Chapter 134: Back Home

Chapter 134: Back Home



Exiting the portal, Emir finally returned home after many months of training on a foreign planet, in a distant realm.

The air of the ruins enveloped him, carrying a sense of familiarity mixed with an eerie stillness.

The memorial room's walls, adorned with intricate carvings and weathered by time, stood tall and proud, a testament to Marcus Aurelius, to Silent.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Breathing deeply, Emir savored the scent of the place.

The tranquil ambiance provided a brief respite from the battles he had faced and the challenges that awaited him.

But, he knew that he couldn't afford to bask in this moment of calm.

The Order... Magnus was on the move.

So, snapping himself out of that comfort, he tightened his grip on his daggers and headed toward the ruin's exit.

He navigated through the dimly lit corridors, where shafts of light pierced through from unknown sources, casting ethereal beams that danced upon the ancient stone floor.

Soon, a single word echoed behind him as he left the Silent Archive, carried on an unseen breeze:

"Farewell."

...

[Hey, Lyra, it's been some time, hasn't it?] Emir said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he approached Lyra, who had just exited a sleek cruiser.

Running up to him, she threw her arms around him, engulfing him in a tight embrace.

Her cascading white hair fell around them, momentarily obscuring his vision.

Emir chuckled and playfully ruffled her hair.

"Thanks for the warm welcome."

Looking up at him, her eyes shimmering with affection, Lyra exclaimed:

"I missed you so much!"

Emir gently kissed her forehead and stepped back as he glanced back at the cruiser.

"Mom's company really got big, huh?" He remarked, a hint of pride evident in his voice.

Lyra nodded, a mix of admiration and amusement on her face.

"Yes, we called it Prince Emporium."

"Oh... So yall included my name in there... Nice." He said with a hearty chuckle.

A smile graced Lyra's lips as she met his gaze.

"Well, we had to make sure your name stayed in people's hearts and minds, even in your absence."

During their journey, Lyra filled Emir in on everything he needed to know about the current

events.

She also shared information about the state of Prince Emporium.

It had started as a small and upcoming business focused on relic trade, but with Lyra's assistance, they managed to expand rapidly.

They were now proud owners of a shop in the lower district, where they showcased their

wares and conducted transactions with customers on the daily.

And as she finished briefing him on the details, they arrived at their destination.

They then parked their vehicles in an allocated section for the lower district.

Stepping off his bike, Emir joined Lyra, walking silently beside her.

While they walked through the bustling lower district, a place teeming with life and activity,

he took note of their surroundings.

Many buildings with worn-out signs adorned the streets, while the air carried the scent of various vendors' offerings.

People went about their daily routines, their conversations overlapping in a symphony of

voices.

Turning his attention to his front, he looked at Lyra, noticing that her flowing white hair caught the attention of those around them, drawing curious gazes from both hunters and

simple workers in the area.

At first, he flinched, assuming they were being eyed for a potential fight.

But then he remembered that her appearance had reverted to her true looks, showing a face, and body too beautiful, not to look at.

The thought of him being the one a lot of the girls were looking at never crossed his mind.

Although he was aware of his own good looks, he never considered himself a head-turner. His focus was always on evaluating the potential dangers in any situation, not on the

admiration he might receive.

'Are some of them spies?'

'This guy is acting suspicious...'

'Are we being followed?'

Those thoughts constantly ran through his head, never-ending.

"Emir!"

But then a single word drowned them all out as he finally noticed who was standing in front of

him.