After leaving the train station, the duo went to the deepest parts of the twon to rent a room, where they spent the night.
They woke up at dawn on Monday and began preparing for the talk with the demigod of the Tamara family.
"Are you going to have this meeting looking like that?" Flora asked curiously from where she was sitting on the bed. Even in the darkness, her white hair was noticeable.
This time, she was wearing hunting clothes: a shirt and pants along with black boots and a windbreaker.
"When I talk to him, I will use my real appearance. Anything else would make him think that my Lord is not considering his request," Adryan sighed softly.
His face had remained largely unchanged; it was the same as the one he had worn the day before going to the warehouse.
If he could get another soldier out of the closet of calamities, he would use them to attend in his place, but for his current self, that was impossible. Nor could he use the two he could already get out because they were now acting like themselves back at Wayne Enterprises.
Since it was likely that what he planned to do would cause a bit of a stir, he had to separate the person of Harvey Wayne as much as possible from the problems.
'If the people of Gotham were told that Bruce Wayne is Batman, they would just laugh at how ridiculous it is. Harvey Wayne can't be behind in that respect...'
With a thought, a stain emerged from his shadows and quickly climbed up his legs to his bicep. Then it wrapped around it, and the Burnt Band appeared.
With the rap pounding his now accustomed brain, he looked amusedly at his partner.
"Are you going to stay here, or will you join me in this?"
The corners of Flora's lips rose as she did. With bright gray eyes shining like stars, she looked at him with mock offense.
"If they kill you, someone has to get your body out of there." She said mockingly.
"How kind of you," Joking a little, Adryan held out his hand, and Flora took it.
In the next second, the shadows enveloped them and merged with the shadows of the dark room, disappearing...
Several shadows leaping in quick succession took them to the edge of the town, next to the forest, where they continued on foot, with the dark-haired man leading a step ahead.
As they moved, the conspirator took the opportunity to analyze the environment with a critical eye.
It was clear that the efforts to keep the forest alive yielded fruit. The deeper they went, the more alive and thicker the trees became, and human activity, if it was already scarce, was non-existent.
Like a Hunter, Adryan could only feel extremely comfortable in this kind of environment.
There were many places to hide, set traps, prepare ambushes, and attack. The terrain made it difficult to move around comfortably, which was also beneficial for combat.
A smile began to form on his face.
"At least you're taking this seriously." Flora said, noticing that, "If you didn't have a plan at this point, I would think that a useless one replaced my princess."
"If we're going to hunt such juicy prey as this, the foundations must be thought out extremely early on. It's the minimum one must have. Adryan turned to look at her as they continued walking, a knowing smile on his face.
"And you, depending on what we find out today, my dear worm. You are the most important piece of my plan."
A white eyebrow raised with suspicion, "I doubt that's a good thing."
The dark-haired man winked as he removed Creeping Hunger from his left hand, "Don't worry, it's completely safe."
As his height and musculature increased, his hair lengthened and returned to its red color, he held out the dangerous glove to the woman.
"Here, change your face with this."
It took a moment, but Flora understood what the man wanted to do.
A knowing smile formed on her face as she took the glove and placed it on her left hand.
"When the talks with the rest of the family begin, we can't have this guy recognizing me. Good idea."
Flora Jacob has been seen hanging out with Harvey Wayne. She cannot be seen helping Adryan Kenway.
When this demigod of Tamara's family begins his talk with the Hermits of Fate in the future, he will no doubt mention what will happen here.
Being demigods of the Marauder Pathway, Andre Zoroast and Fiorella Jacob would easily join the nails and deduce that Harvey Wayne is Adryan Kenway's secret identity.
Something that her princess didn't want to happen. Like herself.
The redhead didn't comment on it; he just winked and turned his attention back to the front.
Flora said nothing more either, after trying a little and finding the right finger. Her hair quickly turned raven black and lost its curl, becoming straight...
Adryan looked at this change and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
One of the things he loves most about his worm is her curly white hair, and seeing it change was painful.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind, and his eyes widened.
'I wonder if this is how Flora feels whenever I change my appearance?'
Well, he didn't like changing his appearance either. He never felt completely comfortable with it, which increased his respect for the Seers a little more.
