Ling Yue POV

I just entered my room and drank my tea when he burst the news to me. Which ended with me choking on my drink while holding my cup. Seriously he should not give me the letter from my grandfather during these times. I swear this idiotic king is out to get me so I’d get my tongue numb from the hotness of my drink or make me choke. Slowly I received the letter from him as I shoo him away.

“Dear Ling Yue,

I’m sorry for not being there for you. Not being able to raise you to be as great of a figure as your mother. Therefore as your grandmother (threaten me) said since our daughter your mother’s death you haven’t been able to learn how to be feminine enough. Always hanging out with unpleasant characters and learning only to fight. So that being said I already handled all the paperwork. Your grandmother said she will be there to receive you in the city. Once you arrive at her house that is.”

You can tell the tone is strained from his writing. Grandfather can never win against grandmother. Mother’s arranged marriage was her idea after all. It’s also how she had Aya. It angers me I can’t go directly there to their place and storm at Aya myself. Almost as if grandmother knew but from Arthur’s tone this arrived 3 days ago when I was being helped out by Luna. Aya’s incident was 7 days ago. Grandmother doesn’t live with Aya so knowing her it was decided on a whim. Sure I grew up with assassins but the hell is with the be more feminine.

After the incident with my father and the Witches Garden I ended up being raised by uncle. Considering the world we live in where survival is the top choice how am I supposed to act feminine. It’d be utter disaster if I tried. Mother also didn’t have the time to teach me because she was in between paperwork and managing the souls that ended up here. Though the huge difference between me and mother is that she herself wanted to go through each souls herself. Where as I am like my predecessors where we had other souls helping manage.

“A knock on the door won’t kill you right.” (Leane)

The fairy queen who is helping me here instead of passing on to her next life. Her long wavy green hair flowed as if the wind played with her. Yet she didn’t seem to mind her clothes that mistakes her for a elf. As I said before she’s also like an older sister but she also has a motherly figure. Almost as if on instinct that she acts like that though. Though she did carry the air of a noble high class lady but she seemed too gentle. Leane’s voice sounded soft and as soothing as a lullaby as ever.

“Didn’t know he actually delivered the letter once you came to sit in your room. By the way I arranged for the seal to be studied while I treated your guest politely. Also still no news of Mei at all. She’s been missing still. Actually I thought you forgot about her already by now. Your mother only mentioned her once when she was alive but I kept note of it. You know in case you forgot someone whom grew up with you as well.” (Leane)

“No. It’s like someone clouded that memory on purpose. Mei is actually a genius on techniques, lock picking, trap detecting, spells, artes, historical ruins, items (common, uncommon, rare, epic, divine, immortal, god), weapons, blacksmithing and seals. Most annoying of all she’s 1 of the current era able to use Forbidden Artes freely. As for her features I can’t remember.” (Ling Yue)

“The most annoying is those type of spells being cast on the victim to make sure you don’t remember. Well it’ll come to you eventually since it’s now starting to wear off. Though it bugs me that it’s taken this long. It just means the caster has such a high level in magic that it lasted so long.” (Leane)

“So you’re saying I’m going to have to be careful.” (Ling Yue)

“As it is we have no clue who casted the spell on you.” (Leane)

“I’ll worry about it if I come into contact with the said person then. But seriously is it me or trouble has been following me since as long as I can remember.” (Ling Yue)

“Don’t jinx it yet. I’ll open a portal to your grandmother’s house. She owns a condo inside the city after all.” (Leane)

I shrug to her words but it’s the truth since it’s never been calm wherever I go. Actually I’d love if there was a calm instead a storm of trouble for me. Instead I stared at the portal in front of me with a foul mood. Yes I know she meant well but the portals used here always leaves you feeling like you left your stomach somewhere inside. So once you step out the other side you’d end up throwing up all you had.

“Can’t you just give me location and teleport me there.”

“Oh right, you other races aren’t born like us fairies. It’s no wonder you dislike the fun feeling.” (Leane)

No, she’s fine in the head but it’s true. Their race thinks it’s fun after coming out, it’s also why they travel by portal. All other races it’s the nasty feeling and throwing up afterwards. If any other race didn’t know the fairies and they just came out of a portal happy, they’d probably think that person is mental.

“By the way there was also a message from former goddess Hera saying she needed you to check on Artemis whom former goddess of wisdom Athena used an unknown potion on and is located at that same academy you’re going to.”

See, there it is trouble follows me whenever I go even if I’m not there. But then again they can send letter here due to one fact, I and my predecessors have never changed our location of being here. Or to put it in simpler terms moved from the land of souls as I call it. Though ancestor Hades calls it underworld. I prefer my way though sounds less negative and it’s also because they come here in soul form. But before I went into deeper thought I was pushed through by a panicking Leane. Which I’m guessing she sold me out since if my grandfather sent me a letter then she’d send one to threaten Leane.

(Skip the throwing up part)

I arrived here to see my grey haired grandmother who looked like she’s in her 30s. Although albeit in business black suit as if she’s a cooperate slave. This is the goddess of creation and crafts. Also known as the goddess of fire and blacksmith. Yes that’s what crafts stands for. She’s mostly worshiped by the dwarves though faith is also sealed for her. Her fit figure is something that’s not simple since she’s a lot older than my mother. That being said she did tell mother she stopped counting her age already.

“Grandmother Telmina.” (Ling Yue)

“Oh let’s see how you grew up. As I told your mother there’s no need for you to be trained by those petty men. Look where it got her for acting out of the norm.” (Telmina)

Right I nearly forgot she hates my father more than anything else but she likes me and mother. Yes she just hates father in general. Though any of father’s men is considered bad for me is what grandmother thinks. Not that I really mind since she’s kind to both me and mother. I followed her into the house since right now is night time here for some reason. Guess different time era regions has different time period for when the sun and moons are out. Well not that humans notice the double moons here or outside. But I choked when I saw my aunt on the couch. This is the person whom terrifies me the most of all my family members because no one knows what she thought.

She’s always been a mystery in the family, her name is Celen. Her white dress made her look ethereal yet the vibe she always gives off is more like an immortal. The cold look she gives every time makes me very uncomfortable. Celen maybe my aunt but when I asked mother she said aunt Celen has been been like that for as long as she can remember. Yet here she was sitting on the couch in that pose like a fairy blending into nature. Something tells me this school thing might not be so simple since she now looks like she’s 15 years old. Yes she can control her age that she appears in. Hell, she’s worst than that being in the same room as her is as if your letting a parasite bite into your soul bit by bit. That’s how it feels to stay in the same room with her in total silence. It’s not that we don’t get along, it’s that aunty doesn’t seem to try with family or friends. What’s harder for me is the expressionless voice of hers along with her facial expression. It’s like a doll without emotions. Now imagine that in the form of a person standing in the same room. That’s how it feel so like when she talks. Which is creepy as a frozen sea with glaciers. Fact that I know of her from mother, she likes staying near water or the sea the most. Well except this person has it worst than a person with facial paralysis. It’s like her emotions are like that.

”So me and your aunt have decided that she will be attending at the same time as you. Well I decided that but it’s because it’ll help you two bonding.”

Grandmother why don’t you just say you one sidedly decided it and pulled aunt Celen into the equation. And if I didn’t see her in person on the couch moving her eyes, I’d think you made a statue to replicate Aunt Celen. This is utter madness for both me and her.