The Last Primal

"Excuse my rashness Sirs but this is utterly pointless to waste time on anymore." The blonde teen, sighed with frustration, slumping back on his chair. For minutes now, there were no visuals, or sound at all, and without being in direct contact with the device he wouldn't be able to perceive the emotions coming from the peasant boy.

This time, however, he wasn't the only one feeling that continuing, watching the memories would lead to anywhere. They have already pretty much confirmed that the display was tampered with, so its contents would hardly be believable.

Sharing the youth's sentiment, Sir Arthur sighed helplessly, putting the Mirror Device away and placing it down on the table. He quickly looked over the rest of his peers, and as he saw the same expression on their faces, he couldn't do anything.

Turning his attention towards the young boy, he released a troubled-looking, wry smile and spoke out loudly.

"Aiden, you can stop it now, thank you."

Hearing the command, Aiden instantly halted the memory transference, and whilst making sure to keep his true emotions in check, he donned his usual, friendly, casual calm outlook on his face as he returned the elder's gaze.

"As you wish, Lord Sonovan." He nodded, putting the smaller counterpart of the device on the ground and pushing it towards the larger one.

"Did you learn anything? Did my memories help?" Breaking the short silence, Aiden asked with an innocent look in his eyes and tone.

His inquiry instantly irked the arrogant young noble, hitting his hands loudly on the desk, he jumped up from his seat, pointing his right index finger at the pure, oblivious-looking boy.

"You! How dare you! We know you did something! Come clean you… you PEAS-"

"ENOUGH!" Before the young master could finish his contemptuous words a powerful roar shook the walls of the small room. Instantly, the boy's thoughts froze, his previous brazen show of clout faded into thin air. His legs wobbled under the newfound pressure coming from the center of the room, he quickly sat back down on his seat, without daring to look up at all.

As the situation diffused itself, Sir Arthur coughed his tone, his volume instantly shifting to a friendlier, warmer, apologetic one as he turned towards the golden-eyed youngster again.

"I apologize for that. You see, just as you have seen, this new generation is still a bit hot-headed. Just like my grandson, the sons and daughters of other households are hard to control and teach how to behave. Please don't take offense to his words. I can assure you, neither of us shares such ideologies and sentiments."

Hearing his words, though he dared not to fight back and speak up, the blonde noble teen clenched his fists. His arrogance, slowly but surely transforming, his chaotic mindset tainted by the arrogance and darkness of the world was slowly elevating this peasant's stature into something that he grew more and more assured of that was in need of termination.

His ideas about prying his secrets, and learning the exact position of those previously undiscovered and hopefully treasure-filled ruins slowly, but surely started to take shape.

He no longer cared about the rest of the details of the evening, his mind was filled with sinister thoughts, hungering for the revenge he felt was justified.

Suddenly, once again, halting the discussion, he loudly pushed back his chair as he stood up. Then, turning towards the elders in the room, he gave a slight bow before speaking up.

"I apologize for my actions to all of you, respected elders. I will, however, have to ask your forgiveness for one last time as I am going to take my leave and explain the situation and the upcoming threat to my family."

With that said, without waiting for an answer, he turned around and walked out of the room, ignoring the guards as well. Once the door closed behind him, his figure quickly vanished in the cover of the night.

Already aware of the boy's incredible perception, and Sir Arthur's power, he didn't stop until he was certain he left their range before halting his steps and waiting for the rest of his attaché to arrive at his location.

His face was twisted into a malevolent grin, his madness quickly began to consume the last bits of his rationale…

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For a while, the room was left in silence, as one of the investigators abruptly left. Each one of them silently followed the route the blonde slick-haired young master took waiting until he left the range of their abilities before letting out sighs of their own and shifting their attention back on Aiden and the chained-up captive.

"Once again, I can only apologize, for it seems that unwillingly we have caused some troubles to you Aiden. Rest assured, I will make sure to-"

"There is no need to bother with him, Sir Arthur." Interrupting the elder's words, Aiden shook his head and with his usual calm, nonchalant smile he added. "This is hardly a nuisance. You don't need to waste time and effort on an ant. Just focus on what truly is important."

He added, giving a quick glance towards the captive man.

"Right… You are correct." Sir Arthur coughed, hiding his embarrassment before he continued.

"Anyway… Now that the disruptions have been dealt with, I would like to once again, thank you for your assistance with the matter. While it is true that there were some questions raised during your recount, it's not something you need to bother with."  A gentle, friendly smile could be seen shining through the silvery cover of his thick, short beard.

"Yes, young man, we thank you for your cooperation." Nodding the general courtly added.

"As a show of gratitude, you can decide to leave the room if you wish you had enough, or continue to sit in and listen as we question our foreign friend here." Captain John, although not with the highest level of power, but with the real authority in the room, added, allowing the youngster the privilege to stay.

One has to know that normally, after finishing his side of the story, Aiden would have been escorted out of the room. Dealing with such a high caliber was not something a commoner would be allowed to listen in to or witness at all.

Aiden nodded at the elders with his usual smile, before slowly shifting his focus towards the chained and collared captive sitting beside him.

The captured officer, as he saw this unknown monster's gaze reach him, couldn't help but tremble under his unnatural presence. To him, that calm, warm smile wasn't friendly or relaxing at all. No, on the contrary, it caused a shiver to run through his spine, the memories of that terrifying aura once again resurfaced in his mind.

The captive's change in demeanor, increased heart rate and the small beads that appeared in his forehead didn't escape Sir Arthur's sight. He looked puzzled, as he glanced over to the youngster once again, not sure what to make of what he was seeing.

Why would such a proud, strong, and seasoned officer that probably had already seen and dealt with all kinds of horrors be so terrified? What did really happen that they couldn't see? Was there a relation to this unknown caster and his current state perhaps?