Pretending to be someone you're not didn't sit right with him. That's why his attitude from identity to identity did not change.
The same thought he had many times before repeated itself in his mind, but this time, it resonated in his heart and the depths of his broken soul...
He felt that now he truly understood what it meant.
'I will always be Adryan Kenway. Nothing will change that...'
With those words resonating inside him, they continued on their way in a comfortable and peaceful silence...
Arriving at a clearing where a fallen tree stood, the redhead walked over to it and sat down. Raising one leg and hugging it with his knees, he looked in front of him with serene eyes.
"How long do you think it will take?" Flora asked, standing next to him but not sitting down.
"He should be here in a while. If you want to sit down and rest, I'll know when he's close." Adryan raised his left hand and moved his fingers like spiders.
To the naked eye, they were empty, but from his fingertips, almost invisible threads emerged and stretched out towards the forest.
All along the way, he had left some threads that, once broken, he would be able to feel them.
With the complete digestion of his Conspirator potion, the range of this mutant ability had grown from a radius of 50 meters to one of 75. His control has significantly increased as well.
"Patience is something I have plenty of; I can wait a little longer." The Jacob said calmly, and this time, she sat down next to him, her now black eyes looking out across the clearing.
The redhead only nodded slightly and closed his eyes, focusing on feeling his threads while extending many more throughout the clearing.
...
Artelia District, Circus of the Masked Ones.
Fors Wall looked at herself in the mirror in her booth and could only sigh a little.
Just a few minutes ago, her performance for the day had finished, and now she was getting ready to go home to prepare for the Tarot Club.
On Mondays she only did one performance in the morning so she could seek inspiration on her sofa in the remaining hours.
Knock knock...
There was a soft tap on her door and she could feel her spirituality reacting a little.
At that moment, someone 'opened' the door and entered the room without the door being opened!
This was an older man, somewhat stooped. His face was marked by several wrinkles, which seemed to be in an eternal expression of tiredness. His eyes were blue.
"Forgive my manners, young lady, but I couldn't bear to continue watching your performance without doing something about it." The man bowed slightly.
Fors controlled her expression, narrowing her eyes at the man and taking a step back, following the script.
"Who are you?" She asked suspiciously.
The old man looked down a little and smiled...
Fors noticed something peculiar in that smile.
It was a smile full of experience and tired, very tired.
"I'm just a kind old man who no longer wants to see young people die..." He said with a sigh.
"You still have a lot to live for; I ask you to please leave the circus and escape the country while you still have the chance..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't do that." Fors said with conviction, her eyes burning with emotion.
"As I still have a lot to live for, I must continue here and not stop."
The man's pupils trembled a little before a sigh that dictated a long life left him.
"I already assumed that..." He looked her in the eyes and said, "Forgive my manners again. I'm old, and I easily forget things.
"I'm Alan Campbell. Could I ask for your name?"
Fors kept her mouth shut for a moment before giving a weak nod, "Livia Storm, what do you want, Mr. Alan?"
"For children to live long lives," Alan said honestly.
"You may not trust me now, but I only want the best for you. If you would allow me to help you, I would be very grateful..."
Alan paused momentarily before continuing, "As you have seen, I have the same abilities as you. I, too, am a Beyonder of the Apprentice Pathway.
"If you give me the opportunity, I can help you on this painful path."
The woman's eyes opened a little, "Do you also suffer from the ravings of the full moon?"
A sad smile settled on the old man's face, "That's right, all my life in fact.
"I can't solve that problem. I'm very sorry about that, but at least I can help you not to die from it."
She pressed her lips together momentarily, conflict visible on her face.
Seeing this, Alan calmly raised a hand, "Don't worry, Miss. I don't expect you to answer now. I can wait a few days."
He took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.
"When you have an answer, please come to this place on Friday."
Fors took it without saying anything; she just nodded slightly.
Alan placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "Have a nice day Miss Livia, I'm very sorry to have bothered you again."
After those words, Alan Campbell turned and walked through the closed door like a ghost.
Fors stared at the door without saying anything for a while...
After counting five minutes, her lips slowly lifted into a small smile.
She held the folded note with two fingers to the mirror and waved it like a trophy.
"Mission accomplished~" Fors said victoriously.
