical weaknesses.
'Interesting….'
Astron lifted the glass, the shimmering liquid swirling in the pale green and silver hues that seemed to pulse with energy.
GULP!
Without further hesitation, he downed the elixir in a single gulp, the cool, almost refreshing taste spreading across his tongue. However, the moment the Sylvara's Essence hit his stomach, the true effect began.
A surge of warmth spread throughout his body, not unpleasant but intense as if every fiber of his being was being revitalized. His mana fibers felt like it was being reignited, the elixir spreading through his veins, filling him with power far greater than he anticipated. His muscles tensed, and he could feel his mana responding, swirling in response to the sudden influx of energy.
Maya, sensing the reaction immediately, leaned forward. "Astron, sit down. Take the lotus position. Now."
Astron, already aware of what was happening, nodded and quickly complied. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his back straight and his hands resting lightly on his knees. His breathing slowed as he focused inward, letting his mana flow freely through his body. It felt as though the Sylvara's Essence was amplifying his mana control, sharpening his senses and refining the energy inside him.
"Good," Maya said, her voice calm but with an undertone of excitement. "Now, circulate your mana slowly. Let it flow through every meridian, every muscle. Don't waste any of it. You need to absorb all the properties of the elixir."
Astron followed her instructions, directing his mana throughout his body, ensuring it reached every corner, every cell. He could feel the essence of the drink fusing with his own energy, enhancing his mana reserves, fortifying his physical strength, and sharpening his mental clarity.
"Urghk-!"
But aside from that, something different happened.
Astron's body tensed as a sharp jolt of pain shot through his muscles, causing his shoulders to twitch involuntarily. His hands gripped his knees tightly, knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. The initial warmth and strength from the Sylvara's Essence had been powerful, but now something else was happening—something unexpected.
"Urghk-!" Astron grunted once again, his facial muscles spasming as if they were being torn apart and rebuilt at the same time. The bones on his face also seemed to be changing.
Maya's eyes widened in shock as she watched him, her heart pounding. This wasn't the reaction she had anticipated. When she had consumed the Sylvara's Essence years ago, she had experienced a surge of strength, an increased sensitivity to mana, but nothing like this. There had been no spasms, no bone-deep pain. The essence had been smooth, empowering, and almost serene in its effects on her.
But Astron…
Her first thought was that something had gone wrong with the elixir. Her mind raced through the possibilities, but she quickly shook her head, dismissing the idea. The maid who prepared it was highly trained, and mistakes with such a revered formula were nearly impossible. Besides, if there had been anything wrong with the elixir, she would have sensed it immediately.
But this... this was something else entirely.
And as if that was not enough, suddenly smoke started rising from Astron's body, making Maya's breath hitch in her throat. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight, the smoke swirling and thickening around him. It wasn't just ordinary smoke—it was laced with mana, shimmering faintly with the energy it carried.
Maya's instincts flared, telling her that this was not just a byproduct of the Sylvara's Essence, but rather a unique reaction to Astron's body and mana.
'Mana excretion?' Maya thought, watching as the dense cloud continued to obscure her view of him. She had heard of such occurrences before, though they were rare. The body, under intense strain or transformation, would sometimes release impurities or excess energy in the form of smoke or mist.
It was considered a part of the purification process, expelling what wasn't needed while strengthening what remained.
'Maybe this is part of his process,' she reasoned. After all, the Sylvara's Essence was known to affect each individual differently. The elixir was potent, its properties uniquely tailored to draw out and amplify a person's strengths, though how it manifested could vary wildly depending on the person.
Maya herself had experienced a smoother, more empowering sensation when she drank it, but she couldn't ignore the possibility that Astron's transformation was far more intense due to his specific circumstances.
The smoke thickened, and Maya could feel the mana radiating from it. It pulsed with a strange rhythm, almost like a heartbeat, as though it was alive, reacting to Astron's body. She stepped back slightly, her eyes flickering with concern but also curiosity. She could sense the shift in mana, the way it twisted and coiled around him, like a cocoon.
'He's still in control,' she thought, reassured by the steady flow of mana she could sense coming from him. Whatever was happening, it wasn't harming him—not yet, at least. But the changes were profound, reshaping him in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.
As the smoke began to dissipate, Maya's vision cleared, and she caught her first glimpse of Astron. His body was still, his chest rising and falling in a controlled, rhythmic pattern.
"Huh?"
The moment the smoke fully cleared and Astron's face came into view, Maya couldn't help but gasp softly. Her breath quickened, her chest tightening with a sudden, unexpected reaction. She blinked, trying to process what she was seeing, but the sight of Astron's transformed appearance left her momentarily speechless.
'What…?' Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She hadn't anticipated this—none of her knowledge of the Sylvara's Essence had prepared her for this kind of reaction. But it wasn't just the physical transformation that struck her; it was the sheer intensity of Astron's presence.
Astron had always been above average in terms of face—objectively speaking, he was an 7.5-8/10, someone who could easily turn heads with his sharp features, his fair skin, and those striking purple eyes that set him apart.
But now, as he sat before her, his face slightly illuminated by the lingering glow of the elixir, there was something more—something almost ethereal. He exuded an overwhelming charm, a magnetic pull that made it difficult for her to look away.
His once-handsome features had sharpened into something even more captivating, as though every detail had been refined to perfection. His skin, now glowing faintly, had taken on an almost otherworldly quality, and his eyes—those same purple eyes—shone with a new intensity that was both mesmerizing and unsettling.
Maya's heart skipped a beat. 'This is… impossible,' she thought, still struggling to understand how such a transformation had occurred. Astron had always been composed, cold even, but now, there was an allure to him that felt… dangerous.
She swallowed hard, her mind racing. 'How could this happen? Was it the Sylvara's Essence? But I've never seen it do something like this.' Her thoughts tumbled over one another, trying to piece together the mystery. Had the elixir awakened something within him? Or had it merely amplified what had already been there, lying dormant?
And she was not wrong.
Sylvara's Essence.
It had a special ability that made it quite a good haul for a late-game item. Aside from the parameters that were lacking behind, there was also one thing that it affected.
Invariable Attributes
Certain types of attributes would not be developed by normal means, nor could they be measured by any type of means.
While making up for the lack of Variable attributes, Sylvara's Essence also affected the lack of invariable attributes.
In a way, if a player's character was lacking in terms of willpower, might, or other types of variable attributes, they would also be amplified.
And this was exactly what happened to Astron right at this moment.
"Huuuuh….."
With a long breath, Astron calmed himself down and finalized the process. But then he glanced at Maya, noticing her wide-eyed stare, and furrowed his brow slightly. "What is it?" he asked, his voice smooth and composed, though there was a subtle undertone of curiosity.
Maya blinked, realizing she had been staring for too long. She shook her head quickly, trying to snap herself out of the trance she had fallen into. "Junior…..Take a look."
She could only show what she was seeing so that he would understand.
Chapter 587 - Alden Evergreen
I took a deep breath, letting the residual energy settle within me as the effects of the Sylvara's Essence finally calmed. I felt… different. Lighter, stronger. It was as if my body had been revitalized from the inside out, filled with a new vitality that made every muscle feel more responsive, every movement smoother.
The entire process had been painful—far more than I had expected—but the end result was worth it. I could feel the difference, not just in strength but in every fiber of my being.
