Chapter 47: Runes and Glyphs

Chapter 47: Runes and Glyphs

Tom found his attention captivated by smattering of maps scattered across the crystalline table, though, perhaps not quite as captivating as the strip of dried meat he was wolfishly tearing away at. With every bite a tangy flavour seeped onto his tongue, its savoury richness elevating what should have been bland tasting rations into a dish Tom actually found himself enjoying. Though he couldnt be sure how much of his praise stemmed from having gotten used to a life of surviving on unflavoured, poorly cooked beast meat that oftentimes ended up contaminated with fur and dirt. Either way, Tom definitely wasnt complaining.

Jeez, if you were that hungry I could have made you something better, Alephs voice sounded out from his left, her flowing silver hair now a tangled mess as her usually striking physique was lazily sprawled across the only cot in the entire chamber.

Do you know how to cook? Tom asked before his teeth sunk into the meat jerky, biting away another small chunk.

I know how to fry. Basically the same thing, she answered, her tone sounding a little amused.

Tom clicked his tongue in response, his gaze flickering back to the maps.

His interest already piqued, Tom decided to lean a little closer to get a better view of its intricate details.

His right leg inadvertently bumped into a hard surface, causing him to react with mild surprise. Although he didnt recall scanning the crystalline table beyond a passing glance, his attention more drawn to the maps resting upon it, its tall height meant that he should have long spotted anything placed underneath it.

Slightly curious, he angled his gaze downwards.

Aleph., Toms startled voice rang out.

Yes? An innocuous tone answered, oblivious to his surprise.

What the hell is that supposed to be? A bewildered Tom asked, his index finger pointing at a chest nestled beneath the crystalline table; a chest that was fashioned out of a deep, dark metal that was emanating a chilliness that he could feel down to his bones. Incandescent runic symbols ran across the length of the rectangular chest, its surface otherwise appearing to be impervious to blemishes, corrosion or any incongruencies. A small, circular keyhole no larger than a coin was placed in the centre of the chest, the only visible aperture he could spot and most likely, the only weakness in the entire structure.

And more importantly, how did I miss the most striking object in the entire damn room?

Oh that, Aleph nonchalantly replied as she rose to a sitting position on the cot. Well, its my inheritance.

Your. inheritance? Tom repeated after her, the question in his tone obvious. Whatever that chest contained, he was sure of two things it was magical in nature and it was most definitely dangerous.

Yes my in-heri-tance. You know, the thing your old man leaves behind after he croaks, Aleph pointedly replied. Well, the inheritance of the Noble Longstradia family, if you care for the specifics.

Toms eyes widened in shock, his expression incredulous.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Aleph shrugged, seemingly allowing him to drop the topic.

Anyway, since youre so willing to volunteer information, why cant you unlock your own familys inheritance?

Because, Tom flinched as Aleph took a step forward, her right foot encrusted with crystals in the blink of her eye before she sent it crashing against the chest. Tom watched in abject shock as her crystals shattered upon making contact with its dark metal surface, raising his hand to stop the crystal dust from getting into his eyes. Its pretty much impenetrable. Though even if I had a weapon strong enough to force it open, the runes inside the surface would liquefy the chests contents. As for the way to unlock it, well. my parents uh well they had to leave before they could get around to teaching me the Greater Control Glyph.

Tom noticed the rise in Alephs pitch as she mentioned her parents, followed by a crack in her voice as she tried to reign in their emotions. But there was something more to her words, something that caused the gears in his mind to start rapidly whirring.

Aleph, Tom tried to hide the tingle of excitement that had flashed through him, his voice coming across as a little deeper than usual. This Glyph you mentioned. Do you think any Academy Student would know it?

Aleph turned her gaze towards Tom, giving him an odd look.

Its not something that the Academy typically teaches, no. Not particularly because theyre inclined to hide it or anything but well, most of them simply arent talented enough to master it. But., She trailed off.

But? Tom asked, his expression piqued.

There are a few among the direct descendants of Nobles that should be capable of it. Why?

Interesting.

I was just curious, you know. If there was some way to beat the secret out of them, He jested, trying to draw away Alephs attention.

Aleph responded with a chuckle.

Do you even know what Glyphs are? She asked teasingly.

Am I supposed to? Tom countered, feigning a little sourness.

His eyes followed Aleph as she walked over to the bookshelf hed been interested in, plucking out a small, leather bound journal and thumbing through its pages until she found what she was looking for.

Tom had walked over to her, clearly intrigued.

The Control Glyph, she proclaimed. Before you dream of beating a Noble Scion, first try to catch up with them.