Soul Reader
Niva looks at Lynel beside him, hoping he could say something first. But instead, he took a glance back at Niva, hoping he would do the same.
"Greetings madam, my name is Nivarna of House Melny and my friend next to me is Lynel of House Wisteria." Niva hopes that the ice breaker completely sheds the awkwardness. Especially when they are facing someone who can read their minds, even though that is not their best introduction.
"Remiel Nivarna Melny, a runaway son of Arnabus and Kaliniv. Now the stepson of Alexander Melny. Constantly bullied by your older brother because you think they are incompetent fool and of course you accidentaly said that right into their face. At the same time, you feel indebted to your stepfather and wish to see House Melny prosper. You sometimes run away because you do not want to be spoiled by the lifestyle of the royals and you wish to see where your real father has gone."
Niva's eyes widened. Not only can she read minds, she also can read other people's lives as well. Niva can't seem to identify such a class. The more he spends time here, the more creepier it gets.
"Lynel Friga Rukhtansi Wisteria, the eldest son of Tynel and Riana. Have also been running away from home for almost 5 years due to vehemently disliked the notion of authority and organization with higher power. I think I know why. Your father and family supported you but you chose to run away from all of them, knowing that you have to deal with the kingdom affair."
"Enough!" Lynel clenches his fist. The scared stiff blonde boy finally gathers up his courage to speak up. His eyes turn sour in the presence of a mysterious lady that cannot maintain eye contact.
"Sorry. I shall stop," declares the mysterious lady as she catches her breath.
The young girl in the kitchen delivers a tray with a luxurious tea set on top. She is wearing a long sleeve white shirt with two layered skirts underneath, the normal common folks appearance. A grey apron with black on its edge is tucked in front of her shirt. Symbolizing her affiliation to The Holy Order.
A red, blue, and white intricate pattern is neatly engraved on the high quality porcelain cup. It shows the Order's royal palace in Brumenci, the Order's capital on the plain on the east. Bordering both Voltingen and Gewjory's territory.
The girl servant carefully pours the tea on the teacup. Eyes keenly peeled towards the constant flows of the water delivered.
The three cups are finally poured with the same amount of tea.
"You may drink the tea," insists the blindfolded lady.
"Not until you drink first, madam." Niva takes up courage to reply to the sentence.
"Does this etiquette come from your House, boy?"
"Yes, madam." Niva answers briefly. Even if Niva is not born into the house, he must not bring shame to the family.
"Very well." She grabs the handle of the tea and begins to drink.
Meanwhile Niva analyzes the content of the tea presented. The fragrant smell comes from a familiar plant. One of the main ingredients for chamomile tea. The chamomile itself. It is excellent for body relaxation.
Niva finally grabs the handle and then takes the cup from the saucer. Trying his best to think positive. 'I hope this lady is not going to poison me.'
The lady chuckles. Niva forgot that he is thinking out loud again.
He drinks the tea anyway.
Not long after, the house servant brings another tray that she holds with her two hands. The cover on the first tray is lifted. Pastries with vivid color are presented neatly. The puff and shape looks symmetrical resulting in visually aesthetics combination.
Niva's eyes could not believe what just served in tray number two. The second tray filled with the main course kind of dishes such as a turkey, cheese, bread, olive oil, and several condiments.
Lynel instinctively grabs one of the turkey's legs, tears them and proceeds to chow down the whole leg. His scared stiff face instantly washes away. 'For how long has Lynel never tried the royal cuisine?'
These dishes, although looks aesthetically pleasing, are occasionally served in the Melny Household. But with the quality toned down a bit. The qualification and attention to detail for his family owned cook does not remotely compare to the honored cook of The Order.
The blue haired boy starts to chow down the food as well. He sliced the other leg first with a rune powered wooden knife and fork. 'Delicious! This banquet will cover our expenses.'
The two of them are finally done. A visible bulge in his stomach makes him nauseous. Meanwhile Lynel's bloat is not that visible. Probably his metabolism burns the calories immediately to feed his muscles. Poor guy hasn't had these delicacies for 5 years.
The dining table felt silent.
The blindfolded lady begins to open her mouth. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yerni Sakarina. Just call me Yerni. I am the person behind the scene in charge of the entity hunt. One of the few classes that have dwindling numbers. The [Soul Reader]."
The class does not ring a bell to Niva at all. 'From the tiering list, there is no class that can read people's mind and identity immediately. Or is it?'
"I will not delve into the details of my identity and class." Both of her palms rested on top of the table. "Listen to me. Your life is in grave danger. Tomorrow they will distribute the wanted posters that will have you three in it."
'What?!' This is the least likely conversation scenario that Niva had in mind. She definitely points to Niva in between her sentences. For a brief moment then shifts towards Lynel.
'Three of us? Does that mean our position are compromised'
"Me?!" shrieks Lynel as his finger pointed to his face. "He is my friend. It is natural that I help him in times of needs. Besides, I have no idea that he is a wanted man."
'Way to go Lynel you sly weasel.' Niva rolls his eyes, cannot stand the bad acting of his subordinate.
"It is not what you think," insists Yerni. "I am here to help you."