So, they gave me a quick rundown.
And by quick, I mean it included a lot of screaming, a fair amount of crying, and an alarming degree of physical violence for what was supposed to be an explanation.
Iâm not at all kidding, by the way.
I had to forcefully tear Kang away from Vince.
The teen wolf kept shouting, "Admit it! Admit you cheated, you damn rat-eater!" while our resident scammer just kept on smirking, even as he was being actively strangled.
Honestly, Vince had an impressive lung capacity. Anyone else wouldâve just passed out.
Somehow, I managed to pry Kangâs fingers off his throat one by one. The blue-haired boy dropped to the floor the moment he was free, coughing as if heâd just returned from the afterlife.
"Iâll have you know," he wheezed, raising a shaky finger, "that was a perfectly legal maneuver."
"You rolled the dice twice!" Kang barked. "I know you did! I just canât prove it yet!"
"You sneeze, you lose. Am I right?"
"You cheater! Itâs called fraud!"
"Itâs called adaptation. Please keep up."
Kang growled and lunged again. Without looking, I stepped between them, planting my palm on the angry young manâs forehead and holding him in place like an overgrown, very irritable dog. "Sit."
He didnât sit. If anything, I seemed to have made him angrier.
In the end, Alexia had to reluctantly step out of the hot tub to hold him back... which didnât actually take much effort. She was in a bikini, and the mere sight of her in that scandalous attire folded Kang almost
immediately
.
That gave me the chance to help Juliana out of the jacuzzi.
She emerged from the water dripping wet, damp hair plastered to her face and cold eyes half-lidded, looking like she was profoundly done with life. After catching her breath, she turned her gaze toward me.
"...We were seeing who could stay underwater the longest. That shorty cheated," she explained flatly. "She body-slammed me. But donât worry, I was still winning."
I... wasnât worried about
that
.
"I think you were actually drowning," I said, squinting.
"A minor setback. My comeback was imminent."
...No, it really wasnât.
I stared at her, and she stared back. Then, she turned around to head toward the partition.
Now, just because I promised to tell this story as honestly as possible, Iâll admit I checked her out a little as she walked away so sinuously.
Iâll also admit I enjoyed the show.
...And that was probably one of the times I
shouldâve
realized something was off.
â˘â˘â˘
After everyone somewhat calmed down, I sat there listening to Ray rant about how my family had
âcommitted crimes against all of mankindâ
by illegally taking away his drone.
His words, not mine.
Now, obviously, I wasnât going to argue with someone who looked like he was one stray word away from breaking into tears again.
So, I just comforted him by gently patting his head as he continued sniffing into my newly attached right shoulder.
In his grief, I suppose, he didnât notice how different the limb felt to the touch compared to normal human flesh.
"I swear, Sam! I swear, if they delete even a single frame of that footage without my consentâ"
"Yes, yes. I know. Youâll cry. Now shush, Iâll get it back."
To be fair, my family
wasnât
in the wrong here. The
Noctveil Wilds
were a region in the Spirit Realm that functioned as a prison for not one, but
two
apocalyptic monsters â the Moon Eater Vaeghar and the Reflection Beast.
On top of that, it was where secrets related to gods and angels were buried. Hell, there had even been an actual fallen god rotting away there before I killed him.
In short, it was only natural that my family wanted to review the vlogs to ensure they didnât expose any sensitive information.
Though, I think we had already done a good job on that front.
I had always asked Ray to stop recording whenever I was about to tell them something meant only for our ears.
I had also asked him, on multiple occasions, to delete anything that even
hinted
we knew more than what random Cadets our age should.
As such, it wasnât a problem that my family had confiscated
âRayâs life work, his masterpiece, and his legacy.â
Again... his words.
Still, I was serious about getting it back for him â half because I couldnât ignore how pathetically he was crying and half because I knew he wasnât going to stop pestering me until I did.
The only problem was... Michael.
At some point, he had stopped sobbing.
But now he was lying flat on his belly, face completely buried in the marble floor. I could have sworn I saw depressing, cartoonish blue lines hovering over his prone form.
"Is he dead?" I pointed to him with my chin. "What happened to him?"
Alexia, who had just returned from somewhere outside the room, came to sit on the other side of the couch. She had changed into a loose robe, the soft fabric hugging her frame rustled faintly as she settled in.
An uncomfortable expression crossed her face before she joined the conversation. "Ahh... Lily... well, she essentially broke up with him."
