"Hey, Tosh." A man calls to him, his brother in military uniform. He finds himself in his ten-year-old self, in his original world. Holding a ball, he gazes towards his brother.

"Want to play…" His brother says, smiling.

Without a comply he nod. The dream was pure, very nostalgic as they play basketball through which he knows they're in their backyard. But the dream gave him the devoid side where he suddenly embroils by blood appearing in his brothers' grave. After which he saw him in a box, chopped as his open eyes stared at him.

Awake, he could feel the freezing atmosphere stinging his skin in bitterness cold. The dream gushes his past memories, 'Tosh' a nickname given to him by his deceased brother.

"I need to empty my bladder." He sighs when suddenly he saw the pouch given to him by Lucas. He loosens the tight to see a bracelet with copper and silver coin in it.

Much to his wary action and how Lavrish sees him as a stillmage an endanger, despised and destructive race. He takes consideration.

"What if this has a magical track on it, what if this has some effect." That's what he thought.

After taking his 'natures call' behind the corners of the tree he suddenly saw Lavrish sitting on a stone watching the night sky. A perfect chance to may revert their offer plus he couldn't even sleep and the three bottles of ale still in dominates.

"I thought women sleep more often to have more fair skin beauty," Akatosh said as he walks towards her.

Lavrish chuckles. "I didn't know that. I just had my recent shift… You seem quite tense." She continues.

"Nothing usual, it just that I couldn't sleep that's all." He says sitting right next to her, facing her luscious body. "Also, I think this is too much for me." Akatosh implores passing her the pouch given to him by Lucas.

She didn't take back the bag, she only looked at him in enthrall face, placing her palm on her cheeks with her crossed leg embarrassing Akatosh. The situation became awkward that Akatosh couldn't help but blush in front of her.

"There's no need to be conservative, I haven't cursed it with enchantment, would I?" She jags.

He couldn't bear her chastised words, for his face to turn red unable to face her directly. She knew how avoiding he was, and of course, throwing a bag in front of a lady wouldn't be so good thing to do only if she was a man.

"It seems you haven't noticed about that thing, no?" she asks.

"Well…" Retrieving his hand.

Lavrish chuckles. "In the past, stillmage were regarded as people who have magnificent power. At a young age, the parents would send their stillmage children to the mage academy training to control their magic. But as time change the kingdoms began to sought every stillmage, training them to be a perilous soldier for the kingdom. It is said that they were the ones who help in sealing the past era, the fabled story of Seth, no?" she said calmly and slow magically materializing a pipe.

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"Yes, I know that story," Akatosh answered.

"And the most famous of them all is the stillmage who killed the first arc sage of Maginum and went toe to toe with arc sage Azageis. He even took on the most powerful empire in which he destroyed two major cities, including Ilmasher the first most powerful kingdom during Azageis time, which is now Starhim in today's era."

"I've heard Azageis is still alive roaming the place. I also heard he was the Maginum leader." He said intently looking at her eyes.

"Yes, people would still call him, but he lay down his title that's what the rumors said. Now, stillmage today is dwindling, and it's quite easy to distinguish them for they have a very calm flow of mana undetectable, more refine than that of an elf but if that person had high magic, he could tell which is which." She says inhaling the smoke.

"Well, to be true I don't have any magic abilities, that's why Chifya mistook me as a stillmage."

"Too, even I can tell you're a stillmage by just sensing your magic, but there seems to be no mana living in you. Stillmage has a very calm flow of magic but deep inside is a hoard of mana flowing within them. They can also be detected using 'Seeking orb', except- -" she says remembering how she felt the horrific power when Akatosh suddenly draw the first seal.

"I don't have the ability to sense magic energy but about this bracelet." He said looking at it,

"Ara… so you notice already, precisely why I'm telling you about stillmage. That thing is an artifact that conceals magic energy, masking your presence. However, it is useless when it comes to 'seeking orb'."

"I see… so just by wearing it I can cloak myself being a stillmage."

"Exactly," said Lavrish.

"I see… so why all this?"

Lavrish just smile and said. "A lady's gift."

"I see…" He answered. "To be honest… you're the first lady I have competent in chat than every other woman I encounter who always, nearly croak my life."

Lavrish chuckles, a peal of very alluring laughter. "You just had a bad taste in women or maybe I'm just the one in common." She positions her lustful body for temptation.

Blush he was, stiffing to see her directly he aside his eyesight. "Returning back, you're one of the very few who have a word with me… hardly, people in the guild would come for a talk." Lavrish continues.

"The night is still young; I can help your asperity with women." She said, teasing and tempting him.

Finding for an excused he remembers the book, the grimoire. "By the way, I've got something I want to decipher." He asks while searching the grimoire. Yet unknown to him Lavrish took notice of his action and the bag.

"No fair." She said backing out her needler affairs. "But… I can take your order for a price" she again indulges, tempting in desire.

After lending her the grimoire. Lavrish was surprised, she tells the immense magical presence to conceal through the book by itself. "Whe-Where did you get this…" She asks.

"Through my travels." He reasons.

"These are but dragon tongue, which even I can't decrypt."

"Dragon tongue?" he questions.

"Yes… an ancient language that is said to have been lost for thousands of generations, only a few translations remain… scattered in pieces." She says returning the grimoire, but she quickly takes it back before Akatosh could grab its edge. "About that price, I've taken an interest in you." Lavrish smiled as she slowly inches her way to him.

"Aren't you being more concern about Lucas or the caravan?" He reasons her but seems to be paralyzed by her magic.

Lavrish giggles. "Ara… he has his parenting." She says teleporting them to a different place, an isolated forest.

Still under the influence of alcohol and her mischievous temptation she slowly engulfs him with desires. He never expected this to escalated quickly and was embarrassed.

"I- -" before Akatosh could usher for a way out Lavrish pressed his lips using her fingers.

"Hush… I'll take care of you…" She says pressuring him to deep desire.