“To lose weight?”
Syn sighed before she asked, "And?"
Aleister stared blankly as he thought up of a reasonable answer. “Well, losing weight is really just a natural outcome of the fact that I need to be in shape to be a Weaver. Because, I can’t exactly fight while being out of shape. Well, I could, but that would be really bad for me.”
“Wait, you aren’t a Weaver yet?” Myra asked. “But, then, how do you have a contractor?”
Aleister shrugged. “Unfortunately, it appears that because of some extenuating circumstances, I’m currently not able to become a Weaver through the normal way one would become one. Though, if I pray to a god enough, I could become one that way.”
“You can become a Weaver in multiple ways?” Myra continued to inquire. “I thought you had to be born one?”
“Being born one is the easiest way. Gaining the favour of a god is the second way, and then there’s the most difficult way of understanding the world or something, which is unfortunately the method I need to use,” Aleister explained.
“Look at you now, its only been a few weeks since you learned about all of this and here you are flaunting this knowledge off,” Syn teased as Aleister ignored her.
“C—Could you teach me?” Myra asked as her eyes seemed to glisten.
“Well, if I could, I would,” Aleister said. “The problem is that right now I’m not quite sure what exactly I’m supposed to even do in the first place.”
Myra looked away. “So I have you’re saying that its impossible for me to become a Weaver.”
“That is quite the exaggerated takeaway from what I said, but you don’t even need to study the arcane to become a Weaver. You just need to find a way to activate your bloodline,” he explained. “Or in this case its more likely that I need to find a way, and by I obviously was referring to you. Have any ideas Syn?”
“Just have her consume a white onyx crystal,” Syn said in a deadpan voice.
“Yeah, just casually obtain another white onyx crystal,” Aleister mocked. “I forgot that those grew on trees.”
“Wait, my bloodline? White onyx crystal? What are you talking about?” Myra asked.
“‘I hope I’m not the one breaking the news to you, but you’re a demihuman.”
Myra tilted her head as asked, “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that you carry a demonic bloodline from at least one of your parents,” Aleister said. “I only speculated it based on some non concrete reasoning, but Syn confirmed it.”
“Who is Syn and I have a demonic bloodline? Isn’t that bad?”
Syn materialized into her raven form and perched on Aleister’s shoulder. “I’m Syn, his contractor.”
Myra bowed down. “It is my honor to meet you.”
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“I didn’t even realize you could speak to others in that form,” Aleister mused. “But I’m going to put that aside as I instead ask you, how would having a demonic bloodline be bad?”
“Demons and demonic stuff sounds like it would be evil,” she said.
“Quite the common misconception, but demons aren’t inherently evil,” Aleister said. “I know that doesn’t sound quite right, but bear with me. Most people use the terms devil and demon interchangeably, which is incorrect. Devils are a type of fiend. Demons are also a type of fiend and are more bestial in nature.”
“I didn’t realize you were so well versed in the topics of fiends,” Syn said.
“I wouldn’t say well versed, but I have done some research,” he said with a smug face.
Syn pecked at his ear. “Don’t get too full of yourself now. You’ve only scratched the surface.”
“I know.”
Myra still stood there with a blank stare on her face. “I don’t think I quite understood all of what you said.”
“I’m saying that just because you have a demonic bloodline doesn’t mean you’re evil.”
“What is this about a demonic bloodline I’m hearing about?” Master asked as she walked through the kitchen door without any warning.
“M—master!” Myra exclaimed as she deeply bowed.
“Oh, perfect,” Aleister said with a slight delay. “Since you’re here, you can save me the trouble from having to walk to your office to embarrass myself when I ask if you happened to have an extra white onyx crystal.”
“I have a few,” Master replied. “And they can be yours for the lowly fifty thousand gold coins each.”
Myra trembled as she heard such a vast amount of currency being mentioned, while Aleister just rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know why I bothered to ask.”
“Let the girl sit on the Crystal Throne,” Syn said to Master.
“You want a random maid to sit on something as dangerous as the Vitreus Solum?” Master looked at her with a raised eyebrow but the faintest of smiles appeared on her face.
“Wait, why does that actually make sense,” Aleister said, his head tilted downward. “Since the Crystal family also has a demonic bloodline that is activated in such a manner, it might even work for you.”
“Then why didn’t you sit on it when I made the offer?” Master asked.
“Ah yes, along with my elven and human ancestry, I also happen to have a third, demonic bloodline hidden away,” Aleister scoffed.
“I’m not allowed to even re-enter Castle Kaynmur until my ban is lifted,” Master said. “So you need to ask Gilmore if you wish to visit.”
“Don’t worry, I was going to ask dad anyway if you said no,” Aleister said.
Master took out a large glass jar with a wooden seal from a small leather pouch that appeared infinitely too small to hold anything. “While you’re there, fill this up with some Anima Caligo.”
Aleister caught the jar and after a quick examination said, “Alright.”
Master looked at him with a quick glance of suspicion, but didn’t say anything.
“How do you feel knowing that you get the opportunity to sit upon the what did she call it...ah yes—Vitreus Solum?” Aleister asked.
Myra looked dazed and confused as small droplets of sweat visibly dropped from her forehead. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
“You didn’t even tell her the possible dangers of doing so,” Master said.
“Oh, I felt that was implied when you mentioned them existing earlier,” Aleister said. “But yeah, there’s a good chance you will get a severe or multiple severe injuries, become a cripple, or even die. So it’s your choice if you want to proceed with a such a dangerous and unproven method. Especially so since the white onyx crystal exists, though, fifty-thousand gold is not a reasonable price.”
“Unfortunately for you, I hold about thirty percent of the condensed white onyx crystals in existence,” Master said. “And unfortunately for me, the annoying buggers at Mirror Mountain holding sixty percent, with the last twenty percent spread across the rest of the world.”
“Oh no, you only own thirty percent of one of the most valuable resource in the entire world,” Aleister derided. “I sure do feel so bad for you.”
“I’m not going to entertain you any further,” Master said. “Just know that my offer to heal you don’t also apply to the maid. You’re an exception, she is not. Now excuse me.”
Myra opened her squeezed fists up, revealing indentations from her sharp nails. “I’ll risk it, even if I become a cripple. I don’t know if I would be able to live with myself knowing that I turned down a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
Aleister noticed that there was personal intent and reason in her desires to become a Weaver, but didn’t pry into it for now.