Just A Reincarnation Story (Summoning Japan Edition)

Chapter 69: To Change

Ventusmens 6, 1615 Central Calendar, 08:30

Sunday morning bloomed, and the family (minus Roderick and Meteora who stayed in Leiden for the latter's childbirth) had warmed their bellies with a fulfilling breakfast. As Meteos was about to embark on an aimless wander within the sprawling residence, a sizable manor not unlike a nobleman's estate, to think about many things he still hadn't the chance to ponder about this new world, Ace stepped out and walked up to the youngest brother.

"Hey, Meteos," his voice broke through the peaceful atmosphere of that morning, causing Meteos who was alone in his thought turn toward his older brother.

"Yes?"

"Got any plans for today?"

As he looked at Ace, Meteos was momentarily taken aback by the slightly tense edge in his tone and the serious expression on his face.

"No... everyone seems to want to just relax today."

"I see. If you have nothing to do, are you up for a ride downtown? You know, I feel like going out sightseeing today."

The request seemed ordinary enough, but putting two and two together... it must have something to do with what happened last night with Legiel, Meteos surmised. Thus, after hesitating for a moment, the youngest brother managed a polite smile for the sake of keeping up an appearance in front of the passing servants, masking the resignation dawning in his eyes.

"Alright, Brother. The weather seems fine," Meteos replied.

"Hm. Good, then."

Without another word, Ace led the way to the garage where his autobike awaited and soon the pair maneuvered through the estate's gates and onto the open road to downtown Runepolis.

Adonis, who had also gone outside to tend the garden that morning with Cyrus and Ashera hanging out nearby, watched silently as the orange Trychaser and its two occupants passed by and gazed at the place where the engine's whine had subsided for several moments before he lowered his eyes and resumed his task with a flick of his wrist.

The playful jabbering of Ashera cut through the quiet air once again. "'Dem Bluds look like in for a soul-searching stroll today, huh?"

Legiel appeared out of nowhere with his unbreakable serenity, completing the ensemble of the Four Horsemen. In his hand was an intricately designed, but largely blank card that showed nothing but a label and a dark gray fog.

"It would be better if they could conclude things between themselves so that they and the narrative can go back to focus on the only thing that matters to the Audience. But it's fine, I will narrate their story all the same. A story is, after all, a story."

"Bah, your Audience..."

"You seem to underestimate the severity of those Audience when they start to go out of control and destroy other worlds due to their choices, Elder Sister," the First Horseman idly pointed out.

"Mrrhnn... aaaand what would that 'thing' be?" Ashera let out a grunt and spoke slowly, drawing out her words. Her lips curled into a sarcastic grimace.

With a bright smile unperturbed by those barbed words, Legiel turned to his older sister.

"Why, mind-melting technological talk and one-sided military stomps as expected of this genre, of course! What else?"

"Nah, fam. Leave me out of your damned show."

The face of Ashera, War made manifest, contorted as she jeered in displeasure. The irony of his other siblings and their individual personalities was not lost on Legiel.