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Chapter 1181
🕑 Added 2019-10-26 00:35:30 +0000 UTCToC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/23899958
Also, a week with no statuses? Who am I =P
Randidly’s Grim Intuition was ominously pulsing during the entire journey to find Vualla amongst the numerous forces on the frontlines. Not the least of which was because there was suddenly a whole slew of reinforcements on the Aether side that made it extremely difficult to locate her. Too much unfamiliar Aether, and for whatever reason he kept confusing some of the new arrivals for Vualla. But the difficulty was probably also because more and more powerful Nether Beasts were descending from the sky and marching toward their fortifications.
They fell like asteroids, crashing into the ground and then throwing themselves forward to kill the beings of Aether. The visual distortions in the area grew increasingly frantic as Nether polluted the space and destabilized it. Forces assembled and began charging toward the front of the Aether lines.
Randidly could sense the edge of in this moment, the eternal conflict between the two energies. Like two lovers jaded by distance and betrayal, they wanted nothing more than to rip each other to shreds no matter the cost to themselves. Although Randidly could align his own Aether and Nether, it was such a small thing before the whole of history.
And this was a history of bloodshed. The rapidly assembling Nether sung with the memory of it. The Aether crafted weapons of substance and image to make sure it was ever to be so. Both were committed to ending each other.
It was funny, but this was exactly the scenario that Randidly had feared with his new Stat Grim Intuition, where there was simply so much information flooding in that it was difficult for him to process it. Thankfully, his Stats had been largely boosted as he had spent his PP, or it would be difficult to continue while being bombarded with so many signals.
As it was, Randidly pushed all that superfluous information away. He only followed the heat in his chest, leading him unerringly to Vualla.
When he landed, she was standing there with her azure hair being blown by the wind, staring up at the Great Rift above them. She wore her armor and gauntlets, her skin path against the darkness of the Great Rift above them. Weirdly, Randidly felt a whiff of a familiar image for a few fleeting seconds, before it vanished.
Perhaps Randidly would not even have noticed the feeling had not its sudden disappearance coincided with a wide smile blooming across Vualla’s face. It gave him pause, as he struggled to place why that feeling was so familiar.
Then Vualla turned and looked at Randidly with that smile, and all of those thoughts melted away like the last snow of spring.
I could have bought us more time. Randidly thought furiously. I could have taken a safer path. But I gambled. Not because I refuse to consider it… but because I couldn’t trust Ileot Swacc.
Yet that was something that Randidly would never say to Vualla. She would understand if he explained himself. She would probably agree completely with the decision that he had made. And it was exactly for that reason that Randidly could never tell her.
So without talking, Randidly practically ran up to Vualla and put his arms around her. He spun her around and then kissed her once, lightly, on the lips.
At that moment, he established an Aether connection, careful to restrict the flow and watch the effect that a small thread of his Aether would have on Vualla’s being. Even without the Philosopher's Key, his senses were now sharp enough that he could see the incubator of Aether that surrounded Vualla. At least in that respect, Ileot hadn’t lied.
What was the most worrying was how thin the incubator had grown. Randidly could generally feel how worn the mechanisms had become, although he had no idea what that meant. So he continued to press Vualla to him, watching as that thread of Aether wandered forward.
The Aether brushed against Vualla. And… nothing happened.
“...ahem, Vualla, I think that it’s quite appropriate to at least introduce us before you subject me to such a hideous display, don’t you think?”
Randidly pulled back in shock and blinked at the man with light blue hair who had been standing next to Vualla. He had been so intent on checking to make sure she was okay in the wake of Ileot’s words that Randidly hadn’t even been paying attention to the surroundings. Everything else but her was pushed to the side.
Vualla blushed deeply and offered Randidly a guilty smile before turning to the man. “Ah… well, it’s a battlefield. We are about to go to war. Getting caught up in a passionate moment is normal…”
The man continued to glare at Randidly like he was a bug that he had found crawling across his kitchen counter. “...so that was his passion that he was sticking into your mouth?”
“We didn’t use tongue!” Vualla snapped. Then she stamped her foot and huffed. “Okay, okay. Eliot, this is Randidly Ghosthound. He’s… well-”
“I’ve already witnessed,” Eliot said icily. He folded his arms across his chest.
“-and Randidly, this is Eliot. My brother.” Vualla shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “Like all brothers, he’s someone who shoves his nose into places where it doesn’t belong.”
“I was literally already standing here when he started kissing you,” Eliot countered. He shook his head in obvious disgust. Then he extended a hand for a shake toward Randidly with an expression of deep shame. “If I would have been somehow able to keep my nose clean of the slobber you two exchanged, believe me, I would have.”
