Chocolate cookies’ aroma permeates in this white room. I, who still eating the cookies after dip them into the milk conversing with my assistant — Dana.

“So, you mean you didn’t feel the slightest pain at your breakthrough?” Dana asks curiously after hearing my story.

“Why would I? as long I know where to shift my Qi to the right direction and not try to resist them — there won’t be any pain.” I say, and after a moment I continue, “Nevertheless, it seems the painless breakthrough is impossible except you to have maximum possible meridian — there are many occasions where I must redirect my Qi to meridians created by my bloodline.”

Dana’s soughing after heard my explanation, “Your bloodline is really enviable you know.”

“I know.”

"You know what, you're not humble at all. Oh, how long you will attempt another breakthrough again?"

"I already have the necessary data. So, probably tomorrow, after resting my bloodline one night."

“*(&(*&%*(),” he let out alien language with a vein popping in his forehead.

I immediately calm him down when looking at his angry expression, he takes a deep breath and tries to switch our conversation to other topics.

“I remember that Caldrew comes here last night and ask the mission seal. Did something happened?”

“My mother wants to go to the main continent to solve her permit problem,” I answer casually.

“Isn’t problems is a normal thing in business and usually it would end without conflicts, why would you need to instruct Caldrew to get mission seal?” He asks, confused with my last night instruction.

“This time, she has a problem with a member of Aracorv clan,” I say and then drink the milk, after that I continues, “And I have bad feelings in last few nights.”

“Well, it can’t be helped if that comes from your guts,” he says without sarcasm because my gut sometimes is right.

“Yeah.”

After that, we get silent for a few minutes, “Wait a minute,” like remembering something Dana asks, “the problem isn’t because of your another bloodline, right?”

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“I’m sure that isn’t the case, if they find out my Hylaxis bloodline, they won’t just call my mom to the main continent — They will send their Wyvern rider army here and this place will become a bloodbath.”

“That’s — true I guess,” Dana let out a relieved breath, “Well, I just hope this problem won’t become that bad.”

“Agree.”

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“Aaah, these are the tastiest dish I ever ate. You’re a great cook, uncle.”

“Heh, what I say kiddo, I’m the best at cooking,” the uncle says with a grin on his face while cooking for other customers.

“Can’t argue with that, even my sister eat more than usual.”

His little sister cheek visibly red, and then she gently pinches his stomach.

“Haha, that’s good then kiddo, come back again later,” the uncle laugh hard coarsely when looking at the girl caprice.

“For sure uncle,” he says, then he facing his sister “Want to continue to search the inn?”

“Okay, brother.”

They immediately go outside where shout of sellers are everywhere, clangor from a blacksmith and the dogs barking is added to the cacophony on the streets. It seems this marketplace already at the busy time.

“We need to get out from this market and find somewhere more peaceful,” he says to his sisters, then she nods her head.

After half an hour, they finally can find an inn inside the city with tranquil and splendor of the ancient scenery. Even though Venicia can't see, she can feel the calm atmosphere of this inn.

“Huff, that market earlier is scorching hot,” he says after laying himself in the inn’s bed.

“I agree,” she says, after pausing for a moment she asks, ”Brother, are you already tired?”

“Why? Oh right, you still sweaty from that heat,” he says after looking at his sister.

He immediately gets up from the bed and then lifts her from her wheelchair — bring her to the bathroom with princess carry.

He put Venicia in a bathtub filled with warm water carefully as though he put down a fragile porcelain vase. He washes each part of her body with soap from the inn, even this situation is tantalizing for some perverts, there no lust in his mind, just a big brother’s affection to his little sister.

Different from her brother serious face, there a tinge red on Venicia’s expression. She silently let her brother wash her body.

“If only I — maybe I — brother,” she mumbles silently and then biting her lips. Slowly, drops of tear flow in her cheeks.

“Did you say something?” he vaguely hear Venicia mumble, after look towards her face, he sees a streak of tear from her eyelids, “Wha, is there something wrong?”

“Nothing, just who again we search in this island, brother?” she shifting the topic hurriedly after wiping her tear.

He, of course, don’t believe her ‘nothing’, but he won’t force Venicia to say something she doesn’t want.

“Oh, about that,” he pauses for a moment, not long after he continues, “People said he is a doctor with magical eyes.”

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Unnamed stall owner:

Grotesque bonny

Plain-Jane but Lovely

What with loathe dissimilarity

Rotten pattern however catchy

Now my turn for query

Your gallant fondness

Is it within — or just a case