Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 92: Edevane Family [2]

[Edevane Baron household.]

[Krivos Kingdom]

The carriage that was carrying them came to a halt in the front of an old mansion.

It ruffled a little as the gate opened up.

Zaina was the first to walk out with a puffed face.

Akamir came out just after her.

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He thought with a tired sigh as he looked at her.

"Come on," Akamir said slowly. "...You never mentioned you had a brother."

"I said, I am not angry that you don’t even know about that," she replied grumpily. "It doesn’t matter anyway."

Akamir rubbed his temples in frustration as he walked closer. "Alright, I am sorry."

What was he sorry for?

Akamir himself didn’t understand.

Zaina finally looked at him.

After ignoring him the entire journey, she finally stopped sulking.

"Alright, fine," she replied. "Just be sure not to fight with him... He doesn’t really like you."

Akamir shrugged in response. "Why am I not surprised?"

She just smiled as she grabbed his hand. "Let’s go."

Akamir let her drag him as he looked around the place.

It was already afternoon, with the sun high above the sky.

Though, his gaze remained glued towards the eastern side.

The city of the Edevane family was close to a mountain range that was clearly visible from here.

The entire east was covered with them.

’So, that’s the place,’ Akamir thought, staring at it. ’The mana stone and mineral mine.’

A servant quickly walked out of the house towards them.

He bowed at Akamir. "Lord Asher."

Akamir keenly noted how the servant didn’t greet Zaina.

’...Hmm, I remember she was being discriminated by them.’

Akamir nodded nonetheless as the servant guided them.

The place was exactly how Akamir thought a baron’s house would look like.

It was nothing fancy or luxurious but still good enough to pass as a noble’s house.

’It’s not really bad.’

As they stepped through the front gate, someone was already waiting for them on the steps.

He was short, a little too short, with dark hair cut short and a baby face that made him look obese.

The boy wasn’t older than eight.

His expression, though, was easily readable, as his eyes narrowed the second he saw Akamir.

"Akamir," Zaina said, stopping beside the little boy. "This is my little brother, Cyrus."

Cyrus said nothing for a moment.

Then, he extended a hand.

Akamir looked at it, then shook it firmly.

Cyrus’s hand was small and soft, but the grip he gave wasn’t weak.

He didn’t say anything after the handshake either, just kept staring up at Akamir with the kind of seriousness that didn’t belong on an eight-year-old’s face.

"...Nice to meet you," Akamir said, breaking the silence.

"Hmph," Cyrus replied, pulling his hand back. "You’re taller than I expected."

Zaina stifled a laugh. "That’s what you’re starting with?"

Cyrus looked at her. "You didn’t tell me he was this tall. It’s like shaking hands with a tree."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Should I apologize for growing properly?"

"You don’t have to try being funny," he said. "I won’t like you anyway."

Zaina stepped forward. "Alright, alright, let’s go inside."

The three of them entered the house.

Inside, the air was cooler.

The stone walls held onto the shade, and the curtains were drawn just enough to keep the heat out.

Akamir noticed right away there were no family portraits.

No signs of warmth and no family frames either.

’Feels more like a military base than a home,’ he thought.

Akamir did remember how her family had been promoted just recently.

He let out a sigh as Cyrus brought him to the guest room.

"Entertain the guest, Cyrus," Zaina said, looking at him. "I will be right back."

’Ah, shit, here we go again.’

Akamir let out a sigh as they both were left alone.

Cyrus didn’t sit down as he glared at Akamir.

"So," Akamir said, looking at him. "Is Zaina your real siste—"

"Leave her alone," Cyrus cut in his words. "Break the engagement with my sister."

Akamir blinked.

For a second, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.

Then he let out a dry chuckle. "You’re pretty direct, aren’t you?"

"I’m serious." Cyrus didn’t even flinch. "I don’t want her marrying someone like you."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of person am I, exactly?"

