A half-foot-sized golden shield with a low glow materialized underneath Atticus’s feet, his figure shooting across the air at fast speed.
The first thing Atticus did as he saw the figure, before he even knew who it was, had been to click on his artifact and check if that had been his target.
Luckily, he wasn’t.
What had made Atticus enter a deep thought was the situation he had just witnessed. Kael had been running through the city followed by an army of soldiers who most definitely wanted to catch him.
From his aura, he seemed to have entered the Advanced- rank already, but this wasn’t what was baffling him.
What had him puzzled was the fact that he hadn’t yet been caught.
The same assumption Atticus had made earlier suddenly sprung up in his mind once again. The academy had placed restrictions on the bone race.
‘Either a certain rank or age are allowed to attack us for now.’
Coming to this conclusion, a heavy weight that had been resting on Atticus’s shoulders suddenly got lifted. It was as though all his worries had evaporated.
With even more fervor, Atticus increased his pace and started moving towards where he had left Aurora.
…
Within the confines of a moderately sized room, a boy sat down on a desk with his head resting on his arm while reading a book.
Just as everything else in the city, the room was pristine white in color. But unlike the other places, this room was filled with different luxurious items that ultimately filled the room with different sets of colors.
Among these were the staggering amounts of books that filled the shelves around the room.
Aside from that, there was a single king-sized bed at one end of the room along with some furniture.
The sound of a page being flicked open suddenly sounded in the quiet room, the boy’s attention fixated directly on reading.
Just as the boy was about to flip the page once again, his hand abruptly paused as his gaze turned towards the door at the other end of the room.
“Come in,” he suddenly spoke up.
The figure on the other side of the door, who had wanted to knock, suddenly paused for a few seconds before proceeding to do as she was asked.
The door creaked open, and the figure of a female entered the room.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting white suit that clung onto her like a second skin. She had all the features of the Ossara family, appearing like a normal human with white skin and red intricate lines running along her skin in a circular motion.
Blonde hair was tied into a ponytail behind her. She was young and couldn’t be up to 20.
The girl immediately got on one knee as she entered the room, hitting her fist on her chest and paying her respects.
“Lord Spineus,”
The boy, who was undoubtedly Spineus, shook his head slightly before responding,
“I’ve always told you, you never have to go this far, Lucienta. What is it?”
With her form still bowed, Lucienta suddenly stretched out her arm, channeling her mana into her space storage. A flat-looking device akin to a tablet materialized on the top of her palm.
“The device you need to locate your target has arrived, my lord,” she explained. “Master Vertebrea asks that you start the hunt as soon as possible.”
“I see,” Spineus smiled slightly, grabbing the device from her hand and tapping it a few times until a map with the form of one dot was displayed, causing Spineus to raise an eyebrow.
“Oh? He’s in the city?” He turned his gaze towards Lucienta and asked.
“It would seem so.”
“Hmm,” Spineus touched his chin, pondering something for a few seconds.
“Lucienta, I have a few questions and I hope you can answer,” he suddenly exclaimed.
“To the best of my abilities, my lord.”
“Why doesn’t my sister just go after him directly? Why ask my father?”
Although Vertebrea hadn’t said anything, Spineus knew he had been talking with Viviana that day. With how abruptly Vertebrea had given him some speech and asked him to go after Atticus, he was sure that it had been her request.
“That’s because of the restrictions the humans placed on us, my lord,” she began explaining. “For a certain time period, only a certain rank/age group is allowed to attack, with it increasing as the days go by. Age is the most important factor here. Anyone 20 years and younger is allowed to go after them regardless of their rank, and for ranks, regardless of age, currently and for now only an Advanced- rank can pursue them.”
Spineus nodded in understanding.
‘She couldn’t go after him or send the powerful guards under her, so she decided to use her brother instead, huh.’ Spineus pondered.
‘She must have known father would want to take advantage of this opportunity; she’s killing two birds with one stone.’
Coming to this conclusion, he smiled slightly, bringing out his artifact from his pocket and displaying Atticus’s picture in front of him.
Turning to look at the tablet on his arm, he noted Atticus’s current location.
“I better start then. Prepare my car.”
“Yes, my lord,” Lucienta nodded her head and instantly left the room.
After a few minutes, clad in a full white bodysuit with a hood behind it and an insignia of a skull on its chest, Sineus walked out of the large mansion doors down the grand staircase and towards the forms of two individuals standing in front of an opened car door.
The first was undoubtedly Lucienta, and the second…
“Luther? You’re also coming along,” Spineus asked with a raised eyebrow.
The second person, Luther, had a more bulky physique and stood at a height of 6 feet 6 inches.
Just like Lucienta and Spineus, he wore a tight-fitting white suit with a cloak at its back.
This was the attire for the warriors of the Ossara family.
“Yes, my lord, we were tasked with the honor of assisting you,” Luther responded respectfully.
Spineus turned his gaze around, seeing the procession of hover cars lined up behind the car with men clad in the same white attire, each one of them bowing and waiting for their next orders.
There was one detail he noticed on each one of them, they were all young.
Spineus gazed at them for a few seconds and then suddenly turned around and gazed at the Ossara family mansion.
Spineus stared at the mansion, through a particular window at the top for a few seconds without uttering a word and then with a small smile,
“Let’s go.”
He turned around and entered the car.
The forms of the white hover cars lifted up from the ground, each of their forms simultaneously zooming off into the distance.
At the other side of the window Spineus had been staring at earlier, Vertebrea stood with both hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed upon the figures of the departing hover cars.