In the mirror, there was no reflection of her. Instead, a woman with blonde hair and cold blue eyes who wore dark robes.
Wraith Sharron, who had been overseeing everything, gave a subtle nod without saying anything and disappeared from the mirror.
....
Oldeah District, Lumea Forest.
Opening his eyes calmly, Adryan said without emotion, "He's here."
A moment ago, he felt some of his threads broken by a person.
Flora also opened her eyes and looked straight ahead.
Standing calmly from the trunk, the redhead watched as a man emerged from the thick forest and entered the clearing with a slow gait.
He appeared to be between forty and fifty years old. His dark blonde hair had no white lines, and his eyes were a rare amber.
This time, he was wearing black trousers, a shirt, and a jacket. His appearance was elegant and tidy, which was very appropriate considering his path.
An aura of power seemed to emanate from his body, and Adryan could not help but feel considerable respect for him.
Once he was about 10 meters away, this man looked him in the eye, placed a hand on his chest, and bowed with respect.
"It is a great blessing to meet you, Lord Kenway. I hope you can forgive my late arrival. There is no excuse for my mistake. I beg your forgiveness.
"Allow me to introduce myself, although I am sure you already know me.
"I am Dabrio Tamara, an Imperative Mage and member of the last righteous branch of the Tamara Family.
"I come to represent this entire branch...
"Please help us to confront the fallen branches that are hunting us down."
Adryan calmly looked at this demigod prostrating himself before him, his gaze impassive.
"First, let's get one thing straight, Mr. Dabrio." He began in a heavy voice, and the demigod sank a little deeper.
"My Lord knows what your family believes, and He is extremely disappointed."
Dabrio tense for a second and quickly said, "Please forgive us-"
"Wait until I finish talking, Tamara." With icy eyes, Adryan cut off the Demigod, who could only tremble a little and sink.
Not wanting to offend the Blessed of a God, Dabrio Tamara merely nodded.
Seeing this, the redhead gave a slight nod of satisfaction.
He continued:
"My Lord has nothing to do with that lunatic they call the Blood Emperor.
"Never confuse Him or think of that fellow as if he were the Scarlet Monarch. My Lord is a much older and fairer Calamity; never dare to think otherwise."
To these weighty words, Dabrio only pursed his lips slightly but gave a reverent nod.
"Understood Lord Kenway. I beg your forgiveness for our mistake."
"It is not me you have to ask for forgiveness from," Adryan said without much emotion.
Closing his eyes, he spoke again;
"Now that your mistake has been corrected. Tell me, Dabrio Tamara...
"Do you still want the help of the Scarlet Monarch?"
"With all my being," Dabrio said with conviction and emotion, his bow sinking a little deeper.
"Although I committed the horrible sin of thinking that the Scarlet Monarch was the mad Blood Emperor, my words were not lies.
"If He can help us, the Tamara family swears its faith and servitude for the rest of our lives."
"..."
Silence reigned in the clearing. The wind passed, stirring the red hair of the man who looked at the demigod expressionlessly.
Dabrio Tamara said nothing; he maintained his reverence in anxious anticipation.
"Raise your head, Tamara."
With permission finally given, he did as he was asked, and what he saw froze him.
A holy smile was on Adryan Kenway's face, who was looking at him with a gentleness he did not think possible...
It was the look and smile of a true saint.
With a gentle voice but with a hardness that only the blessed of a God could give, Adryan said, "My Lord is a merciful God as He is just. He is willing to extend His hand, but you must prove worthy.
"Hear me, for this is His will and His word: Those who are not willing to save themselves do not deserve to be saved.
"To prove your words are honest and genuine, Dabrio Tamara, you must save yourself.
"But fear not. I am the hand of my Lord, and I will help you with this, but its success will depend on what you are willing to do.
"With that said..." Adryan paused for a moment and looked serenely at the Demigod.
"What are you willing to do to survive?"
Coming out of the trance he had fallen into, Dabrio spoke with the truth of his soul.
"Anything. I'm willing to do anything."
The redhead nodded, "Then it's done."
Sitting back down on the log, the redhead placed one leg over his knee and rested his cheek on his palm.
A small smile played on his lips.
"Tell me about these pursuers; let's see what I can do."