'This… is quite the transformation,' I thought, flexing my fingers experimentally. My senses were heightened, sharper. Mana flowed through me with a clarity and ease that hadn't been there before. It was almost effortless now, as if the barriers that had once held me back had been stripped away.
"Junior…" Maya's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I glanced over at her. Her eyes were wide, still locked onto me with a mix of shock and something else I couldn't quite place.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice smooth and composed, though a part of me was curious about her reaction. Something had clearly caught her off guard.
Maya shook her head, then gestured toward the small mirror by the side of the room. "Take a look for yourself."
I stood up slowly, feeling the newfound strength in my legs, and walked over to the mirror. As I caught sight of my reflection, I understood why Maya had been staring.
My face—while still recognizably mine—had changed. It was subtle but undeniable. My features had sharpened and refined to an almost ethereal level, giving me a striking, almost otherworldly appearance. My skin seemed to glow faintly with an inner light, and my purple eyes… they were more intense now, shining with a depth I hadn't seen before.
'I see…..'
I thought as I stared at my reflection. My appearance had never been something I gave much thought to. My focus had always been on strength, honing my abilities, and perfecting my skills. Superficial things like looks were secondary at best.
Yet, here I was, staring at someone who seemed… different. Sharper.
In the game, there was a hidden stat called Charisma. It wasn't something you could actively level up like strength or dexterity, and it didn't show up in the usual status window. Most players didn't even know it existed, but it had an effect—a subtle one.
Charisma influenced how characters interacted with the world around them, how people perceived them, how easily they could sway others or command attention without saying a word. It wasn't tied to magic or combat prowess, but it could be just as powerful.
And now, with Sylvara's Essence, it felt like that hidden attribute had been touched.
'Status.'
As I called the status window in my head, the panel appeared right before my eyes.
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▶Name: Astron Natusalune
▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 4)
▶Talent Limit: 12 --> 13
▶Passives:
Vengeful Bane
Bloodline Resonance
Psychic Cognizance
▶Attributes:
Variable Attributes:
Strength: 5.50 --> 5.79
Dexterity: 5.81
Agility: 5.89
Constitution: 5.53 --> 5.80
Intuition: 5.96
Magical Power: 6.36
Mana Capacity: 6.44
Invariable Attributes
Charisma: 7.5 --> 11
Vitality: 7 --> 10
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Charisma: 7.5 --> 11. Vitality: 7 --> 10.
'So, it really did affect those hidden stats,' I thought, staring at the numbers that hadn't been there before. Normally, you wouldn't even be able to see Charisma or Vitality on the status screen unless something external enhanced them, and now, Sylvara's Essence had done exactly that. It made sense why I felt this surge in both my body and my presence.
Charisma—a stat that could influence how people saw you, how easily you could sway them, command attention, or even intimidate without trying. It wasn't tied to physical strength or magical prowess, but it held its own kind of power. And now, mine had jumped significantly.
Vitality—not just physical endurance, but the very life force that ran through your body, the ability to survive and recover from damage, to persist in the face of overwhelming odds. This stat wasn't something you could train through normal means, but it dictated your survivability on a fundamental level. And mine had increased by a large margin as well.
'This explains the surge of energy I've been feeling,' I mused, flexing my fingers. 'I feel… healthier, more alive.'
The Sylvara's Essence had done more than just improve my visible stats. It had pushed me to a new level of existence, enhancing both my presence and my ability to endure whatever trials came next.
I glanced back at Maya, her expression still reflecting some awe at the transformation. She hadn't said much since she asked me to check the mirror, but I could see the gears turning in her head.
"Looks like the Essence worked better than expected," I said, my voice calm but carrying a slight undertone of satisfaction.
Maya blinked, then gave a soft smile. "I didn't think it would affect you like this. But... it suits you."
"Suits me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Maya coughed awkwardly, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She averted her eyes slightly, her usual composed demeanor slipping just a bit. "I-I mean... it's now a lot... harder to resist," she muttered under her breath, the words tumbling out in a way that seemed almost unintentional.
I heard her clearly, but I decided to pretend I hadn't. There was no point in pushing the issue, and from the way she was already looking flustered, it was clear this wasn't a topic she was comfortable elaborating on.
Instead, I turned my attention back to the mirror, observing the faint glow still lingering on my skin. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," I said casually, letting the moment pass.
Maya quickly composed herself, brushing her hair behind her ear and regaining her calm. "Of course," she said softly, her voice returning to its usual steadiness, though there was still a hint of that earlier blush.
She stood there for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on me as if she was still processing the transformation. Then, almost as if shaking herself free from whatever thoughts had momentarily held her, she exhaled softly and straightened her posture.
"Now that you're done," she began, her voice returning to its usual composed tone, "there's something I need to tell you."
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral while subtly observing her body language. There was something different in the way she carried herself now—small, almost imperceptible signs of restlessness. The slight shift in her stance, the way her fingers brushed against her arm, her eyes flickering between mine and the floor.
Whatever she was about to say was clearly weighing on her.
"In the dinner," she continued after a moment's pause, her voice quieter than before, "my brother will be joining us. He... wants to meet you."
I didn't outwardly react, but inwardly, the statement clicked. That explained her unease. It wasn't just a casual dinner or a typical meeting. Maya's brother—whoever he was—seemed to hold a weight over her.
'Her brother…' I thought, piecing together. 'Considering the fact that not many people knew about the identity of the Evergreen Family, the fact that Maya alone brought me here must have gathered their attention. And it was not like my visit was unplanned, as I had informed her just a week ago. That means that one way or another, the word would get into their ears.
And Senior Maya didn't seem to particularly hide it either, so it makes sense that they want to see the person that Maya brought.'
The fact that the Evergreen Family was of an Elven lineage alone would be enough to cause quite an uproar, which is why such a meeting was understandable.
'And I am also quite curious as to what kind of people these Evergreens are.'
Though Maya's body language told me more than her words, there was an unspoken tension in the way she held herself, almost like she was bracing for something. Did she expect things to go poorly? Or was it something else entirely?
I nodded slowly, keeping my expression neutral, as if I had already anticipated this. "I see," I said calmly, my voice steady.
Maya's shoulders noticeably relaxed at my response, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Just as I had intended, my calm demeanor must have reassured her that I wasn't caught off guard. She had been worried about how I would take the news, but now, seeing my composed reaction, her tension seemed to ease.
For a moment, she didn't speak, but the subtle shift in her posture and the faint softening of her expression told me everything. Maya had been concerned that the mention of her brother would unsettle me, perhaps expecting hesitation or resistance. But my reaction must have given her the confidence that I understood the situation, that I was prepared.
She met my gaze again, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," she murmured, the sincerity in her voice unmistakable.
"No need," I replied smoothly, keeping the air light. "It's understandable. I figured something like this might come up."
Maya nodded slightly as if silently acknowledging my foresight…. "That is expected of you…."
With that, she rose from her seat, her movements fluid and graceful as always. She turned toward the door, her composure back in place now that the weight of her earlier concern had lifted.
"The dinner is scheduled for later tonight," she said over her shoulder, her tone matter-of-fact. "I'll come fetch you when the time comes."
I gave a simple nod in response, watching as she stepped toward the door. There was no need for more words; we both understood the gravity of what was coming, and there was no point in dwelling on it any longer.
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"You are here…."
And just not long after, in the dining room of the Evergreen Mansion, a strong presence ruled.
