Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 91: Edevane Family [1]

"So, let me get this straight."

Akamir said, his voice echoing within his room.

"You don’t actually know what a bloodline is?"

"That’s not what I meant."

Nayomi replied, staring into his eyes.

"I said, I am not sure what a bloodline is—."

"That’s the same thing," Akamir cut in. "You’re so dumb."

"..."

Nayomi’s lips twitched as she glared at him, clearly annoyed.

Akamir looked away and reached for the book beside his bed.

It was morning now, the start of the weekend, and he’d returned to his estate the night before.

"Bloodline... bloodline," he muttered, rubbing his chin as he flipped through the pages.

Until—.

He finally found what he was looking for.

His finger tapped the aged page.

"There," he said quietly. "Found it."

Nayomi floated closer, her glare forgotten as she leaned over his shoulder.

The book was old, its yellowed pages smelling of dust and dried herbs.

The ink had faded, but the script remained neat and elegant.

It was one of the books he’d borrowed from the dukedom’s archives.

"Bloodlines," Akamir read aloud,

"refer to the unique and often inherited imprints left by powerful ancestors. These imprints can affect one’s body, mana, or soul, and can awaken under certain conditions." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Nayomi straightened. "That’s literally what I said."

"You never said that."

She crossed her arms. "Hmph. I said I wasn’t sure, not that I was wrong."

Akamir raised a brow. "You literally said—ugh, never mind."

He turned back to the book.

"Some bloodlines grant elemental affinity, others enhance the body or alter perception. The rarest are Divine Bloodlines, remnants of gods or ancient beings."

He paused.

"...Do I have one?"

Nayomi tilted her head. "You?"

He nodded slowly. "Telekinesis doesn’t feel like a normal ability."

She floated back, thoughtful. "I suppose it’s possible. But I don’t think it’s divine."

"Why not?"

"I’ve seen what a divine bloodline can do," she said, her tone steady. "Yours doesn’t match."

Akamir shrugged. "Maybe mine’s sealed. Or dormant."

His eyes drifted back to the page.

"Besides," he muttered, "I still don’t know anything about my mother’s side."

Nayomi blinked. "Wasn’t she a commoner?"

He looked up. "For some reason... I don’t think so."

Silence stretched between them.

"Maybe," Nayomi said quietly, "maybe she’s important."

Akamir closed the book with a soft thud. "...Maybe."

Akamir wasn’t even sure who or what she was.

’I don’t even have anything that leads me back to her, except Darvin.’

He exhaled and sank back against the bed.

A note that had all the details of the Edevane family was thrown on the side.

"By the way," he said, glancing at her. "How sure are you?"

"About what?"

"That bloodlines originated from the Seraphic Tablet."

Nayomi gave a small nod. "Honestly? I still believe it. That thing was too powerful to belong to mortals."

Akamir tilted his head. "Was it really that important?"

"There were hundreds of wars fought for it," she replied. "And there will be hundreds more."

Akamir stared at her in silence.

’Does that mean, there will be more wars?’

Akamir let out a tired sigh just by thinking about it.

He had seen enough war in his life.

"Wait," he said suddenly, looking back at her. "What came first? The gods or the Seraphic Tablet?"

Nayomi hesitated for a few seconds.

"Neither."

Akamir frowned. "Then who?"

"I don’t know," she said, shaking her head. "Maybe the Golden Sun... or the Outer Gods."

His curiosity sharpened. "Outer Gods?"

She nodded slowly. "There are a few. One of them blessed the Wraith King."

Akamir sat up straighter. "Which one?"

"..."

She didn’t answer, her eyes fixed on his.

Eventually, she looked away. "I don’t know."

’Liar.’

Akamir thought but didn’t press on it.

He knew she hated talking about her past—and that wasn’t going to change today.

He sighed and stood up from the bed.

Taking a breath, he whispered, "Float."

Mana curled around Akamir’s body like mist, responding to his voice.

Slowly, he lifted off the ground just an inch or two at first, then higher.

He floated above the floor easily.