I blinked at the blind girl, then realized she couldnât see the look of questioning surprise on my face. So I said it aloud, "What?"
"Oh, yeah, she did," Kang added. He had calmed down as well and was now bringing us refreshments on a tray.
He set a glass of orange juice in front of Alexia, coffee before Ray and himself, and a cup of ice cream before me. Then he settled next to his mistress and crossed one leg over the other.
I stared at the ice cream, then back at him. "Wait, how do you know about my sweet tooth?"
Alexia gave me an
âare you seriousâ
look. "Everyone knows about your sweet tooth, Sam."
Kang picked up his coffee and steered us back to the gossip. "Anyway, it was brutal."
My eyebrow shot up. "Yeah? What did she say?"
"Donât know. She just took him outside. We heard her say
âtime apart,â
then there was a lot of mumbling, and he came back looking like that."
I scowled, glancing back at Michael. Those gloomy blue lines definitely increased in number right then.
"I think theyâll be fine," Vince said, joining us. He had also returned from outside, now dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers. "She just needs some time."
"Where even is she?" I asked, scanning the room and not finding Lily anywhere.
"In her own quarters. Sheâs been cooped up in there ever since waking up yesterday," Alexia replied.
So, everyone had been given a private room. Obviously.
And considering Juliana was somewhere fixing her makeup, this one was likely hers.
"More importantly, how are you? You woke up today?" Kang muttered. "I see the new arm."
It was only then that Ray realized something was off. He lifted his head from my shoulder, blinking through his tears as his gaze drifted downward.
Slowly, and
very
hesitantly, his eyes landed on my right arm.
There was a long and awkward pause. Thenâ
"...Sam," he said, his voice dropping to a suspicious, horrified whisper. "Why do you have six fingers?"
Kang froze whatever he was doing and Alexia tilted her head. Vince paused mid-sip and even Michael stirred a little on the floor.
The awkward pause returned until Juliana, from somewhere out of view, casually muttered, "Youâre only noticing that now?"
â˘â˘â˘
I told them.
About everything that had happened since I woke up this morning.
Okay, just to be clear, I didnât mention my father sending me to
Iron Height
next month to aid my brother in a war.
In fact, I refrained from mentioning
that
looming war altogether.
I also kept the abilities of my grafted arm to myself. It wasnât that I didnât trust them, I just sort of wanted to keep it as an X-factor for me. An ace up my sleeve, you know? And an ace that everyone knew was up your selve would be useless.
"That still doesnât explain why you have six fingers," Alexia pointed out.
"I liked the aesthetic," I replied.
"Show us."
"Nope."
"Please! Just let us see!"
"You canât even see!"
Both Kang and Ray gasped in unison.
"Whoa! Why are you so heartless, Sam?"
"Wow. Youâre really going to break the poor girlâs heart? Come here, Lady Alexia, Iâll help you!"
It took several minutes to steer the conversation toward something actually useful.
Which meant that we eventually began discussing the state of the world â politics and global affairs. It was always a fun topic to bring among friends, right?
...Well, not when your friend group was as diverse as ours.
Alexia was from the West, so she was fiercely supportive of my familyâs move. There had always been deep-seated discord between the Southern and Western Safe-Zones, and she saw the Theosbane aggression as a necessary check.
Speaking of the Southern Safe-Zone, Vince, who was from there, naturally held opposing views.
He was genuinely surprised at how easily the Free Tribes had agreed to the Southern Princeâs offer, especially considering the bloody history between them.
Ray, the secret bastard son of an Eastern Duke (a fact that only I knew at this table), was against both the Southern Princeâs use of underhanded tactics to absorb the Coalition into his Safe-Zone and my familyâs mindless response to the provocation.
Then there was Kang, who had some... very
questionable
ideologies.
"Iâm just saying," he said, leaning back with a thoughtful look, "if everyone were a little more honest and stopped
cheating
, the world would be a much nicer place. Isnât that right, Vince?"
Ray immediately snapped his head toward him, coming to the defense of his best friend. "Bro, you literally just tried to kill him over a dice game! You have zero moral high ground here!"
"Thatâs different."
"How?"
"Itâs about principles."
"Principles? Your only principle is violence!"
"Actually," Kang lifted a finger, adjusting his imaginary glasses, "my principle is fairness."
Alexia tilted her head slightly. "Those two arenât necessarily mutually exclusive."
"They are if youâre losing," Kang muttered under his breath.
Ray pointed at him in an
aha
moment. "See? Thatâs exactly my point!"