Chapter 588 - Alden Evergreen (2)
Maya stood outside the dining room, taking a moment to compose herself before entering. The weight of what was about to unfold pressed against her chest, though she kept her face calm, masking the emotions swirling beneath the surface. Her family had always been a source of strength for her—a lineage filled with pride, duty, and unspoken responsibilities.
Yet, they had also been a source of love, something many wouldn't have expected given the Evergreen family's prominence.
She let her mind drift for a moment, thinking about her parents, her upbringing, and her brother. It was strange, really—how the world saw them as distant, noble figures, yet behind the scenes, they had always shown her kindness and care, even if it had been cloaked in the weight of their duties.
Her parents had raised her in the mansion, surrounded by the ancient traditions of the Evergreen family. There had been love, yes, but it had always been tempered by the expectations placed upon her from a young age. They were leaders of their people, descendants of the Elven Royal Line, and that came with its own set of challenges.
Her father, a stoic figure with a sharp mind, had always been busy managing the vast responsibilities of their household. Yet, whenever he had the chance, he'd find time to smile at her, to ruffle her hair, and remind her that despite everything, she was his little girl.
Her mother had been more affectionate, a gentle presence who guided her through the intricacies of their heritage. Maya remembered the way her mother's voice would soothe her when the weight of their responsibilities became too much, how she'd weave stories of their ancestors, of the strength that ran through their blood.
Her mother had always spoken with warmth, but her eyes had always carried the same burden of duty.
Yet, despite the affection, there had been an unspoken distance as well. Their love had always come with conditions—expectations that Maya would uphold the Evergreen name and carry on the legacy without question.
And then, there was her brother.
"You are here."
The moment they entered the room, the familiar voice of her brother echoed in her ears. Though it had been a month since she last saw him, thanks to the fact that he was busy, the voice remained the same.
Elegant and calm.
And those words, though calm and elegantly spoken, carried with them a pressure that was unmistakable. Maya felt it immediately—the weight behind her brother's voice. It was subtle, but it was there, a constant reminder of who he was, of the responsibilities he carried. Alden had always been like that.
Even in the most casual of moments, there was an unspoken authority in his presence, an intensity that never wavered. His words alone had the power to shift the entire atmosphere of a room.
Maya took a deep breath, steadying herself as she and Astron stepped into the dining room. The room itself was grand, with high ceilings and soft lighting, the Evergreen family crest prominently displayed on the far wall. But all of that faded into the background as her brother stood at the head of the table, his gaze locked on them.
Alden Evergreen. Tall and composed, his figure draped in the traditional dark green and gold robes of their family, the intricate Elven embroidery shining faintly under the light. His silver hair was neatly tied back, his sharp features framed by an expression that was calm yet unreadable.
His blue eyes—those same piercing eyes that had always seen through her—were focused on her now, studying her in the way only an older brother could. But beneath the surface, she could feel it—the weight of his expectations, the silent judgment that accompanied every interaction with him.
It had been a month since she'd last seen him, but that pressure was the same as ever. The kind that made her stand a little straighter, choose her words a little more carefully.
"Brother," Maya greeted, her voice calm, though she couldn't help but feel the subtle tightening in her chest as she met his gaze.
He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes flicking briefly to Astron before returning to her. The scrutiny in that brief glance was palpable. Though he hadn't spoken a word to Astron yet, Maya could already sense that Alden was sizing him up, assessing his worth, his intentions. That was just the way he was—always watching, always calculating.
"You've brought a guest," Alden remarked, his tone even, though Maya knew him well enough to catch the undercurrent of curiosity mixed with caution. "I wasn't expecting that."
Maya smiled slightly, keeping her composure. "Yes. This is Astron, my Junior from the academy."
Alden's gaze shifted once more to Astron, this time lingering a moment longer. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, the pressure more noticeable now. Maya could feel it in the way her brother's presence seemed to fill the space—his authority, his scrutiny.
"Astron. A unique name," Alden said, the name rolling off his tongue with the same calm elegance as everything else he did. "It is a rare occasion for Maya to bring someone from the outside into our home."
Astron remained composed, meeting Alden's gaze with his usual quiet confidence. "It's an honor to be here, Lord Evergreen," he replied, his voice steady.
The formal title seemed to amuse Alden, if only slightly, as a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. But the weight of his presence did not lessen. If anything, it intensified.
Maya felt a flicker of anxiety, though she kept it well hidden. This was the moment she had been bracing for—her brother's evaluation of Astron. Alden had always been protective of her, and though he wouldn't outright say it, she knew he wanted to ensure that anyone she brought into their lives was trustworthy. He wouldn't make it easy.
Her brother's gaze remained locked on Astron for a few moments longer, and Maya could feel the silent exchange between them, a test of sorts. Alden was measuring him, determining whether Astron was worthy of being here, in their home, beside his sister.
"Very well," Alden finally said, his voice soft but still carrying that underlying authority. "Let's sit."
As they moved to sit, Maya cast a discreet glance at Astron, observing him closely. Despite the palpable pressure emanating from her brother, Astron remained composed, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed. It was clear that he wasn't fazed by Alden's quiet authority, and that brought a sense of relief and silent pride to Maya.
She had worried, perhaps more than she realized, about how Astron would react to her brother's intense presence. But as always, Astron held his ground, calm and unwavering.
Once they were seated, the room fell into a brief silence, filled only by the faint clinking of silverware as the servants began placing dishes on the table. Alden sat at the head, naturally commanding the space, while Maya and Astron took their places opposite one another. Maya could sense the tension in the air, though it wasn't hostile—just heavy with unspoken questions.
Alden leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering between the two of them. "Maya has always been... selective about who she brings into our family's home," he began, his voice steady but filled with an unspoken undertone. "So I'm curious, Astron—what is it about you that convinced my sister to do so?"
The question was pointed, though Alden's tone remained polite. It was clear that, despite the civility, he wanted answers, and he wanted to see if Astron was truly worthy of Maya's trust. Maya stiffened slightly, but she didn't intervene. This was something Astron would have to handle on his own.
Astron met Alden's gaze head-on, his purple eyes reflecting that same quiet confidence. "I don't claim to know all the reasons, Lord Evergreen," Astron began, his voice composed and measured. "But Senior Maya and I have grown close through our time at the academy. We've faced challenges together, and I suppose that trust is mutual."
His words were indeed truth. The amount of things that Maya and him experienced could not be considered much, but the weight of each experience itself was quite high.
The fact that Astron had saved Maya from a vampire and then prior to that, the two somehow started a Senior and Junior, followed by the reveal of many secrets….All those things were quite heavy in terms of weight.
Alden raised an eyebrow, the slightest hint of intrigue flickering in his expression. "Challenges, you say? And what kind of challenges would make my sister trust you enough to bring you here?"
But the hard part of those challenges was the fact that none of them could be revealed.
Whether Maya turns into a vampire, her drinking the blood of Astron, or Maya's confession. Each of these things needed to be hidden.
Though Maya herself knew that at some point, these things would eventually be revealed.
Maya's heart raced as she listened to the exchange, feeling the weight of her brother's scrutiny. Every word that passed between Alden and Astron carried a deeper significance, and she knew that much of their shared history had to remain concealed.
The challenges they had faced—her vampiric transformation, the blood bond, her confession—all those things were too dangerous, too intimate to reveal at this point.
Even though she trusted her brother deeply, Maya wasn't ready for him to know everything. Not yet. She needed time to regain full control over her vampiric state, to ensure that when she did reveal the truth, she could present it with strength rather than vulnerability.
