The Third Party - Chapter 92

3rd Person’s POV (12 yrs., 8 months)

After a few minutes of messing around and having fun by the beach, engaging on swimming and having their lunch, with a little bit of help from the mer people by providing them food, the group readied themselves to leave the place.

“Thank you for accommodating us in such short notice, we had a great time.” said Klein to the two mer people that he had appointed as the leaders of this group. The man and woman clad in shell armor with their helmets tuck below their arms bowed in recognition.

“You’re welcome Master, we are more than happy to be of service.” said the man. “Please do visit us once again Master.” said the woman as both of them raised their heads to meet their Master’s gaze.

Klein gave them one last nod and set out to join his group. The two mer people nodded once again with a smile and returned to their group as well bounding to the comforts of their home.

With the group set and a magic circle the color of purple below their feet, the group was teleported back to the training field through Ken’s magic, not without a final caress of the wind on their forms, hair and clothing both fluttering along.

The beach looked like it was never touched as it was before the group suddenly arrived, on the far distance, the crackling energies of lightning intensified issuing loud booms of thunder reverberating on the island.

Even the barrier surrounding it wasn’t spared as it sent out a faint rumble along the skies. Another entity had also stirred up within the place of calm serene blue scenery of the beach, as a single small snowflake formed itself on mid-air, slowly falling on the ground.

Once the snowflake had touched the ground it broke into small particles of glittering dust of snow, melting under the heat of the sun.

The entity of whom had sent out the snowflake could only sigh softly, her pale skin and ice blue dress that flowed even with such minimal design or ornaments, her three ice crystal crown above her white hair glinted a soft light.

Her goddess like beauty unmistakable in the eyes of the many, recognizing her as the ‘Ice Queen’ of this land, but her expression of distress greatly contrasted her oh so ethereal features.

“Someday, I’ll find you, whoever you are.” It was not clear of whom she was referring to, her gaze looking outside the balcony of ice she had abruptly made.

Her powers are exceptional, for even small tasks that require her power she could do on the confines of her seat at the throne room adding greatly to amplifying her power, but she wonders, why there was a need to create this in order to reach that place.

No matter, she will leave this task for another day, right now there are duties that she needs to attend to. She passed by the hallway of her throne room heading for the door by the left of her direction, but not before casting a gaze at a mark on her ceiling.

That small inconspicuous mark ranging from small to large circles inside a circle, for what looks like a magic circle.

At the field where Ken and his group was teleported to, everyone was instructed to return to their duties. Everyone complied without complain and the day returned to its normal course with the students training under their Masters.

The once quiet place filled with the sounds of spells exploding, metals clanking and swift movements, accompanied by the village people occasionally watching them train, with children playing along the borders of the field or by the trees watching their big brothers and sisters with admiration.

With nothing much happening along the days ahead, except for the excessive use of mana by Ken and company with the magic trees he planted, no overflow of mana was found.

Along with the daily visit of Ken to that noble man, monitoring the man’s progress in recovering, added mana circles here and there to help the man’s recovery and increase his mana and magic over time passively.

Ken figures it might give the man more fire power to survive whatever dog blood situation he got himself into and will be encountering in the near future, with that situation he was in, there’s no telling when’s the next attempt on his life will be.

Ken still hasn’t figured out the person’s name since he only visits for a short amount of time in the morning for of course he has duties along with the fact that the man seems to be the quiet type.

Ken just observed from afar or up close as the man struggle by himself, grunts of pain or a tranquil expression plastered on his face at different occasions. The man prefers silence so it seems.

The more Ken had observed the more that he had convinced himself that whomever may find themselves in front of this person before them may find themselves falling as the man was such a sight to behold with those handsome manly features.

That slightly bulky athletic type of body and that handsome face, to which Ken was already immune to with so many good looking people he interacts with everyday. Those pitch black eyes were beautiful though.

Alas Ken was left to his thoughts of matchmaking thinking whether the person is of good compatibility for his friends or any female at the Northern Village.