Cyrus crossed his arms tightly. "Arrogant. Proud. You think you’re better than everyone just because you’re strong."

Akamir rubbed his temples. "Who said that?"

"Brother Arthur!" he replied, raising his voice. "He told me everything."

Akamir smiled softly. ’Of course it’s him.’

He gently stood up and grabbed the boy, dragging him closer.

Cyrus visibly shook as Akamir stared dead into his eyes.

"I have something I want you to do," he said, his voice refusing to hear no.

Cyrus gulped down. "W-what?"

"The next time you see Arthur," Akamir said, fixing his shirt,

"Tell him ’Zaina will moan under me and only me, stop his pathetic attempt and give up otherwise he will be eaten alive.’"

Cyrus’s face turned red, partly from rage, partly from embarrassment.

"You... you’re a beast!" he shouted, voice cracking.

Akamir leaned back. "You said you didn’t like me anyway. Why not give him a real reason?"

Cyrus looked like he was about to explode. His small fists clenched tightly at his sides, his jaw trembling.

"I won’t say that," he snapped. "You’re disgusting."

Akamir shrugged. "That’s fine. I’ll make sure Arthur hears it himself then."

Before Cyrus could spit another insult, the door creaked open and Zaina returned, holding a tray with three glasses of cold juice.

She paused at the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of them.

"...What happened?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Ask him," Cyrus muttered, looking away as he stomped toward the corner of the room.

Akamir just smiled and took a glass. "We’re bonding."

Zaina sighed and set the tray down. "Cyrus, I told you not to start a fight."

"He started it!" Cyrus barked, glaring at Akamir again. "He threatened Arthur!"

Zaina blinked. "What?"

"He said—he said horrible things!"

Akamir raised a brow. "He’s exaggerating."

"You told me to tell Arthur—!"

Before he could complete his words, the door opened up once again.

This time, a man walked inside.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a blunt jaw and rough features that spoke of battlefield experience.

His dark beard was neatly trimmed, and his crimson cape bore the sigil of House Edevane.

Edwarld smiled, looking at him. "Son-in-law! Hahaha! Welcome!"

Akamir stood up as he walked towards him. "Pardon for my intrusion."

"Don’t be!" he replied, shaking his hand. "You are always welcome!"

Edwarld’s laugh boomed through the room like thunder.

He clapped Akamir on the back hard enough to make him stumble a step.

"How have you been?" he asked, looking at him. "You sure have grown since I last saw you!"

"I am fine," Akamir replied, looking at him. "By the way, why did you call me here?"

Edwarld’s smile faltered as he looked at his daughter.

"About that..." he said. "Zaina, prepare for lunch."

"...Yes."

Zaina softly said before she moved out of the hallway.

Edwarld motioned for Akamir to follow as he turned toward the hallway.

Though confused, Akamir followed the man.

The inside of the mansion had the smell of old wood and metal.

Polished swords lined the walls.

The only decorations were weapons, shields, and dusty old banners.

Edwarld led Akamir to his office as they both walked inside the room.

He closed the door behind them and walked toward the desk, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.

Akamir stayed standing.

"Sit," Edwarld said, pulling out the chair across from his.

Akamir nodded and took his seat, adjusting his sleeves.

There was a moment of silence. Edwarld didn’t sit immediately.

Instead, he walked to a shelf and poured himself a drink from a glass decanter.

"Want some?" he asked.

"Get to the point," Akamir said, looking at him. "Why did you call me here?"

Edwarld stopped whatever he was doing and moved back to his seat.

He took his moment to look at Akamir properly.

"The church contacted me," he said. "They want me to break this engagement."

Akamir scoffed. "Of course."

Edwarld narrowed his eyes. "You seem to know about it."

Akamir ignored his question. "What did you say?"

"Let me finish my words," Edwarld said, looking at him. "The ’Church’ contacted me."

He repeated his words before staring dead into his eyes.

"They want Zaina to lose her purity."

Akamir’s expression turned serious.

"What?"