For now, she had to tread carefully.
'It's time,' Maya thought, taking a steadying breath. 'I have to step in.'
She straightened in her chair, her calm expression giving nothing away as she spoke with a confidence that she hadn't felt a moment ago. "He saved my life."
The words cut through the air like a blade, and for the first time, Alden's composure faltered. His piercing gaze narrowed, shifting to Maya as the atmosphere in the room shifted from probing curiosity to a deeper, more serious tone. His body tensed slightly, though he remained seated, his eyes now locked onto hers.
"He... saved your life?" Alden's voice was low, steady, but there was an undeniable edge to it now. His entire demeanor changed, from polite authority to something far more personal. He was no longer scrutinizing Astron—he was focused solely on his sister.
Maya met his gaze evenly, feeling the weight of the moment settle on her shoulders. "Yes. My life was in danger, and Astron saved me." Her voice remained steady, even as the memories of that night flickered in her mind—the vampire, the fear, the blood.
Alden's eyes darkened, the intensity behind them growing. "Your life was in danger?" His voice, while calm, carried a force that was hard to ignore.
"And I was not informed?"
Alden was angry at that moment.
Chapter 589 - Alden Evergreen (3)
Alden's anger was palpable, though he kept it tightly controlled beneath his calm exterior. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Maya with an intensity that left no room for misunderstanding. He was not just upset—he was furious.
"You were in danger," Alden repeated, his voice now cold and authoritative, every word weighted with the gravity of the situation. "And I wasn't informed?"
Maya could feel the pressure building, the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. Alden had always been protective, and the idea that his sister's life had been in jeopardy without his knowledge was a betrayal of the trust he placed in her. Maya had anticipated this reaction, but facing it now, under the weight of her brother's gaze, was more difficult than she had expected.
"I didn't want to worry you," Maya said carefully, maintaining her calm despite the storm brewing in her brother's eyes. "It was a... complicated situation, and I needed time to process what happened before bringing it to the family's attention."
Alden leaned forward, his fingers steepling as he rested his elbows on the table. His gaze remained unyielding. "Worry me? Maya, I am not some distant figure in your life to be kept in the dark. You are my sister. Your safety is my responsibility.
How could you keep something like this from me?"
Maya held her ground, knowing she had to be measured in her response. "Brother. There was no need to inform you of the matter, as when the opportunity to inform you arose, the matter had hare lady been dealt with."
Alden's gaze remained locked onto Maya, the weight of his concern and frustration clear in the intensity of his stare. His fingers drummed softly against the table, the only outward sign of his simmering anger. But even as the tension thickened between them, Maya could see that Alden was listening—truly listening.
He wasn't a fool. He understood the complexities of life and the dangers that came with their family's position. As much as he hated being left in the dark, he wasn't blind to the fact that he couldn't always protect his sister. But that didn't mean he would accept being shut out when she was in danger.
"I didn't need to inform you," Maya continued, her voice steady and resolute. "The situation was handled, and when the opportunity came to tell you, it was already over. There was no need to bring you into a matter that was resolved."
Alden's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, it seemed like he might push back further. But then something shifted in his expression—a flicker of realization. He knew Maya wasn't reckless, and he knew she wouldn't have made the decision to keep this from him lightly. It was clear that this was her own choice, a deliberate one.
Even so, the anger still lingered beneath the surface. He let out a slow breath, his voice measured but carrying the weight of his unresolved frustration. "I understand you're capable, Maya, but that doesn't change the fact that I deserved to know. You faced a life-threatening situation, and you made the decision to keep it from me."
Maya met his gaze, unwavering. "Yes, I did. And it was my decision to make. I am not a child anymore, Alden."
The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't hostile. Alden leaned back in his chair, his sharp mind working through the implications of what Maya had said. He was still upset—there was no denying that—but he also recognized the truth in her words. As much as he wanted to protect her, he couldn't always be there. And perhaps... Maya had grown more than he realized.
But that didn't mean he would let it go easily.
"I still want to know what happened," Alden said, his tone firm.
Maya took a breath, knowing that now was the time to reveal part of the truth. She had already steeled herself for this conversation, and it was time to make Alden understand.
"Do you remember when I requested a visit to Western Uxbridge?" Maya asked, her voice calm and deliberate.
Alden frowned slightly, his mind turning over the memory. He didn't respond immediately, but after a moment, the realization dawned on him. He nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember. It was during your semester in the academy a few months ago. You wanted to attend a cultural exchange...
or so you said."
Maya nodded. "Yes. While we were there, I was attacked. A vampire. It ambushed me when I was separated from the group."
Alden's expression darkened immediately, the tension returning to his posture. "A vampire? In Western Uxbridge?"
"None of us were aware of that. It all happened too quickly. I was attacked by the vampire, and because of my carelessness, I let myself be captured. It was my own fault."
"And following that, he saved you from the vampire?" Alden's voice was laced with a mixture of disbelief and lingering anger.
Before Maya could respond, Alden's gaze shifted sharply to Astron. Without warning, he reached out, his hand gripping Astron's shoulder with a force that belied his controlled demeanor. The room seemed to grow smaller, the air thick with unspoken tension as Alden scrutinized Astron intently.
Astron remained composed, his posture relaxed despite the sudden shift in the room's dynamics. However, Alden wasn't satisfied. He had always been perceptive, and something about Astron's presence now felt different—more calculated, more enigmatic.
"You say you saved her," Alden stated, his voice now carrying a commanding authority that silenced any further conversation. "Taking down a vampire is no small feat. Vampires are powerful, and even seasoned hunters struggle against them. How did you manage to defeat one?"
Astron met Alden's gaze with unwavering confidence. "The vampire was recovering from a long sleep," he explained, his voice steady. "Its powers were not at their peak. If it had been fully awakened and at full strength, the situation would have been vastly different."
Alden's eyes narrowed further, studying Astron's features. He could sense the calm assurance in Astron's demeanor, but something about him didn't add up. "Recovering from a long sleep?" Alden echoed, his tone skeptical. "That explains its diminished strength, but why wasn't this documented? Vampires don't just sleep for extended periods without leaving any trace."
Astron shrugged lightly. "The circumstances were chaotic. The vampire attacked without warning, and by the time we investigated, most of the evidence had been destroyed or concealed. It was an isolated incident."
Alden didn't relent, his protective instincts over Maya flaring anew. "And you? Were you prepared for this encounter? Do you have any training specifically for dealing with vampires?"
Maya watched the exchange with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that Alden's questions were probing deeper, trying to uncover any inconsistencies that might reveal Astron's true nature or the extent of the situation she had kept hidden.
Astron responded confidently, "No, I did not, and it was also not necessary. I don't need to train specifically for a vampire to kill it; I just need to identify the target. While vampires are formidable, proper preparation and strategy can neutralize their threat, especially if they're not operating at full capacity."
Alden remained silent for a moment, his piercing gaze never leaving Astron's face. The room was thick with tension, every second stretching longer as Alden weighed Astron's words against his own instincts.
Finally, Alden leaned back, his expression still stern but with a hint of grudging respect. "It seems you're more capable than I initially gave you credit for," he admitted. "But Maya, this doesn't change the fact that I should have been informed immediately. Your safety is my responsibility, and keeping me in the dark was unacceptable."
