âWho is asking? The head of the family? Or my grandpa?â
âDoes it matter?â baldy asked.
Percy shrugged.
âPercy⊠I am the
third
head of the House. Iâve been in charge for less than 200 years. Our family has existed for nearly ten times as long.â
This wasnât exactly news to the young man. He had read about the familyâs history. So, he just waited to see what the man was getting at.
âIâm sure you knew most of that already, but what you might have not read about in your books, was that the second head â my great-grandpa â died about 20 years before I advanced to Violet.â
GULP
Percy swallowed a mouthful of saliva. On Remior, a noble House without a Violet core at the helm was like a tasty meal lying on the ground. He could imagine all the alliances, conflicts and betrayals that must have happened during those two decades. They had probably been some of his familyâs darkest years.
âWhy are you telling me this?â
âI want you to appreciate how precarious our situation is. How it has always been. Out of the 1000 Violet cores on Remior, how many do you think will make it to White?â
âYou tell me. 20? 50?â Percy threw a guess.
Archibald chuckled bitterly.
âWeâll be lucky if one or two do. The rest are mostly hoping they can get another Violet in their family before they die, otherwise theyâre screwed. Every time I make a choice, every time I allocate resources, it can make the difference between our House surviving or dying out.â
This time Percy lost his patience.
âLook, I get it! You donât have to explain that at this late stage. But why couldnât you just
treat
me like a
grandson
?!â
Archibaldâs eyes wavered for a moment. Who would have thought that emotionless prick could even
feel
things?
âBecause itâs easier that way.â
SIGH
âHave you any idea how many people Iâve buried? Uncles, brothers, cousins, children, grandchildren⊠The less attached I am, the more impartial I can be.â his voice was soft. It cracked many times, as the powerful Violet core struggled to form his words.
Percy
truly
looked at his grandpa for the first time. What was he even supposed to say to
that
?
â
Now
, will you tell me what you need all that mana for?â Archibald asked.
Percy smiled. It wasnât like their brief chat could magically erase a lifetime of bitterness, but he saw no point in hiding the truth either.
âRemember how I said my version of Clone did something interesting? I may have undersold
how
interesting it was.â he chuckled, before elaborating. âI didnât understand it at the time, but I believe it allowed me to send a fragment of my soul to possess somebody
outside Remior
.â
â
Somebody with two cores.
â he added after a second.
Archibaldâs eyebrows would have hit the ceiling if they werenât attached to his face.
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âThe Moirai!!!â he exclaimed.
âAh, right. I knew it was moi-something!â
âIn any case, my clone brought back whatever it is that gives them their second core, although it was broken, and it needed fixing.â
Archibald remained silent for a few minutes. Percy didnât rush him either.
âAnd how close are you to fixing it?â he eventually asked.
âIf the jade tree has enough mana⊠5 minutes.â the young man replied.
Archibald nodded.
âWait, what?! Are you actually giving me the tree?! Just like that?!â Percy couldnât conceal the shock in his voice.
Baldy looked him in the eyes before replying.
âAbsolutely not.â
Percy would have strangled him if he could. Why was he playing with his feelings like that?! Yet Archibald wasnât done.
âListen, Percy.â he said in a serious tone. âA human having two cores is
unheard of
. And who knows what else you can get through your bloodline? Even though it might not be enough to bridge the gap between you and an Orange-born right now, Iâm willing to invest in your potential. From now on, you will have access to the advanced elixirs.â
The young manâs heart skipped a beat. The advanced elixirs would let him reach Yellow in 50 years. Thatâs
half a century
saved! If it was one month ago, he would be jumping up and down. However, there were other things he wanted more now.
âBut I canât even use my second core without the tree.â
âI canât give up the tree on a gamble. Let alone you, even if it was Elaine having a second core, I couldnât do that. The tree might help me protect our family next year. Your second core might need centuries to pay off, if it ever does.â
Percy deflated as he listened to his grandpa. Still, he couldnât argue with his logic.
âBut⊠that doesnât mean weâre giving up on it either.â baldy added, rekindling a spark of hope in his grandsonâs eyes. âI will get you a different source of life mana.â
***
KNOCK, KNOCK
Percy reluctantly opened his eyes, not fully awake yet. He was tempted to tell his visitor to piss off, whoever it was. But he didnât. Few people ever wanted anything from him, so it could be important.
YAWN
Getting up, he slowly made his way to the door. On the way, he glanced out the window. It was still dark.
âWhatâs so urgent it couldnât wait a couple more hours?â
Turning the handle, he pulled the door open, seeing nobody but his grandpa standing at the entrance. Percy blinked a couple of times. Then, he massaged his eyelids. Baldy was still there when he was done. The realization jolted the last traces of sleep out of the young manâs system.
âYou brought it?! The life source?!â
Archibald wasnât holding anything. Percy looked behind him, trying to see if there was an attendant carrying something. Yet the corridor was empty, other than his grandpa who was dressed in his training robes.
âAre you done?â the man asked in irritation. âMay I come in?â
Percy shrugged, making way for him. He gestured towards his bed as he didnât have any other furniture to offer. Archibald sat there, patting the space next to him. The young man joined his grandfather, still curious to see what he wanted.
âWe donât have any other potent life treasures in the family.â baldy said.
Percy was about to voice a protest, but Archibald stopped him, patting his shoulder.
âInstead,
I
âll be your life source.â
Then, he repeated his actions from last week, sending the potent mana in his grandsonâs body. Only this time, he didnât target Percyâs legs, but directly focused it on the young manâs abdomen, relinquishing control over it as the seed absorbed it. Percy creased his forehead. Truth be told, his feelings were mixed.
âStingy old man. If he didnât want to give me the tree, he should have just left it at that. What do I make of this?â
It wasnât like he didnât appreciate the elixirs and this gesture. That was a lot more than heâd ever expected from his grandpa. Still, how would it help him?
Not that Archibald was weak. Not even close. A Violet core was 4 grades above Orange. This meant the man possessed about 81 times as much mana as him.
The gap was insane
.
âBut far from enough.â
Forget about the liquid in the sacred pool. That was the concentrated mana of a titaness. Even the tree contained within it countless times more than his grandpaâs core. In fact, Archibald would be hard-pressed to produce as much mana as a single leaf.
And sure enough, five minutes later baldy was completely tapped out, breathing heavily. Had this been before their meeting, Percy might have voiced a snarky comment, but right now he wasnât in the mood.
âThanksâŠâ he said. âFor trying, at least.â
Archibald gave him a strange look as the corner of his lips twitched.
âHuh? How little do you think of me? You think Iâm trying to cheat you out of our deal?!â
He chuckled.
âOf course I canât match Phoebeâs pinkie toe in mana capacity, but thatâs only if we compete fairly.â he said. âBut what if I keep emptying and refilling my core? 10 times? 100 times? 1000 times?!â
Baldy flashed his grandson a resolute look.
âPercy⊠Iâll repair your second core no matter how long it takes.â