"I don’t understand. Why do I have to wear something like that?" Ava asked as she got into the carriage with Damon. She was talking about the enormous dress that she was supposed to wear on a ball. "And why do I have to personally meet them?"
"Aren’t you curious about it?"
"About what?"
"The four Dukes." Damon was already sitting inside the carriage. Next to him was Alex. Christoff and James would be acting like the security and are going to ride their own horses.
"I — I came here to fight inside the Arena. Not get involved in some politics." And she needed to hurry. She needed to leave this place as soon as possible. That grimoire that he was talking about was only a bonus.
"The current monarch believed he has the divine right. He is currently the strongest in this place." Damon responded, ignoring her words about politics. Ava sighed.
"And?"
"He has seven divisors. All of them were powerful. Then there were four Dukes. The Dukes are also generals. They have more or less five thousand soldiers working for each of them. The security is their own palaces were tight. This is a rare opportunity. Something that I never expected."
Ava nodded in understanding. The man was telling her these things out of nowhere. This only means one thing. This is somehow related to his mission.
Killing Josef Asad.
Right now, Ava was sure of one thing and that is Damon already had his memories back. She didn’t know how he did it, but she was almost certain that it had something to do with that liquid that he drank the moment he arrived in his Villa. That liquid had a little trace of magick on it. Though she wasn’t sure what kind of potion was that.
She had never seen that potion from the Shaman’s personal list of potions in his grimoire.
"It’s not like you are going to fight with us," Alex chimed in. "Damon was just trying to help you familiarize yourself in this place. You should be grateful"
"And can you please tell me why I need to familiarize myself when my intention is just to earn some... experience?" Ava asked. Alex didn’t know the deal that she had with Damon. The others think that Ava didn’t know about their real mission. In fact, they think Damon was just going to let her brew some potion for them. So, there is no point in talking about the assassination right now. "I thought I would be brewing potions?" she asked.
"Can you just stop complaining?" Alex snapped.
"This dress is too heavy. I can’t imagine myself wearing a large ball gown from the nineteenth century."
"You should be grateful that Damon is going to escort you to this ball."
"But I didn’t even want to go to this ball," Ava said. First and foremost, she didn’t want to personally meet Josef Asad. She was certain that the man would be there. All she needed was to watch his face from afar, just to confirm if he really looked like Matthew. After that, she would decide if she would kill him or not.
Then she was planning to run towards the Arena so she could leave.
"You will act as my escort for the night," Damon said.
"What about Alex?"
"She is a knight. My knight." Damon said. "Though... I would have to warn you. Some people aren’t as accepting as others. Some blatantly hate other- worlds like us."
...
When Damon said that some people aren’t as accepting as others, Ava expected something like glares and unwelcome gazes.
What she didn’t expect was the blatant disrespect that these people do.
Soon, she realized that the people inside this world treated other- worlders as commoners.
The whispers that surrounded them when they arrived were deafening. She could hear people calling them criminals, while some were calling them murderers.
She eyed Damon, and the latter just nodded in response.
Of course, she knew why this was happening.
The people who come here were mostly criminals hunted by the authorities and trillium.
"Chin up," Damon whispered.
"Don’t get too close," she leaned back. She was holding his arms — something that she didn’t want to do. She looked at him and realized that he was smirking at her.
"Smile," he said.
Ava straightened her back as she tried to ignore the other people’s gazes. She focused her attention on her heavy dress. How did the people in the nineteenth century manage to wear such dresses while walking outside?
It’s hot, she thought inwardly. And the corset was too tight.
She wanted to complain, but she could only smile on the outside. This was her own choice. There is no point in complaining anymore.
To be honest, she was here because she was curious about Josef Asad, too.
Does he really look like Matthew?
"Lord Damon..."
The two of them looked at the man wearing a brilliant burgundy suit. Blond and tall, the man attracted a lot of attention from the surrounding women.
"Ah... Lord Liam..." Damon said. Hearing this, Ava smiled at the man. A shifter. She was certain of that.
In this place, shifters and witches are considered normal. Of course, other supernaturals that existed in this place piqued her interest, too. Right now, Ava was pretty sure that this place was a place for the supernatural. The pits weren’t the dark place that the Shaman wanted her to believe. If the Shaman knew about it in advance, then there is a high chance that he sent Ava here to do something else.
Damnit, old man! Ava cursed inwardly.
But then again, the old man sent her here to gain some experience. He sent her here to learn how to control her magick.
"Lord Josef and the rest were waiting for you." The man named Liam said. "Please follow me?"
Ava’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the name Josef. Still, she managed to calm herself down and maintained a calm smile as the man named Liam lead them to a different entrance.
This time, the entrance was much quieter and looked more elegant than earlier. Then the man led them towards an elegant living room with only a few people in it.
However, Ava had no time to even look at the rest of the people inside the room. Her gaze was already glued to the man who looked exactly like... Matthew.
Josef Asad.
...
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