Maya felt a pang of guilt but stood her ground. "I understand, brother. It is just….."
"Sigh, I get it, I get it." Alden sighed, the rigidity in his posture softening just a fraction. "But, still. Next time, make sure to inform me about everything."
He released Astron's shoulder, allowing him to sit back down. The room's atmosphere had shifted, the initial anger now tempered by understanding, though a lingering edge of protectiveness remained in Alden's eyes.
As Alden sat down, he couldn't help but steal another glance at Astron, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. The moment his hand had rested on Astron's shoulder, he had sensed something—something faint but unmistakable.
A subtle yet undeniable trace of intent, one that had momentarily set his instincts on edge. It had been so brief, so carefully concealed, that Alden wasn't entirely sure if it had been deliberate or a natural consequence of Astron's presence.
For someone like Alden, who had been trained to identify even the smallest shifts in energy and intent, feeling even the slightest threat was not something to be taken lightly.
And yet, this man before him—this junior from the academy who seemed so calm and composed—had managed to evoke that sensation, however fleeting. It was enough to make Alden pause, to reconsider his initial assessment of Astron.
He let his gaze travel over Astron again, this time with more scrutiny. On the surface, Astron appeared perfectly normal—calm, respectful, and unassuming. But beneath that exterior, Alden could sense layers of something deeper. Power, perhaps? Or maybe a tightly controlled strength that Astron had yet to fully reveal. It made Alden curious, more than he would ever openly admit.
'This man is not as simple as he appears,' Alden thought, his mind turning over the possibilities. 'And for him to make me feel... even the slightest hint of caution? That's no small feat.'
Astron, for his part, remained as composed as ever, his posture relaxed despite Alden's intense scrutiny. He appeared unfazed by the attention, which only served to deepen Alden's curiosity. Most people, under the weight of Alden's gaze, would have shown at least a flicker of discomfort. But Astron? Not a hint. It was as if he had anticipated this reaction and was prepared for it.
Maya, sensing the shift in her brother's demeanor, glanced between the two of them. Though Alden's anger had subsided, she could tell that his interest in Astron had only grown. He was no longer just evaluating him as a guest—he was analyzing him as a potential unknown, someone who had far more layers than Alden had initially considered.
The room fell into a brief silence as the tension slowly began to dissipate, though Alden's gaze never wavered from Astron. It wasn't until Alden finally leaned back in his chair, his expression softening into something more thoughtful, that the weight of the moment seemed to ease.
"You've certainly made an impression," Alden said at last, his voice measured. There was no longer the sharp edge of confrontation but rather the careful tone of someone weighing their next move. "Maya doesn't trust easily, and for her to bring you into our home… well, that speaks volumes."
Astron met Alden's gaze with a calm confidence. "Thank you for the compliment."
"But still….I am quite curious."
Alden was not satisfied enough.
Chapter 590 - Alden Evergreen (4)
"But still….I am quite curious."
Alden turned to Maya, his sharp blue eyes softening just a touch, though the intensity of his curiosity remained. "Aside from the challenges you two have faced together, Maya... what makes him different from others?" His tone was calmer now, but the underlying seriousness in his words couldn't be ignored.
Maya hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. This was the question she had anticipated but had hoped to avoid for just a little longer. Alden wasn't simply asking out of curiosity—he wanted to understand the depth of her connection to Astron, to see beyond the surface.
She glanced at Astron, who remained composed, quietly watching the exchange unfold. He wasn't one to offer much unless asked directly, always calculating, always careful. That was one of the many things she admired about him. It was also one of the things that made him difficult to explain to her brother.
Taking a breath, Maya chose her words carefully. "Astron is... different because of the way he handles himself, brother. It's not just about his skills or the fact that he saved my life, though that in itself is significant. It's the way he approaches everything with a level head, the way he sees the world." She paused, her mind reaching for the right explanation. "He's unlike anyone else I've met.
His actions are calculated, and his decisions are made with precision. He doesn't act rashly, nor does he let emotions cloud his judgment. In a world where many rely on brute strength or sheer power, Astron stands apart because of his mind."
"Ho?"
Alden's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unreadable. He was listening intently, waiting for more.
"And," Maya continued, "there's something else. When I'm with him, I feel like I can rely on him—not just in combat but in understanding things that others might overlook. He... sees things differently, and that has made all the difference in how we've navigated the situations we've faced."
Alden raised an eyebrow, still skeptical but intrigued. "You speak highly of him. But trust, Maya, is not something to be given lightly. Do you believe he will continue to prove himself worthy of it?"
Maya nodded without hesitation. "I do. He's earned that trust, and I believe he will continue to do so."
"Interesting. You said he approaches everything differently, and he sees the world beyond what many see. Can you please elaborate?" Alden's curiosity was evident, though his tone remained calm and measured.
Maya paused, considering how best to explain it. "It's just as I said. Astron sees what many tend to overlook. Where most people might focus on the immediate problem, he's already thinking several steps ahead, analyzing details that others would miss entirely. From where a normal person might draw one conclusion, he can draw three, or even more."
Alden's expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of interest in his eyes. "So, he's observant, then."
Maya nodded. "Indeed. He notices the little things—the subtleties in people's actions, the patterns in how they react. And he uses that understanding to make decisions that others might not even consider. It's not just about what's happening at the moment but how that moment fits into a larger picture. It's what's kept us safe more than once."
Alden leaned back, his eyes once again drifting toward Astron. "Being observant can be a powerful trait," he mused, his voice thoughtful. "It's rare to find someone who can see beyond the surface, who can calculate multiple possibilities with such precision. That's not a skill you simply pick up—it takes time, experience, and a particular mindset."
He folded his arms across his chest, studying Astron more closely. "If what my sister said is true, you may give me an example then?"
Astron's violet eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he met Alden's gaze. The room was quiet, the tension palpable as Alden leaned back, waiting for a response. Astron didn't flinch under the scrutiny, but rather embraced it, allowing the ambient mana to flow into his senses. His eyes, now shining faintly with mana, began to absorb the details that lay hidden beneath the surface.
He focused on Alden, filtering through the layers of normal and special mana traces that clung to his clothes and form.
"A simple example?" Astron's voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with insight as he began to speak. "Let me start with the most obvious—your attire, for instance. You recently attended a meeting, likely formal. The fold lines on your shirt and the slight stiffness at the collar tell me that much.
However," he paused, his eyes flicking to a subtle mark on Alden's cuff, "the mana traces clinging to your clothes suggest that before that, you spent some time in a place where earth-metal attributed mana is abundant. Judging by the distinct concentration and type of mana, I'd wager a mine. You didn't linger long, but long enough for the traces to stick."
Alden's eyes darkened slightly, but he remained silent, allowing Astron to continue.
"Now, there's more," Astron said, his voice steady but his words sharp. "I see you're a perfectionist—everything about your appearance screams of precision. Your clothes, despite having traces of that meeting and the mine, are immaculately kept. You make sure that no part of your attire is out of place, and your shoes are polished to a shine, though they've seen recent activity."
Astron's gaze briefly flicked to Maya, who watched silently, her expression unreadable, then back to Alden.
"And yet, there's a personal matter," Astron added, his tone still calm but the implications unmistakable. "The faint scent lingering on you, barely noticeable to most, is of someone else—a woman, to be precise. Judging by the distinct scent of high-altitude air and faint traces of her mana, I would say this occurred recently, possibly on an airship. Your secretary, perhaps?
