Name: Terence Lukhasa
True Name: [Daughter Of Ul]
Attributes: [Soul Connection], [Soul Sense]
Soul Core Saturation: [High]
Talent Ability: [Foresight]
'Incredible... but I don't see any lie detecting ability here...'
"Northern... is it?" Sage Gilbert's thick voice rolled through the dark air.
Northern immediately raised his head with a little frown when he heard his voice and responded.
"Yes, Headmaster Gilbert."
"We have a couple of questions for you. Can you comply?"
Northern drifted up a brow and scoffed a fraction of a second later. He shook his head with a reminiscence of the scoff as he responded:
"I know you did not just ask me that question. Because if I truly had a choice, I wouldn't be in these chains, escorted here without care for my consent?"
Lifting his chin a little bit, he sneered with a menacing grin.
"How nice of you to ask now..."
Gilbert closed his eyes tiredly and opened them all in a second.
"It seems, Northern, that politeness does not seem to work with you."
Northern chuckled, "Ah, right, yes, me and politeness do not go hand in hand, especially when that politeness is coming from shady people like you."
The hall was filled with a small chatter. But it was nothing to be worried about... until the green-haired drifter in casual wear sprang to his feet, banging the table.
"How dare you speak to a Sage like that?!" Braham shouted.
Northern cocked his head with a terrifying glare.
"Will you look at this nutjob?"
Braham gritted his teeth, almost gnashing.
"What? What did you just call me?"
Northern moved his hands to pick his nose, causing the shackles on them to make a clap in the solemn silence.
"I said nutjob. Do you want to know the meaning? It's an extremely rare word for special cases of people whose brain is in their nuts. Do you want to know what I refer to when I say N.U.T?"
"You bastard! Insolence, you peasant. How dare you?" Braham growled, his face beginning to get all red.
"Look at you, like that matters in this desolation. Sorry Mr. Noble, I hope your noble rank has helped you live thus far. If it has, I do hope it will continue to... with me around that is..." he allowed that menacing grin again.
"Sage Gilbert! Can you hear that?! That's a death threat, he's threatening me!!"
Sage Gilbert closed his eyes and let out a sigh, then commanded:
"Stop, Bram. And sit down."
Braham furrowed his brows so tightly and glared at Northern, seething with red-hot anger before he plumped back to his seat.
Raven raised her hand and looked at Gilbert, "Can I say something?"
"Sure..." a drop of sweat seemed to drop from Gilbert's cheek immediately after she spoke... or maybe it wasn't...
Raven stood up regardless and removed herself from between the chair and table.
She began walking towards Northern, her frame was lithe and petite, the sleek curves around her hips gave her a flawless body structure.
She was almost like an unrealistic model.
Even with the sleek metallic armor she was donned in, all of her body features still managed to excel.
It was rare...and captivating.
She stopped in front of Northern who may have been dazed for a second but had long snapped out of it.
He frowned and looked down at her.
"What?" '...why is she standing so close?'
Then she held his hand, leaned a little on her toes to whisper this into his ear:
"Listen carefully, Lael. I don't know what's going on but it's really delaying our plans. Can you please just cooperate with them so we can leave as soon as possible."
She withdrew her head and looked into his eyes, walking closer to him and muttering inaudibly.
"Or do you not want to go home?"
Hearing those words filled Northern with hope again. His frown slowly began to shatter.
He looked away and responded.
"Fine. I've heard... you."
"Eh?" Everyone expressed the same silent shock at the same time and couldn't help but wonder, 'What could she have said to him?'
Because in just an instant, Northern's entire mien seemed to change.
And she elegantly returned to her seat and nodded to Sage Gilbert.
Northern glared at her from where he stood.
'It's annoying. It's annoying. It's so annoying. Something about her is annoying me so much. Crap! Shit!'
"So Northern, we brought you here to ask you a couple of questions actually. First of all... how do you know Eric? Why are you here with him?"
While Sage Gilbert was talking, Northern took a look at the guy sitting closer to him.
Name: Erikson Weatherby
Attributes: [Genius Intellect]
Soul Core Saturation: [Low]
Talent: [Intellectual Enigma]
Talent Ability: [Mnemonic Mastery]
'Wow... he's impressive... a genius? And an SS rank Talent? Who in the hell gathered these people here? It seems is where all the good stuff is!'
He quickly raised his head, "Ah, sorry... so you were asking how I know Ellis, right?"
He paused, breathed, and continued:
"Well, there's not much story to it. I needed a person that was good at selling stuff and had an eye for items. He was the perfect one for me, and I grabbed him."
Gilbert looked at Terence, who in response nodded.
'There it is again, that darned lie detecting ability, but where is it? I can't find it on her profile!!'
"I see... so, what were the two of you doing here?"
Northern stared straight into Gilbert's eyes.
"What else? We came to trade some items." His answer was definite.
'With this lie detector lady, it's going to be pretty hard for me to deny the things about Dark Terror. Do I even know if she's really a lie detector or if she's just faking it to trick me.'
'Ah, crap, why did I never consider that possibility? Will you look at me?'
He grinned inwardly, 'Let's see...'
"Alright then. The next question we'd like to ask you..." his voice went low for half of a second then came back up, "There's been an incident of a monster within the castle. Before I say anything about it, I'd like to ask you, have you ever come across any weird monster... one with an irregular behavior such as sparing its prey?"
Northern raised a brow, his face was blank for a moment.
Immediately, Terence shot up, her eyes widening and trembling.
'There's a fluctuation... but what is this... it's guy has no soul essence. I didn't notice it before because he didn't lie. What is this darkness that I'm feeling?'
Gilbert looked at Terence for a couple of beats.
The young oracle was incredibly tense and strained, as if she had just met her nemesis.
"Lady Terence?" he called out softly to her.
"H-he's, he's lying!"
All the party leaders turned their faces to Northern with different kinds of frowns etched upon them.
Meanwhile, Northern grinned internally.
'So it was not fake after all.'