Chapter 10 - Gracious

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"Art! Art! WAKE UP!" shouted Tess.

"What? It's my day off, please let me sleep,"

"Nope, you have many visitors."

"Visitors?"

"Yup, they want to give you, their thanks."

"I see, I'll be out in 5."

After changing my clothes and tying my hair I followed a maid to a hall filled with people, lined up in front of a throne. "What's the throne for? Is a member of the royal family joining us?" I asked.

"No, it is for you my lord," the aged elf stated.

"My lord?" I asked a bit confused.

"There are two reasons for your title. First, you earned with your actions, not only rescuing Princess Tessia but secondly, you also facilitated the rescue of thousands of elves. Your actions have garnered you lots of respect and as such most elves have started calling you young lord."

"But..." Before I could reject the title, the maid replied with a grin, "The Royal family themselves has given their permission of your new title and this meet and greet; to refuse your title or the gifts they have brought for you today will be the equivalent of refusing the royal family themselves"

"Okay... would it be disrespectful if I store their gifts in my dimension ring?"

"No, after all, it is for your convenience"

Taking my seat on the throne a spark jolted through my body, it felt as though I've made a closer connection to 'Grey.' Memories that were previously sealed flooded my mind, forcefully taking me down a trip through memory lane. I remember giving orders to my generals, my executioners, my servants, and my people. It was odd, to say the least, I haven't lived Grey's life but these memories made me think otherwise. I am you and you are me, type of scenario, and with this thought process, I let the memories flow freely unlike the last I tried sorting through this mess and instead of drowning in despair, anguish, and regret, I felt a click, like a part of me has returned yet there is still a piece missing...

"Young lord, before we begin letting people meet you, I just wanted to Thank you. My brother was saved from a life of a gladiator thanks to the information you provided," she said while handing me a bag.

I wanted to refuse but then I remember her words 'refusing the title or gifts is like refusing the Royal Family themselves.' Putting on my most charming smile I took the bag and said, "it was nothing I just did what anyone in my situation, would have done."

Time skip: 7 hours later and a heavily drained social battery.

Although I was drained, I couldn't help but wonder about this missing piece. What could it possibly be? Is there something I'm missing? Is it the knowledge that Sylvia left behind? Or is it something entirely different? Meditating on it I get a message from what feels like a spirit guide saying;

Whom you seek,

You will soon meet.

Do not fret,

As you will soon see,

Infinity will be yours to wield.

Take to space,

Form your shields,

And armed those strongest in their field.

Ready the cabs,

Use the lab,

And your traitors will become unable to backstab.

Do not freak,

As they will soon be, under your feet.

With lies exposed,

A threat, they will no longer pose.

I see so that's how it's going to be. Well in that case I should fall asleep, as trouble I'll unlikely meet. Before falling asleep I muttered thanks to my spirit guide/guardian angel person and promptly fell into a dreamless sleep.

Waking up I get straight into business, 'Sage stop forming the black heart, we don't have to worry as we already have it, or well we will soon get it. Start on our hyperloop and smartphone plans. We're going to launch Dicathen into the technological age.'

Walking to breakfast I couldn't help but smile, I got confirmation from a divine that everything will work out. Just keep doing what you're doing, I tell myself. 'Hey, Sage why do I feel lighter and as if I have more energy?'

'Notice: Attempting to form black while purposefully holding back the beast will's assimilation process was putting quite the string on Master's body in the form of higher fatigue. Now that black heart formation has been halted this fatigue would no longer be an issue.'

Reaching the terrace I greet everyone in order of position, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Eralith, Gramps, Tess... you got some ketchup on your nose," to which Tess quickly grabs a napkin and started to furiously wipe her nose.

"Hey, there isn't any ketchup on my nose!"

"Well of course not, you are eating bacon and eggs after all"

Tess blushes in embarrassment saying, "fool me once, shame on you" to which everyone starts laughing causing the young elf to further redden.

"Mr. Eralith, say there was a new form of transportation that was hundreds of times faster than a carriage being able to carry either passengers or cargo, would you be open to having it run in Elenoir?"

"While I haven't heard of such a mode of transportation I'm certain you can pull it off. So I'll tell you what you get it up and running and I'll let you operate in Elenoir as long as it doesn't ruin the environment."

"But aren't you going to ask more questions? Like, potential dangers and benefits and so on?"

"Anyone else I would have but in our short time together you aren't the type to lie and you always look at the bigger picture."

"What Alduin said is right, none of us think this is merely an issue pertaining to the ease of transportation," said Merial.

"This invention of yours will somehow play a role in the grand scheme of things," said Virion.

"*nervously chuckles* I'm I that transparent?" I asked warily.

"No, you most certainly are not," said Merial with a hint of pride.

"You're actually quite hard to read but I'm trusting my gut on this one," said Alduin.

"I don't know what you know or what worries you so much that you zone out so often, but please know we would always try our best to aid you in any way we can," said Virion.

"Young lord, after all, you have done for us, elves, we too will happily come to your aid, " said head maid Petunia while Bulter Bertram nodded

"Thank you all, it means a lot," I say, barely able to hold the tears.

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