The connection is… intimate."
Alden's brow furrowed, but his expression remained otherwise impassive. Astron was not finished.
"And lastly," Astron's eyes narrowed, honing in on an almost invisible tremor in Alden's left hand, "you've developed a dependency on a certain substance. The specific residue on your fingers and the faint trembling are telltale signs. You likely consume it daily, in the morning. It's controlled enough that you function normally, but the signs are there."
Astron's eyes glinted with a deeper understanding as he took in the final layer of his deduction. His voice lowered, but the intensity in his words sharpened.
"The substance you've grown dependent on," Astron began slowly, "isn't just any common stimulant or recreational drug. No, it's far more sophisticated than that." His gaze flicked back to Alden's trembling hand, then up to meet his eyes again. "It's [Varexium], a high-end drug that's both rare and… dangerous. It's not something the average person can even access, let alone afford.
Only those with the right connections can get their hands on it, and only a select few can endure its long-term use without severe side effects."
Alden's eyes narrowed slightly, though his face remained unreadable. His fingers unconsciously flexed as if testing the stability of his hand, the tremor now more evident in the stillness of the room. He didn't speak, but his silence was telling.
"You likely use it to enhance focus or endurance," Astron continued, his tone measured. "A drug meant to sharpen the mind, to keep you functioning at peak performance. However," his gaze flicked to the slight discoloration at the edges of Alden's fingernails, "even Varexium has its cost. It's addictive, and it leaves traces—not just on your body but in your behavior."
Maya's breath hitched slightly beside him, though she kept her composure, listening intently. Alden, however, remained stoic, the barest twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his reaction to the revelation.
Astron pressed on, "You must have powerful contacts to source it. But no matter how controlled it may seem now, the dependency will only deepen with time. And the people who deal in this particular substance? Well, they're not the sort to let their clients walk away freely."
A heavy silence filled the room as Astron finished, his words lingering in the air like a subtle challenge. Alden's sharp blue eyes bore into Astron, their previous amusement now replaced with something far more calculating. He seemed to weigh the young man before him, assessing the accuracy of his words and the implications of what had just been revealed.
Finally, Alden spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "You know your substances well. I'd be curious to know how you came across such knowledge... but that's a conversation for another time." His tone was even, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "It seems you've done more than just protect my sister. You've clearly learned how to navigate certain… circles."
Astron remained silent, simply meeting Alden's gaze without wavering, waiting to see what would come next.
Maya's gaze slowly shifted from Astron to Alden, her expression torn between disbelief and concern. She had known her brother to be secretive and, at times, indulgent in things most wouldn't dare touch, but this was different. "Brother… is that true?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, Alden said nothing, his sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly as he met her gaze. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed—a low, amused chuckle that echoed through the room, breaking the tension. He leaned back in his chair, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Maya, dear," he began, his tone light but laced with something darker. "No matter how superhuman someone might appear, in the end, we all have our addictions. Our crutches. It's human nature, after all. Some are more obvious—some can be hidden behind polished exteriors and perfect performances—but they're always there. Mine just happens to be a bit...
refined."
Maya's breath caught in her throat at his words. Her brother's nonchalance, his almost casual admission, felt like a slap to the face.
Her gaze drifted toward Astron, who was quietly sitting across from her, composed as always, silently eating his meal with the same meticulous care he applied to everything else in his life. Her heart tightened. There was her addiction, sitting right in front of her.
Alden smiled knowingly as he watched the subtle exchange between Maya and Astron. There was a quiet understanding in the way Maya's gaze lingered on Astron, and Alden, ever perceptive, didn't miss it. His earlier skepticism began to shift into something more nuanced—an appreciation, perhaps, for the weight of the bond between them.
Leaning back in his chair, Alden spoke, his voice carrying an amused edge, "Well if your combat capabilities are as sharp as your observational skills, I suppose I can't complain too much. Though it seems you're already proving yourself in ways I hadn't anticipated."
Astron, composed as ever, gave a slight nod. "Of course, Lord Evergreen. I am a student of Arcadia Hunter Academy for a reason, after all." His voice carried a quiet confidence, not boastful but assured.
But at the same time, it also served as a warning.
'You have tested me enough; now cease your constant reprimanding tone.'
And Alden was someone who could read between the lines. It was the basic quality for a person who was now leading the family, after all.
Chapter 591 - Alden Evergreen (5)
Alden chuckled softly, shaking his head in mild amusement. "I should have expected as much. Arcadia doesn't produce anyone less than exceptional. I suppose I'll have to accept that Maya has chosen someone with more than just brains."
Maya, who had remained quiet throughout the exchange, finally allowed herself to relax, though her thoughts still lingered on the subtle tensions beneath the surface. There were layers to the evening that hadn't been fully uncovered, secrets that lay buried between the three of them. And yet, for now, there was a temporary reprieve.
Alden's laughter had softened the atmosphere, easing the tension that had once thickened the air.
But Maya knew her brother well. His acceptance of Astron wasn't full or complete. There would be more questions and more tests, and Alden, in his own way, would continue to evaluate Astron—perhaps not as directly as before, but certainly with the same scrutiny.
"Let's finish dinner," Alden said, gesturing toward the meal laid out before them. "After all, I'd hate for good food to go to waste, especially after such an enlightening conversation." His smile remained, but Maya knew it was laced with the unspoken understanding that this was just the beginning.
As they returned to their meal, the room settled into a quieter rhythm, though the weight of Alden's earlier revelation still hung over them. Maya's mind wandered back to her brother's nonchalant admission of his own vices and, more disturbingly, to the realization that Astron's presence in her life had become an unspoken addiction of her own.
She glanced at him, sitting calmly across from her, and felt that familiar tightening in her chest—the weight of something unspoken but undeniably present.
Alden's voice broke through her thoughts once more, his tone light but edged with curiosity. "You know, Astron, if you've mastered observation and combat, it wouldn't hurt to show me firsthand one day. I'd be interested to see what kind of hunter Arcadia has produced."
Astron met Alden's gaze with that same unwavering calm. "I'd be happy to demonstrate, should the opportunity arise."
Alden's smile widened, his curiosity deepening. "I'll hold you to that."
As the conversation shifted, Alden's intense gaze softened into something more conversational. His sharp features, once honed with the weight of scrutiny, now relaxed as he turned his attention to lighter topics. "So, Astron, tell me—how has life been at the academy? I imagine it's quite different from what most expect."
Astron, never one to miss a beat, nodded. "It's been challenging, as one would expect. The curriculum is rigorous, but it's designed to push students beyond their limits to prepare us for the real world. We've had our share of difficult moments, but that's the nature of a place like Arcadia."
Maya, listening quietly, felt a small sense of relief as the conversation moved away from the earlier tension. Yet, even as Astron spoke, she couldn't shake the lingering feeling that Alden was still assessing him, just from a different angle now.
Alden leaned forward slightly. "I've heard rumors about certain... incidents at the academy. Slip-ups that endangered the students." His voice had a more serious undertone now, though he kept his tone measured. "There was a time when I considered pulling Maya out of there. After all, when safety is compromised, it raises serious questions about the institution's credibility."
Maya stiffened slightly at her brother's words. She knew exactly what he was referring to—the near-disastrous incidents, the fights with creatures far too powerful for students to handle, and the academy's mishandling of certain situations that had put lives in jeopardy. Yet, despite it all, Maya had chosen to stay, determined to continue her journey.
