Chapter 502: Tharion [Part 2]
Northern lied.
The reason why he had said he was going to go and place a request wasn't entirely a lie. It made a lot of sense and was a reasonable thing to do.
What was a lie, however, was the fact that he didn't tell Shin that they'd be moving right under the nose of the people they were looking for.
Because from the moment he saw the past and future chaos of the citadel, he saw something that marveled him: several people with long, pointed ears at war with forces of the government, desperately fighting to protect their lives.
Northern at that moment knew something was definitely not right. Why was there such an enormous number of elves who should be in the underworld in their own world?
And moreover, what was the deal with their war with the government?
He didn't concern himself with that part of what he saw; however, what he wanted to know was what they were all doing in Tra-el and if the disappearance of his mother was in any way related to them.
Hence, he needed to go there to confirm with his own eyes. Since Chaos Eyes could now see the soul of a person, he was darn sure that their disguise couldn't deceive his eyes.
And as he suspected, right from the gate:
[Profile]
Name: Henrall Thisldine
True Name: [The Heavy Leaf]
Attributes: [Way of The Wind]
Soul Rank: [Vagrant]
Soul Core Saturation: [Middle]
Talent: [Light of Stone]
Talent Class: [C]
Talent Ability: [Heavy Defense], [Strike of Thunder], [Unleash]
[Profile]
Name: Semaldine Stalt
True Name: [Lost To The Soil]
Attributes: [Way of The Wind]
Soul Rank: [Vagrant]
Soul Core Saturation: [Low]
Talent: [Tides Of Sand]
Talent Class: [D]
Talent Ability: [Sandman], [Sand Castle], [Sand Totem]
Northern had first thought about why the attribute [Way of The Wind] was the same in both of them.
He didn't know it was possible for two different people to have the same Attributes.
Aside from that, the essence of their soul was pretty strange to him.
Northern for a while now had been used to seeing the essence of human souls. And since Chaos Eyes became even more proficient, he had been able to see it at a level far greater than before.
When Northern sets his eyes upon a human, what he sees is a shimmering vortex of energy, ever-shifting and pulsing with life.
The core of the soul, which he believes to be where the talent is inlaid, burns brightly like a small, luminous star.
Surrounding this soul core is a complex web of radiant threads, interwoven like intricate circuits.
These Soul Strands represent a person's memories, experiences, and connections.
They tangle and stretch, occasionally fraying or pulsing in response to recent trauma or intense emotions.
Every person's soul has a unique frequency, a resonance that hums through these strands, different in tone and depth-some melodious, others discordant.
And in those melodies, Northern had been able to discover a common flow in all humans. In these ones, however, it was nothing like he had ever heard.
Moreover, they were literally glowing with essence; the essence that flowed around their body, essentially controlled by their cores, was more bountiful in amount than any human he had ever come across.
And everything about the essence of their soul was screaming, "We are not humans!"
Northern didn't want to be rash still, so he went on. Upon entering the citadel reception, he took careful observation of every single person inside.
Then to his shock, all the workers, and workers alone, had the same soul frequency. Moreover, they all had the same attribute:
[Way of The Wind]
Which caused Northern to remember Cal.
Cal was the elf he had met and killed in Sura's rift. And he also had the attribute [Way of The Wind].
Northern had thought it was a speed attribute, but standing at the entrance like this and watching all the workers, bartenders, and attendants of the Tharion citadel possess the exact same attribute made him realize a possibility.
Perhaps this was an attribute intrinsic to a certain race. If that was true,
That would mean every single worker in this place was an elf.
Northern had expected it but not to this magnitude; the most he had thought of was the
creator of Tharion being an elf and no one knowing about it.
But to think the entire Tharion were elves?
No, something had to be going on!
Suppressing his rage, Northern marched forward. Finally, he stopped in front of a lady's reception desk; the lady behind the table welcomed him with a smile.
"Welcome to Tharion. Would you like to register as a drifter here, or are you already registered in another branch? You can show us your identification card."
Northern interposed before Shin could speak, "No, we have come to place a request."
The lady was immediately taken aback by surprise. Except for the usual quota of bounty requests that come from the government, it had been ages since anyone had wanted to place a
request.
Moreover, there was a suppressed sinister air around this man. She couldn't put her finger on it, but meeting his eyes once had made her blood run cold, and she was honestly trying to
avoid eye contact.
But she had a job to do. She gathered her insides and met Northern's eyes with a smile that squeezed her eyes, so she could avert her gaze at least a little bit.
"Okay, so what request would you like to place, sir?"
The rage that he was suppressing suddenly became harder and harder to keep bottled in. Northern leaned towards the lady with a sinister glare.
"I am looking for an elf..."
His choice of words was intentional, and all he had wanted to do was observe her reaction.
Upon hearing him, Shin almost freaked out, but before he could raise his voice to reach Northern, he saw how grim the lady's expression became. He felt chills run down his spine.
'Bingo'
It was just the reaction he was looking for. Undoubtedly, the lady was an elf!