Hearing Ines's appalled distressed voice enrages me. She has been nothing but supportive towards me, much more than Verulkya, who wanted to keep me away from Seinnissia since our first meeting.
{That!…}.
Then it clicks me. The obvious answer laying before me from the very beginning.
"You helped the Mirror Me to hijack me from Azthea…".
Verulkya turns to observe me, disbelief mixed with surprise is plastered across her gorgeous stupefied face, a sentiment that only intensifies with my next statement.
"Otherwise you couldn't know about the Mirror Me performing an Exodus. Preparing Girlande's presence, a Deaconess, to perform the Exorcism. But this action wasn't intended for him. It was for me…".
{You thought that «Saving me» would put me on your side?!}.
"You must be who gave him the dagger to steal my Gift. You didn't even flinch when i said it!. Because you already knew!".
"Valto…"
"Fuck Off!. With what damned right do you dare to take me out from my world?!. My life wasn't the best. But it was mine to do as much as i pleased!. And while alone. I did it all on my own accord to honor my parents, even if it was insufficient to surpass them".
"I…".
"Shut Up!". I cut her off. "I may not belong to Loutharn, but i wasn't born yesterday. What an incredible coincidence that Seinnissia received a triple marriage proposal, along a Duel for the following day, basically not having a way to do the slightest preparation possible".
{«Who in Fettiyio can do such a deed besides you?!»}.
"Did you thought that Nissi would lose?. That i would abandon her?!. That i wouldn't stand by her side?!. Or you knew i will be there for her, and decided to threaten the Sunderzen House!. So she ensure to withdraw the information from me!. And what is worse. You dare to attempt the same with Ines!".
"It's not as you believe. I'm alone. I only have you, «Valto»".
"You will remain alone Mediocre Spinster!. I have no respect for anyone who can't deal with me on their own. Resorting to blackmail those who earned my affection!. Pathetic!".
"Valto!". She hugs me strongly. But i slide down by making me slippery with the lube's assistance, pushing her arms off me, rolling to the side almost falling of the bed.
"Rot in Fettiyio!. Or in the stupid moon of Azthea!, that disgusted you so much!".
"Don't be childish. I'm doing this for our future!".
"«Our»?. What «Our»?!. Egoistic Wicked Witch!. You are not the Matriarch of the Vecturion House, if not a fucking «Tyrantess»".
The label gets deep into Verulkya, sitting on the bed's edge, bringing her trembling hand to rest on her cleavage, painfully gasping for air. "No Valto. I'm not like her…".
{Again with this, Nickname?!. Who is?… , «Notva, Natvoshka». «Vurel, Verulkya». «Valto, Vol»…}.
"I'm different to our mother. You have to believe me, Volttair!…".
My sanity evaporates as much as Verulkya's, unable to stand it for longer.
"I am, «VURCKAIR»!". My hands clench into fists, launching an uppercut punch in my weird laying position over the bed.
Even in her distracted state, Verulkya is fast to deploy her telekinetic powers, ceasing my motion, imprisoning my body, and lifting me in the air.
My halo turns black, coating my silhouette with a dense obscure Bodsh that emulates additional mass, making me a lot heavier, forcing Verulkya to put an effort to hold me.
{You are not invincible. Radiance and Spirituality are «Weaknesses» that interfere with ourselves, easing the access for magic to interact with others, affecting us in return too. Thanks for teaching me that fact…}.
Just as there are Enclosed Amalgams accessible solely under completing certain requirements. Other worlds must have their respective limitations as well. That is why Verulkya used the Mirror Me. This distinct Exodus bypassing the limitations imposed by Azthea itself.
{I'm not the damn replacement for the Old Man!. I'm the future. He is inferior, obsolete, and disposable. He knows it, preferring to commit suicide instead of facing me. That «Sore Loser»!…}.
Knowing he is alive due to the comments of Vestaria and the Mirror Me, gives me another point of view to understand my situation.
{The Old Man must have partake in an Exodus too. Returning to Loutharn after his life ended in Azthea…}.
Verulkya is stunned, her gaze lost with tears rolling down her cheeks. Realization hitting her harder than my punch could. Because she understands that i am aware of how to return to Azthea, even if it involves doing something as cowardly as ending my own life.
{Since you enjoy extorting others. I'll resort to the same method. Leave now, and don't you ever dare to harm those i care about, or i'll return to Azthea. Unlike your nephew, i keep my word, and as you spied on my dreams. I possess the will, courage and conviction to fulfill my statements…}.
My body slowly descends. The Hot Aunt is completely devastated, walking lethargically to the mirror, devoid of desire to continue forward, as her lifeless voice is barely audible.
"If you truly care about others that much, make sure your last Gift is of Vitality, or you'll end up worse than my Mother, «Vestoria Vecturion». Despite of hating her more than i do. Volttair named his daughter after her, to remind me that our siblinghood reached an irreconcilable stage. I neglect my niece because of it. I didn't protect her. I regret that. But the Nydrikoffs are not the responsibles, yet, everything points towards «Netva», Natveria Nydrikova, being the culprit. But that's only apparent, because she is the biggest beneficiary of the ambush against Vestaria. The real perpetrator remains hidden behind a veil of intricate mysteries…".
"Noted, and Engraved".
"Can we «Talk» regularly?. I'll try to not bother you…".
"I'll think about it. You better be paying attention to whenever i feel in the mood to tolerate your presence… , Now leave".
Verulkya crosses the rippling mirror, and i rush to the door, encountering an unconscious Ines on the corridor.
Her hands are on raw skin from banging on the door, tears are already dry on her cheeks, and her beautiful dark lips are parched.
{The door must have some sort of security measure to put her in such state in a short time…}.
Carrying Ines to my bed, i'm close to incinerate the mattress and the ergonomic pillow to get rid off of Verulkya's attractive scent, but that is a blatant stupidity due to my emotional turmoil, focusing on attending the Barking Bitch's injuries, employing a mixture of my natural lube alongside dark wine Emts, increasing its effectivity, corroborating what i discussed with Vosha.
{I'm going to live, for as long as i can before going back to Azthea. Perhaps there is a way to bring others with me…}.
I lean to kiss Ines's lips, but i stop, knowing giving her orally my lube, would be for the best, but too invasive, something i wouldn't care if it were someone else. Still, i tenderly peck her forehead, noticing Verulkya's hand goes out of the mirror.
She allows a pair of scrolls to float and reach the bed, while her fingers dance, writing a sentence with Emts.
"Your Alignment is «True Wine» like me. I will always be watching over you. My Beloved Fated Mate, Vurckair"…