The man had also noticed the slight disturbance in the air since the third day he was living by the cliff, but it’s not something he repelled consciously, he welcomed the feeling although it makes him wonder whatever the feeling may be.

It was new, but after a few more days, he has gotten used to the feeling, he suspects that the ‘fox spirit’ that visited him on the second day was the one issuing the disturbance every single day.

Just like the man, Ken’s powers had steadily grew as the days pass by, for right as he left that black space and given the visions, the ‘Transitioning/Puberty’ had given him a steady boost in power.

A whopping 50% increase in Cultivation efficiency and strength, but the people around Ken and himself did not even notice.

If only they had noticed how the objects Ken conjured the time they were at the beach had a certain pressure to it, as is the results of undergoing ‘Transitioning’ at an early age, wonder what would have happened if he had undergone it on the right age of 13.

Three weeks passed in the blink of an eye, carrying with it the promise of another surprise, as Ken’s friends looked at him in wonder at how he seems to be glowing every single day.

His black hair that softly swayed on whichever style he tied it to, his flawless face that seemed to become creamier as the days go by, but the healthy light brown color was still there.

His body had slightly grown taller and had given him proportions in all the right places, almost, his figure just screamed both handsome and feminine to his friends, yet he’s oblivious to it.

(12 yrs., 9 months)

It was Monday again, another new day, another new start for everyone in the village, Ken’s parents had finished deciphering the magic enchantment left on their friend’s home, finding themselves in Brock’s basement.

To find that their friend and approximately 12 other humans 4 of which are kids no younger than 3-6 years old had survived the onslaught, tears of relief and happiness flooded the pairs face looking at their friend with a couple other safe below the surface.

Bouts of apologies got themselves thrown here and there as Lyn profusely begged for forgiveness for not getting them out of the basement which almost turned into their tomb.

Brock was more than happy that him and the others were rescued by their friends. How could Lyn and Alfred not be emotional at this revelation when these people where ones whom were very dear and close to them.

They were the people whom Alfred, Lyn, Lorna, and Erick had that accepted them into their household, a household of orphans, ones bond grew deep in their situation of disowned people, finding themselves in the midst of kindness.

Speaking of the other couple, imagine Lorna and Erick’s surprise when Alfred and Lyn had brought back Brock and the others. They were not short of tears as they were of snot as the two but almost launched themselves head first on their ‘family’.

As Lyn and Alfred lived relatively far from the village, Erick and Lorna were the ones who were close with the people that had come together with them, a measly population of 48 humans down to the number of 13, counting Alfred and Erick’s family, they would be 19 humans left on this valley.

Except for Celine’s tribe whom were already native in this place, but still they were still considered humans as well. Ken, Wilbert, and Celine reunited with their fellow kids, the four consisting of two boys and two girls.

The former two being younger than the latter two. Nonetheless a big celebration was ensued for the safety of their friends coming back from that horrible situation. Thinking back on it, Ken can’t help but feel gratitude in his heart that they had such a powerful spell that helped them survive.

Knowing that it was his parents who initially made such a spell and later enhanced by their uncle Brock made it all the more nice to have the knowledge of.

‘I must learn that spell, but I won’t be pushy, there’s no need to rush that much.’ He thought to himself, hair tied in a ponytail, clothed in their morning exercise garment, ready to tackle another day full of body pain.

Yes, he had kicked up their initial exercise when he found out that the sets they did in the past no longer helped his body, despite looking rather athletic, he wants to grow those muscles, the weights didn’t help in his goals, so he added both the weights and the sets as well.

Petty as always, leading to his friends groaning in anguish for a whole week as he had forcefully took charge of the morning exercises, but what would be a small sacrifice for good benefits.

Looking at his friends whom were waiting by the field, he could say that he may have given them a hard time with his tyrannical way of executing those drills, but the results were satisfactory in his eyes.

