Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 202 Onward, Drakoria?

Chapter 202 Onward, Drakoria?

(POV: Lumiere)

We gathered in the Central District, our preparations for the journey ahead complete. Stellaria, utilizing her [Transformation] skill, ensured that everyone who needed it underwent a subtle but significant alteration.

Grygans, with their appearance akin to high elves, had their distinct pointed ears removed, making them indistinguishable from ordinary humans.

Isadora and Lirien, their once striking red eyes now a captivating black.

Since Lirien had pointy ears, they were removed.

Now these two sisters could seamlessly blend into the crowd.

As for Thrain, Beorn, and Kipper, being dwarves granted them the privilege to traverse human territory without altering their appearances. They carried themselves with the same regality and respect as the esteemed high elves.

Lucilia, wearing her elegant black gown that perfectly accentuated her grace, adjusted her attire with a practiced ease.

She turned to me.

"So, you're ready, aren't you?" she asked me.

"Well," I shrugged. "We're as ready as we'll ever be."

Lucilia smiled at me. "That's good enough for me."

"Hard to think you of all people would be picked for this." Ophelia sighed.

"Don't start this Ophelia." I told her, already tired.

Ignorantly, Grome raised an eyebrow. "But that's not what you said in the forest?"

"Huh," said Ophelia and me.

Grome raised one finger, "If I remember correctly, you said Lumiere was the be—"

Quickly, Lucilia shoved him in the abdomen.

A weighty groan escaped his mouth as he held his abdomen doing his bed to suppress his anguish.

"Woah, was that necessary?" I asked.

Lucilia gently waved my question away, "It's not a problem trust me." Her smile grew even wider.

"Li-like she... like she said, not a problem," Ophelia stated, slightly flustered.

These people were strange.

I wore a two-toned shirt of black and gold, accompanying sleek pants and footwear.

Mojito balled his fists together and let out an exuberant shout.

He was clearly excited about entering mankind territory.

To keep his exuberance in check, Mimosa interjected.

"It's alright for you to be enthusiastic, Mojito. And I know Great Lumiere said you could come, but don't be so noisy and draw unwanted attention."

In simpler terms, don't be Mojito— be Sangria.

Sangria was always reserved, and although it took a toll on her social skills, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Even now, I could see her looking at the skies.

It was hard to tell what she was thinking— but one thing was for sure, I needed to talk with her more.

Spending quality time with her, my spirits and possibly Eris.

Besides Umbra, the only spirit I spent the most time with, would be— "Sylph". She was the cutest out of all of them so I always summoned her to sleep beside me when I wasn't sharing a bed with Serena or Isadora.

Also, she was like an electric fan, she'd always bring cool air to my body.

"Hm, I should consider making an electric fan, I mumbled.."

Serena big blue eyes fixed on me. "Are alright, my lord?" she asked.

"Uh," I looked around. "Y-yeah, I am."

Mojito let out a heavy sigh, exasperated by Mimosa's cautions.

"Why do you have to be so mean to me?" he grumbled, but Mimosa, unperturbed, countered, "I'm not being mean. I just want you to be safe."

With a wide grin, Mojito teasingly responded, "So, you do care about me?"

Mimosa sighed, resigning herself to Mojito's playful antics, and facepalmed in exasperation.

"Idiot," she said.

Stellaria stretched her hands, declaring that the time had come for us to get going.

"Finally," Ophelia said.

Calmly, Martini told Ophelia, "You can stand to be more patient, Lady Ophelia."

Old man Martini had the vibes of a wise man you'd need when you were experiencing an social crises of any sort. His approach to situations and the way he addressed individuals was really his number one quality.

I suppose his communication skills was what made him unlock the Unique Skill: [Linguistics].

Honestly, I was jealous of that ability.

It took me months to learn Demon Language, and I was barely as good as Arthur.

"I'll keep that in mind." Ophelia gently acknowledged his words.

Old man Martini smiled at her.

If that were me she'd have tried slapping me. Sigh.

I made my way over to where Isadora was seated, her head resting on Lirien's lap.

Concern etched on my face, I turned to Lirien and asked, "How's Isadora feeling?"

Lirien, in her usual unenthusiastic manner, replied, "Isadora is asleep."

Frustrated, I scratched my head and clarified, "Yes, I know she's asleep, but how is she feeling?"

Lirien repeated, still lacking any enthusiasm, "Isadora isn't feeling well."

Exasperated, I let out a sigh and reaffirmed, "I already know that. What I want to know is how she's feeling at this very moment."

Lirien's response remained unchanged. "Isadora is currently not feeling well."

Feeling my frustration building up, I sarcastically thanked Lirien for her "helpful" information. I recall clearly when she told me she found it hard to relate with people, and because of that it was hard for her to socialize. But as for Isadora, she could easily get along with anyone.

This henceforth brought the nomenclature of one being the sun and the other– moon.

Determined to find out Isadora's current state, I placed a hand on her forehead and felt the warmth radiating from her.

To my surprise, Isadora slowly opened her eyes, now a brilliant shade of blue, and observed my worried expression.

She remarked, "You seem overly concerned, Master."

I replied, my voice filled with worry, "Of course, why wouldn't I? You're not well."

Isadora reassured me, insisting, "I'll be fine. You don't need to worry."

With a weak smile, she raised her right hand and gently caressed my cheek, reminding me to focus on developing the Viscounty and assuring me of her strength.

Forcing a smile in return, I told her, "If that's what you want, I'll do just that."

With a nod, Isadora closed her eyes once again, surrendering herself to much-needed rest.

Finally, our group formed a tight circle, our anticipation palpable in the air. Stellaria, her blue eyes shimmering with power, turned to me and asked if she could teleport us to our destination. However, I paused for a moment, a flicker of hesitation crossing my face.

Stellaria tilted her head with curiosity. "What's holding you back now?"

She was obviously getting impatient. However, I had my reasons.

"I think we should wait for Fasit," I replied.

Serena, her long silver hair flowing like a moonlit waterfall, chimed in, "That's strange.."

Sangria nodded gently. "Yes... she's always punctual in all matters?"

Taking a deep breath, I explained, "I asked Fasit to bring someone else with her."

A wave of curiosity washed over Serena's eyes. "Who is it?"

"Blu—" I hooked with my gaze catching Lucilia?s. I leaned in and whispered the name "Bluestella" in Serena's ear.

Serena's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded, a playful grin dancing on her lips. "Ah, I see."

There wasn't much to explain to Serena, she already understood that if people from the kingdom knew about Bluestella, it'd cause a lot of problems. At the same time, if someone like her, who was exiled returned to the kingdom, that'd be a serious level of political dispute I wasn't ready for.

Just as our conversation reached its peak, Fasit returned, accompanied by Bluestella. The change in Bluestella's appearance; her once beautiful brown hair had transformed into a sleek black cascade.

Fasit, always respectful, bowed her head. The view of her meaty cleavage came to sight.

For some reason, it made me recall the offer Fasit made me about sucking her milk anytime I wanted.

"Apologies for my tardiness," she said.

Lucilia, her blue eyes smoldering with curiosity, couldn't help but wonder aloud about the identity of the lady behind Fasit. "Who's this lady, if you don't mind my asking?"

Ophelia, her skepticism evident in her eye roll, sarcastically suggested, "Another one of Lumiere's wives, perhaps?"

Bluestella chuckled at Ophelia's remark and confirmed, "Actually, she's not entirely wrong."

In a short moment, Bluestella and I stared at each other. I could see a lustful hunger in her eyes, it was one similar to Isadora when we first met.

"Alright, let's get going already~~! I've been standing for too long."

Stellaria sighed.