His body remained steady, the mana holding him like invisible strings.

Nayomi crossed her arms, watching him in silence.

"You’re getting better," she said.

"I had something similar back in my world," Akamir replied. "But this takes more effort."

Back in his old world, Akamir’s empire was technically far more advanced.

They had suits that could make people fly in the air.

’But nothing was quite like this,’ he thought. ’Flying on your own.’

He formed two small mana circles in his palms, using gusts of wind to steer himself forward.

It was clumsy and slow, but it worked.

’I still need time to completely get the hang of it.’

Knock! Knock!

A sudden knock on the door almost made Akamir fall face first.

"Young Master?" Zia’s voice came from the other side. "Are you ready?"

Akamir steadied himself, frowning. "Ready for what?"

Zia walked inside as she looked at him with her Obsidian eyes.

She sighed. "Lady Zaina is here to pick you up."

’Uh, fuck.’

Only now did Akamir remember he promised to visit her family.

Akamir quickly took off his shirt. "Take out my clothes."

Zia moved swiftly, opening the polished wardrobe and pulling out a deep navy tunic lined with silver thread.

She laid it carefully on the bed, then added matching trousers and a dark leather belt.

"I can’t believe you forgot," she said, voice calm but edged with disapproval.

"I didn’t forget," Akamir muttered. "I just... didn’t remember."

Nayomi snorted from the corner. "That’s literally the same thing."

"Not helping," Akamir snapped, struggling with the buttons.

Zia stepped forward and fixed them for him.

She stopped for a second when she saw his upper body, her hand brushing over them.

Akamir tilted his head. "What are you doing?"

She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I never noticed you grew up so much."

Akamir nodded silently. "...Yeah."

Zia smiled as she helped him with his dress.

"I still remember when you used to cry over everything."

Akamir looked at her. "When was that?"

"When you were uh, two years old?" She replied, shaking her head. "You always gave me a hard time."

"....Wait." Akamir mumbled, narrowing his eyes. "Since when have you been taking care of me?"

Zia blinked softly. "Since you were an infant, young master."

’Wait, she was with me from the beginning?’

Akamir frowned as he opened his mouth.

"You should go." Zia said, pushing him softly. "Lady Zaina is waiting outside."

Akamir looked back at her once again.

"We have a lot to discuss." He said. "Be ready."

She just nodded as he walked out of the room.

When he walked down the staircase he was immediately greeted by Zaina.

She slowly stood up from the sofa. "Hello."

Akamir didn’t reply, instead he looked at her.

She was wearing a long black skirt along with a purple-colored oval shirt.

Her long lavender hair fell behind her while her amber eyes stared at him.

Akamir smiled, walking towards her. "You look great."

Zaina just nodded awkwardly. "Y-you too."

Akamir now stood in front of her. "Shall we?"

"Yes." She nodded. "It will take a few hours to reach my home."

Akamir nodded as he began to walk towards the door. "I hope it will be worth it."

Zaina followed him, their steps quiet as they walked side by side.

"Wouldn’t it be easier to teleport?" Akamir asked.

Zaina smiled faintly. "Sadly, my family can’t afford it."

He blinked. "What?"

"Teleportation uses a huge number of mana stones," she said. "We can’t afford to waste them."

Akamir looked at her, more confused. "Isn’t your family an exporter of mana stones?"

She shook her head. "Doesn’t mean we can use them."

"You export them, but... can’t use them?"

She let out a small laugh. "That’s how it works. The stones are for trade, not for convenience."

"That’s dumb."

"Think what you want."

They walked out of the estate and toward the carriage waiting outside.

It was a modest one with two horses standing quietly at the front, their breath misting in the morning air.

Zaina climbed in first, and Akamir followed, sitting across from her.

As the carriage began to move, the soft clatter of wheels filled the silence between them.

Akamir rested his arm on the window, staring at the road. "So... why did your father invite me anyway?"

She looked at him.

"I don’t know." She replied. "But I want you to meet my brother."

Akamir froze in his place.

’....She has a brother?’