Dyon smiled hearing this name, âAlexandria⊠huh, so thatâs where Ri comes from? Iâm still going to call you feu glace,â he said winking.
Dyon was going to turn to the crowd when he suddenly remembered something, âoh yea⊠why do you two somehow think that I could know Aeson was going to die, yet didnât save him? Am I some kind of animal to you?â Dyon faked a hurt appearance, placing his hand on his chest.
Ri and Primrose looked up, stunned.
But before they could ask, Dyon answered, âI placed tens of spatial transference array in him⊠I guess had that person double checked, they would have realized he passed out due to shock and probably blood loss⊠but the body of a martial artist is stronger than that⊠heâs probably somewhere around hereâŠâ
Dyon briefly explained what he had done⊠in fact, this was the very same trick he had used to escape death when Oliver stabbed him.
When Aeson pissed off Dyon in the Acacia hideout, Dyon had already long since prepared the ring for Primrose, so why wouldnât he be ready for Aesonâs death?
Although he was truly anger, he still used that time to discreetly place a spatial array within Aeson on every one of his vital organs. He did this by purposefully destroying the seat Aeson sat on so everyone was focused on his anger rather than any fluctuations that may have occurred⊠and his eyes were flaming so they wouldnât notice its golden lightâŠ
After that, it was only a matter of leaving a delayed message for Aeson to tell him not to do anything foolish and stay hidden.
âHowever, thatâs hardly important now⊠heâll reveal himself when he feels like it⊠whatâs important is how Primrose survived. You still have the wooden ring I gave you, right Primrose?â
The deep blue haired girl nodded, âsliding a wooden ring off her finger and handing it to Dyon.â
âYou knowâŠâ Dyon began, âarrays are wonderful things⊠and if you use human mortal realm knowledge, you can program them to work even without you being around⊠imagine rigging an array to trip a teleportation when it feels an influx of energy⊠or having it trigger a body disguising array for the same reason⊠or having it store that influx of energy⊠or maybe, if youâre a genius like me, having it do all threeâŠâ
Wyn Eostre froze at Dyonâs words, his eyes flitting between the stone tome and the ring, âhe canât meanâŠâ
âAh, it seems suspect number one has figured it outâŠ
âAs you all know, the stone tome does more than just name True Empaths⊠it also cleanses them⊠but, the last thing it does, is rank manifestationsâŠâ
The crowdâs eyes widened as with a sudden realization, all of them training their eyes onto the Eostre family.
Dyon continued, seemingly without a care in the world, âhowever, the stone tome is smart. When it gives a manifestation its heavenâs name, it also records its aura⊠an aura that is very tightly linked to each and every family⊠which means, once the manifestation comes into the world, its name shines with a color thatâs distinctive for each and every major and sub familyâŠâ
Dyon smiled.
This distinctive color was exactly the reason each family had its own hair and eye colors⊠It wasnât a coincidence that the Eostre family had blue-purple eyes and manifested the moon, or the Grimbold family had red hair and manifested a fire axe, or the Ingram family had gold hair and manifested a shining halo⊠each of these things were predetermined by the techniques they practiced which caused very distinctive aura changes within them that not only effected how they looked, but also made them easily identifiable by the stone tome.
Dyon chuckled, âknowing this, what do you think it is I did?âŠ
Simple really⊠I gave Primrose a ring that I knew would set off as soon as she was attacked⊠allowing that ring to do two distinctive things in a split secondâŠ
âIt one, scanned Primroseâs body and what she wore and disguised one of her body guards using this dataâŠ
âTwo, it teleported her and the ring 10km in the direction of Riâs motherâs caveâŠ
âAnd three, probably most importantly⊠it stored the aura used by those who attacked herâŠâ
Dyon crushed the ring in his hand, sending the stored energy to the stone tomeâŠ
*twinkle
Under the eyes of everyone⊠the tome began to shine a purple-blue lightâŠ
Although Sinaht Sigebryht and the rest had long since realized that it was unlikely Dyon would end up being wrong⊠actually seeing the purple-blue light made them all shiver⊠but the worst part, was that among the Eostre family manifestations that lit up, one stood out amongst the rest.
Near the very top⊠a clear first quadrant genius⊠sat a distinctive heavenâs name, âJadeâs ManifestoâŠâ
It was a name they had never seen before, which could only mean that one of the Eostre family members had manifested their soul during the time the stone tome had been âdestroyedâ.
Dyon looked at this, the distinctive sign of endless disappointment on his face, âto think you participated personally⊠you disgust me.â
Dyonâs sharp eyes turned towards a silver haired girl who was still looking down towards the crowd⊠suddenly, she started laughing⊠a twisted and sickening laughâŠ
Jade stood, taking out a dagger and cutting her long white dress into a short one.
Wyn Eostre suddenly lost him calm, âJade! What are you doing! Thereâs still a way out of this!â
Jadeâs purple-blue eyes suddenly turned cold as she looked towards her father, âshut up you useless old man. A way out of this? Itâs because the head of this family is so inept that weâve even fallen this far.
âWhat way out? All he has to do is ask you for your spatial ring and heâd find the dead body of the disguised Primrose, what excuse would you have then?â Jade looked annoyed, her lips curling in disgust.
âI told you to get rid of it, but you insisted on keeping it and planting it on Sinaht. Now look what youâve done.â
Jade couldnât be bothered with her father anymore and instead looked off into the distance. To her, the mistake of failing to kill Aeson mattered little⊠that could still be made up for, which was exactly why she hadnât made fully sure he was dead⊠but the mistakes of her father? Unforgivable.
âHubbbyyyyyy, someoneâs bullying your poor wife⊠youâll save me, wonât you?â She fluttered her eyelashes.
To anyone who hadnât witnessed the scene before, they would have seen her as an adorable young woman calling for her husbandâŠ
But right now⊠all anyone saw was a sick, demented and psychopath.