“...you are her brother…?” Randidly asked. His mind seized that detail. Because it didn’t make any sense. Vualla was a duplicated version of someone who existed thousands of years ago. The architect of the grand array for absorbing Nether, one of the luminaries that allowed the overlay System to be invented. If this was actually her brother-
But no, this man looked older, maybe in his thirties, but he certainly wasn’t that old. And his glare carried an edge of an image. A powerful one, but one that Randidly’s instincts assured him that he could defeat if he needed to. So it wasn’t a matter of simply seeming young, he truly appeared to be quite young.
...I never really had the time to think about it before… Randidly’s face transformed into the visage of a beast. His teeth were bared and his eyes burned. But how could Vualla’s father be here if she truly was duplicated?
...has Ileot been playing me for a fool the entire time…? Was the real goal getting closer to me so they could make that look alike…? Or is that just a coincidence as well? God damnit…!
“Not a handshaker, huh…? Not that I blame you,” If anything, Eliot didn’t seem insulted. His expression was smug. “In my family, my grip strength is famous.”
“Randidly?” Vualla’s voice turned serious. “What’s wrong?”
“...if you are really a duplicated version of someone from the past, why is your brother here?” Randidly said softly. Perhaps it wasn’t the most… eloquent way of getting to the point, but Randidly was largely bewildered. So he simply said the question he kept banging his head against fruitlessly.
For a second, Vualla was simply confused. But then her eyes widened in shock.
Very quickly, a frown returned to her face. “Are you saying I’m not…? But… I’m sure you also felt… what Cail said felt right! Sometimes, there is this-”
“We just don’t have enough information.” Randidly shook his head. “I felt so too. That what he said felt correct. Yet how can this man be here if this is the case?”
Eliot looked back and forth between the two of them for several seconds. Then he sighed. “Not that I want to interrupt your conspiracy theory session, but we do have larger problems. The Nether forces are about to arrive. Can this wait?”
It probably shouldn’t. Randidly thought in frustration. But what choice do we have?
When Randidly spoke again, he injected some positivity into his expression. Which, to his surprise, wasn’t difficult. “Don’t leave me too far behind, alright? And be careful.”
“Ha! You’re one to talk. Don’t think you can hide how much stronger you got in the last few days. What am I supposed to do with you?” This time, Vualla got up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips quickly to his. Then she dropped back down. “And you be careful too. That metal arm of yours… doesn’t look so good.”
“Ha! Don’t worry.” Randidly rapped lightly on his chest. “I think I’ve got a short term fix prepared.”
Right as Randidly was leaving, his Grim Intuition drifted back to Vualla to check on the state of Aether. His senses rapidly scanned through her, searching for the thread of Aether that he allowed into her. She wasn’t unraveling at the seams, as Ileot had originally warned, but also… Randidly couldn’t find the Aether he had put into her.
...I suppose that means it was successfully incorporated into her being…? But why do I have this… bad feeling…
Randidly glanced over his shoulder one more time. Vualla was enthusiastically waving both her gauntlets above her head while Eliot was flexing his hand and looking down at it approvingly. There was a roar from the sky as the Nether King made its presence known, distracting Randidly further.
Unsure of what to do, Randidly opened up the Aether connection between them the tiniest bit, allowing energy to flow. As he watched, the energy really did get steadily absorbed into Vualla’s being without any trouble.
Am I worrying for nothing…?
The screams of fighting began to waft up from the front. With gritted teeth, Randidly forced himself to turn away and head toward Lady Iellaya’s camp.
Comments
Adam Roundfield
Poor Randidly was never a security guy, now he is stuck falling for the age old incubator in the middle attack.
Kurt A
She won't be just that, since RG did find her previous self's Fate in the armory. I doubt even Illeot has the power to mess with that.
ParoxysmDK
I've been thinking her death was pretty much set in stone from the first time randidly's image started having feelings for her though? The two guardians of the fate Amory, literally foreshadowed this early on. They told him images aren't real, and that he wouldn't understand that unless he lost someone he really cared about and loved. Enter Vualla, the first female character in hundreds of chapters that randidly has developed any true feelings for, and we then find out she's a duplicate of a dead person, and literally a image. Yeah... not hard to see where this is heading. This is basically him being taught a hard earned lesson, and i've felt he's been blinding himself by his feelings for a lot of chapters now. Also he has a fate that literally makes him able to circumvent, and manipulate the system in a way he's never been able to before, but doesn't immediately think to use it on Vualla? Instead he goes into a nether prince's mind or whatever that was supposed to be, and basically gains nothing of value (as far as we know). Not to be a buzzkill but I'm looking forward to reading the conclusion of this arc, it's been dragging on for long enough imo. Even though it's been important for the story plot-wise.
just_a_potato
I feel like Vualla is a trap to get ahold of Randidly's Aether. Illeot is Shal's "mentor" and probably found out from him about Randidly's Aether connections and planned this out enough to lure him into making one.
Bobby B.
Its... it's the shell!! The shell was there to absorb all the aether her heritic caused!!! Sk be sending her aether, it's really going to ileac sweet
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
CallOut4
Calling it: RIP Vialla, may your death be quick.