The males in their group had that slight charm of a boy entering manly-hood, with their well proportioned bodies and tall height, not to mention their already cute faces turning handsome, slightly, like shedding their baby skin for something more.

The females in their group received the same proportions as well in the form of clearer skin, exuding beautiful feminine features and slim but strong bodies.

Saber’s cold countenance was a huge contrast to his handsome and slowly showing manly features, as his body was leaning more to a masculine figure and face, making him almost look like a brute but with a scholar aura, which would be an inevitable outcome in the future.

Icarus’ bad boy looks amplified, body generating that of a rowdy young master entering it’s teen years, Glen didn’t look like an idiot anymore from his slightly chubby form from before had now turned himself into a charming young man, his brown hair having a slight shine to it.

Wilbert had that noble air to him looking almost like a prince out of a fairy tale, golden locks and a boy next door smile that could topple the ladies if they give him more years to develop his charms.

Allen looked like an unobtainable snobby cold young master of a prominent family, with those indifferent eyes of his that looked like they could stare at the deepest parts of your sole and leave you in a trance coupled with that sinfully handsome face of his was just too much.

A tall and handsome one too.

Celine had shed that extremely innocent vibe with a strong independent innocent woman posture, Lila had turned devilishly beautiful that everyone would argue that she could rival the beauty of even demons, with those white creamy skin and oriental beauty.

Riyah’s refined noble aura was mixed with a bit of independence along with maturity coming along fast as the speed of lightning as she exuded both nobility and humbleness.

Princess Lang’s beauty almost exploded, as a prominent member of the Royal Dragons, her beauty from before had further amplified now, that strong independence had put an air of a noble lady who does not back down and has perfect control of her surroundings.

Flin was a mixture of both feminine and handsomeness, but leaning more on the feminine side, his long hair and slim stature with that petite form had exude both care and strength in his image, as if one would rather spoil him rotten and at the same time not.

All the boys except for Flin had their hairs cut short courtesy of Ken as he was the one who cut it personally, and made them look like those male protagonists from popular anime. The girls had themselves pestered with Ken in taking care of theirs.

Ken smiled brightly, his friends noticing his arrival, waved at them as he joined the group, anticipating the day ahead, as well as the development of his plans.

Later in the afternoon as everyone had a one on one session with their masters, a messenger riding a dragon passed by over everyone’s head. Princess Lang naturally recognizing that rider and the signature Dragon Kingdom’s armor and crest had a wide eyed look on her face.

“Yo, your highness, you okay there?” asked Kilean as he was her sparring partner for this session, Princess Lang snapped out of her shock and nodded at Kilean.

“Yes Master.” skeptical as to why a messenger from her kingdom had arrived without warning as she hasn’t sent out a letter of assistance or something along those lines.

The Dragon messenger landed his dragon relatively near the location where his highness was at, went down the ride and approached the princess.

She did not forget to dispel the barrier that they were in to receive whatever letter the messenger may have for her.

“Your highness, his majesty has a message for you.” the messenger gave the princess a scroll sealed by a gold ribbon. The princess opened the letter and read the content with haste.

Just as curious as they were, Ken and company sneakily approached the princess from behind, wanting to know as well what message his majesty has for her daughter.

A gasp rang out from her catching the others off guard, but this gasp wasn’t that of surprise but of delight. She abruptly turned around and pushed the letter in front of everyone’s face.

“My father agreed in meeting everyone!” she exclaimed, the joy on her face was unmistakably visible.

“Oh, it says here that he ‘insist’ on coming over.” said Riyah, this time, it was Princess Lang’s eyes to turn wide.

“Wait.” she abruptly turned the letter her way, read furiously the part her friend pointed out to her, and could not help but exclaim.

“WHAT?!” something tells her that this meeting might not end well, her friend’s confused face in front of her, but she was oblivious to them, her thoughts running a mile per second.

Ken blinked curiously at the sudden change on her highness’ tone. Wonder what could that be, he thought to himself.

His friends also silently asking a similar question.

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