The Old Man’s Painting

Lanterk was rather fond of the room. He was very relaxed and kept looking at 'Lara.'

"Lara, huh? How does your tech work, Zera? I mean... Is it really cool? I asked Feyor or Garenjazz, and they would kick me out of the room about your tech. They said I shouldn't ask things regarding the inheritance of aPrime. Earth has a saying that curiosity kills the cat. But my master always says, peculiarity produces Principals. So I'm kind of, right in the middle between these two."

Zeraphine felt that her heart was being wrenched out. The more this kid kept talking, the harder it was for her to hide her many secrets. Lanterk would soon talk about her techs, and so, Zeraphine did what she had to do.

SLAP!

The slap resounded, and Zeraphine even applied a certain tech that caused great pain not on the face but elsewhere.

Lanterk felt immense pain that he actually stumbled down.

"OW!" The pain sank into his face.