Astron, noting the shift in the conversation, responded with his usual calm. "There have been challenges, yes. And it's true that the academy hasn't always handled things perfectly. But those incidents, as dangerous as they were, also taught us something critical: that the world outside the academy is even less forgiving.
In a way, the academy's trials have hardened us, made us more prepared for the dangers that exist beyond its walls."
Alden didn't seem entirely satisfied with the answer, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought it over. "Hardened, yes. But at what cost?" His voice was low, carrying the weight of an older brother who had nearly lost his sister once and wasn't eager to let it happen again.
"It is definitely understandable. When a life is lost, it never comes back. I know that feeling well."
Hearing Astron's words, Alden fell silent for a moment, his sharp gaze softening slightly as if he understood the deeper weight behind Astron's statement. There was something unspoken in those words, a shared experience of loss that needed no further explanation. Alden's eyes narrowed briefly, contemplating this new layer of Astron that had been revealed.
The calm yet somber tone in his voice spoke of someone who had faced that irreversible pain—someone who had seen death and understood its cost all too well.
For a second, the room seemed to hold its breath. Maya, watching both men, could feel the gravity of the moment settling between them. Alden, though always quick to judge, was not blind to the nuances of those who had seen the world's darkest side.
Astron, remaining composed, did not rush to fill the silence. He knew better than to defend something that didn't deserve defense. "The academy's slip-ups," he continued, his voice steady but firm, "were their mistakes. Their own incompetence, and I won't make excuses for them. Those incidents were mishandled, and it cost people more than just their peace of mind.
It's something that should never happen."
He paused, letting those words sink in before continuing. "But the truth, Lord Evergreen, is that the world outside the academy is becoming more dangerous with each passing second. I believe you're already aware of this. What's happening isn't confined to just one place. The threats are growing, and no one is truly safe, no matter how careful we try to be.
To prepare future hunters for the upcoming danger, more risks need to be taken. Whether it's in the academy or beyond its walls, the reality is the same."
Alden's gaze didn't waver, but there was a flicker of something—perhaps recognition—behind his eyes. He had always prided himself on being cautious, on protecting those he cared about. But Astron's words rang with a truth that even Alden couldn't ignore. The world was changing, and the threats lurking within it were no longer things that could be avoided through sheer vigilance alone.
Finally, Alden spoke, his voice measured but carrying a note of reluctant agreement. "You're right. The world is shifting, and the dangers we face are only becoming more complex. I've seen it myself—more than I care to admit. The academy should do better, but I can't argue with the fact that nowhere is truly safe anymore."
Maya, who had been silent until now, felt a small knot of tension in her chest begin to unwind. Alden wasn't completely convinced, but at least he was listening—understanding the broader picture that Astron was painting.
Astron gave a respectful nod. "All we can do is be prepared. The academy is just a part of that preparation. But it's up to each of us to understand the dangers and face them head-on."
Alden's gaze lingered on Astron for a few more seconds before he finally leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "It seems you've thought this through more than most would. Perhaps I've underestimated the academy's ability to produce more than just warriors."
'I wouldn't say I am a product of the academy.'
Astron thought inwardly, but did not say it out loud. Though certainly, from the second semester onwards, life in the academy would no longer be the same as the first semester. Things would get a lot busier and harder now.
The tension in the room, though still present, had shifted once more. Alden's wariness hadn't disappeared, but there was a quiet acknowledgment between him and Astron now—a subtle respect that hadn't existed before.
"Is this maybe the reason why you wanted to attend that banquet?" Alden asked, his gaze shifting to Maya, then back to Astron, watching carefully for their reactions.
Alden's question came as no surprise. Both Maya and Astron had been expecting it, knowing that Alden's sharp mind would piece together the broader context behind Maya's decision to attend the banquet.
It wasn't something she had taken lightly, and the connections she'd used to gain access had not gone unnoticed by her brother. The question hung in the air, waiting for an answer.
Maya remained composed, but Astron could sense the subtle tension that accompanied her silence. She knew as well as he did that Alden wasn't asking just out of curiosity—he wanted to understand their motives, to see if there was something more at play than just a passing interest in the event.
Astron, calm as ever, met Alden's gaze directly. His voice was steady, measured, as he responded. "Yes, that was part of the reason," he began, his tone even and thoughtful. "The banquet presented an opportunity—an important one. Given the growing dangers we've already discussed, it made sense to be present, to observe and learn. But," he added, pausing for a moment, "there was also a personal reason.
Something separate from the broader dangers."
Alden's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity deepening. "A personal reason?" He echoed, clearly intrigued by the admission but not pressing further—at least not yet. He was a man who knew how to pick his battles, how to gather information without forcing a confrontation. He leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "And you won't elaborate on that, will you?"
Astron shook his head, his expression never wavering. "Not at this time. It's a matter I'm handling on my own. But I can assure you, it's nothing that would endanger your family."
Alden's lips twitched into a half-smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You seem to have a habit of keeping things close to the chest, Astron."
"It's sometimes necessary," Astron replied calmly, his tone neither defensive nor evasive. "Especially in uncertain times."
Maya glanced at her brother, sensing his rising curiosity but also knowing that Astron's measured response had earned a degree of respect from him. Alden was not one to push without reason, and while the vague answer might have left him unsatisfied, he understood when to back down.
Alden leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. "Fair enough. You've made your point." His gaze flicked to Maya, his expression softening slightly. "I only ask because I need to ensure that my sister is safe, no matter what situations she finds herself in."
Astron, sensing the subtle shift in the conversation, leaned forward slightly, his voice calm and resolute. "Rest assured, Lord Evergreen," he began, meeting Alden's gaze with the same unwavering confidence that had carried him through the evening.
"It's the same for me. I won't endanger the people I hold close."
Chapter 592 - Alden Evergreen (6)
"It's the same for me. I won't endanger the people I hold close."
For a brief moment, the room fell into a deep silence, Alden and Maya both caught off guard by Astron's words. Alden's blue eyes widened slightly, not from surprise at Astron's boldness but at the sincerity of his statement.
He had dealt with many people who wielded power and influence, but few were so direct about their intentions, especially when it came to someone as important to him as his sister.
Alden recovered quickly, his sharp gaze softening into something almost thoughtful, though the half-smile from earlier returned. "I see," he said slowly, nodding as if weighing Astron's words in his mind. "Direct, aren't you?"
Meanwhile, Maya felt a sudden warmth rush to her cheeks, her heart skipping a beat as Astron's words echoed in her mind. The people I hold close. She lowered her gaze for a second, her fingers tightening around her fork as she fought to regain her composure. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, though she hoped no one would notice.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed by what he had said—it was more the realization of how much Astron's words meant to her. There was an intimacy in his statement that stirred something within her.
Alden noticed the faint shift in his sister's demeanor. His sharp eyes flicked between Maya and Astron, catching the subtle change in her expression. The blush on her cheeks did not go unnoticed. Though he said nothing, his curiosity deepened. There was clearly more between the two than just camaraderie.
'Heh….Little sister. I guess you are no longer a little child….'
He could not help but shake his head inwardly.
'But, this guy is not that bad.'
Alden sat back in his chair, letting the soft smile linger on his lips as he studied his sister and Astron more closely. He had always been protective of Maya, ensuring that the burdens of their family didn't crush her spirit.
But now, watching the subtle, almost imperceptible exchange between the two, he understood something he had been reluctant to admit: Maya was no longer the little girl he had always sought to shield. She had grown into a capable woman, one who deserved the chance to experience life on her own terms—even if it meant opening herself up to risks he couldn't control.
Alden took a slow breath, allowing the realization to settle. His gaze softened as he turned his attention back to his sister, noticing the way her eyes flickered between him and Astron, a mixture of resolve and vulnerability in her expression. She had always been strong, but this was different. This wasn't just the strength born of duty or the need to uphold the Evergreen name.
This was something deeper, something personal.
"Life and youth," Alden muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. He had been so focused on protecting her that he had nearly forgotten that Maya, too, deserved to experience the joys, the heartbreaks, and the risks that came with living fully.
And perhaps, in Astron, she had found someone who understood her—not just as the sister of Alden Evergreen, but as Maya, an individual in her own right.
Alden shook his head slowly, the soft smile still lingering, though a hint of resignation touched his features. He could see the change in his sister, how much she had grown, and how much she had come to depend on Astron, not just as an ally but as something more. And while his protective instincts hadn't entirely faded, he knew that it was time to let go—at least a little.
Maya, sensing the shift in Alden's demeanor, composed herself. She straightened in her seat, carefully controlling her expression. Her face, once soft with emotion, returned to the calm and poised look she was known for. She had always been good at hiding her deeper feelings, especially around Alden. But now, she wasn't sure if she needed to hide as much.
His acceptance, though subtle, was more than she had expected.
Alden glanced between the two of them one last time, a flicker of curiosity still in his eyes. He had uncovered much tonight—more than he had intended—and while there were still questions, particularly about Astron and his true abilities, Alden knew when to press and when to step back. He wasn't done with Astron, not by a long shot, but for now, it was enough.
"Well," he said, his voice steady, "it seems we've talked quite a bit, and I've learned enough for the evening." He pushed his chair back and stood up, adjusting his robes with a deliberate motion. His eyes lingered on Astron for a moment longer, still assessing but less scrutinizing. "I'll leave you two to the rest of your evening."
Maya blinked, surprised by how suddenly her brother was ending the meal, though she quickly masked her reaction. "You're leaving already?" she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of concern.
Alden smiled warmly at her. "I've kept you long enough. And truth be told, I have matters to attend to in the morning. A good night's rest is what I need." He turned toward Astron, giving him a nod. "Though I'm still curious about what you're truly capable of, Astron, that will have to wait. You'll have to forgive me if I leave you with more questions than answers tonight."
Astron met Alden's gaze, his expression composed and respectful. "Of course, Lord Evergreen," he replied smoothly. "There will be plenty of opportunities to address those curiosities in the future."
Alden chuckled softly, appreciating Astron's tactful response. "I'm sure there will be," he said, his voice carrying a subtle weight that hinted at future encounters. "But for now, I'll bid you both good night."
With that, Alden offered one last smile to his sister before turning and making his way out of the room. His steps were steady, and though he seemed calm, there was a part of him that still carried the weight of the evening's revelations. But for now, he needed rest—and time to think.
As the door closed softly behind him, the room fell into a quiet stillness. Maya exhaled softly, a faint sense of relief washing over her now that her brother had left. She glanced across the table at Astron, her expression softening ever so slightly. There was still so much left unspoken between them, so much that had been left simmering beneath the surface throughout the evening.
"Finally," she muttered under her breath, her lips curving into a small, almost weary smile. "I thought he'd never leave."
Astron, ever composed, gave a small nod though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "He's thorough, your brother. But I'd say it went better than expected."
Maya couldn't help but laugh softly at that, shaking her head. "You don't know him like I do. This was just the beginning. He'll be watching closely, even if he doesn't say it." She paused for a moment, her gaze softening as she looked at Astron. "But… thank you. For handling him so well.
I know it wasn't easy."
Astron's expression didn't change. "It wasn't difficult. Besides, he's only looking out for you."
Maya's heart tightened slightly at those words, but she nodded. "Still… I appreciate it."
Just as the atmosphere between them began to settle, the door creaked open slightly, and Alfred, the Evergreen family's head servant, entered the room with his usual composed demeanor. He gave a respectful bow, his expression polite yet unreadable, as always.
"Pardon the interruption," Alfred said smoothly, his voice low and respectful. "But I wished to inquire if there was anything else you required. Desserts and tea are prepared, should you wish to partake."
Maya glanced at Astron, a moment of silent communication passing between them. She could sense that the evening's discussions, while more relaxed now, were far from over. There were still things she needed to say, things she wanted to address without the shadow of her brother looming over them.
She gave a soft nod, her eyes flickering back to Alfred. "Yes, desserts would be lovely. Thank you, Alfred."
Maya stood up gracefully, smoothing her dress as she glanced back at Alfred. "Bring the desserts to the garden, please," she requested, her voice calm yet decisive.
Alfred bowed respectfully. "Of course, my lady. I will have them brought out shortly." Without missing a beat, he turned to carry out her instructions, his movements fluid and efficient.
As he left, Maya turned to Astron, her eyes soft but carrying the weight of unspoken thoughts. She gestured for him to follow her. "Let's take a walk," she said quietly, her voice now free from the formal tone she had used all evening.
Astron rose from his seat, his movements smooth and deliberate, as he followed her toward the large doors leading to the family's expansive garden. The cool evening air greeted them as they stepped outside, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating the path ahead.
The garden was serene, a peaceful retreat from the intensity of the evening's conversation, with the subtle scent of jasmine and roses wafting through the air.
Maya led him down the path; her footsteps quiet against the stone. After a few moments of walking in silence, she finally spoke, her voice much softer now.
As they strolled through the garden, Maya finally broke the silence, her voice soft but carrying a hint of curiosity. "So, regarding the banquet… Is everything in order on your end?" she asked, casting a sideways glance at Astron. "You know it's this Wednesday."
Astron nodded calmly, his expression composed. "Nearly everything is ready," he said, his voice steady. "The final details are falling into place."
Maya smiled at his response but couldn't resist teasing him. "And your suit?" she asked, her tone light, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.
Without missing a beat, Astron reached into his storage ring and pulled out a neatly folded suit. It was sharp, sleek, and efficient—much like him. But as Maya looked at it, her smile turned into a small, amused shake of her head.
"This won't do," she said, her tone carrying a hint of playful disapproval.
Astron raised an eyebrow but remained silent for a moment as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he spoke with a faint sigh, "Is it too low in quality for someone attending as your aide?"
Maya nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "As expected, you didn't miss the point. Yes, it's not quite fitting for someone accompanying me." She glanced at the suit again, knowing Astron had probably chosen it for practicality and efficiency rather than appearances. "We'll need something more fitting for the occasion."
Astron didn't seem bothered by the critique. Instead, he simply nodded, his tone calm as always. "I understand. What do you suggest?"
"Tomorrow," Maya said, her smile widening, "we'll go to the city and visit our family's exclusive tailor. He'll create something custom for you. Something that matches the importance of this banquet."
Astron glanced at her, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features as he thought it over. "A custom suit?" He wasn't one for extravagant displays, but he understood the importance of appearances, especially in a setting like this. "Very well. If that's what's needed."
Maya chuckled softly, appreciating his straightforwardness. "Trust me, it'll be worth it. And while we are at it, I might as well give a tour for you; wouldn't that be great?"