The Esper's Academy ( Book 1){ Wattys2017}

Chapter 18

Arcadia's Palace of the West Kingdom in the picture above.

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"Another one of the Golden Founders Balls!? ", Remus irritatingly exclaimed as he forcibly pushed his way inside Tristan's bedroom. Not even giving him and Blayze, a breath to draw or even greet them or apologize for his rude interruption. "Seriously?"

"Barging inside my room like that and without my permission? ", Tristan annoyingly glared at him, "Seriously?"

Remus rolled his emerald eyes at his best friend's irritating and snappy tone as he took his seat on the end of Tristan's bed, in front of him, while he was lying there bored and finding the slightest interest in the video game Blayze was playing and who was sitting on the floor, in front of Tristan's king size black bed.

"You know you hate it too, although you're forced to attend, just like me", Remus said in a bored voice. "Why did your mother had to invite my family, again? Now my mother won't leave me the hell alone if I don't attend this stupid old fashion bullshit"

" Welcome to my world ", Tristan faked a sarcastic smile. Making his distaste quite obvious about the whole ancient even function. A function that was going thousands of years back. It just couldn't be helped anymore.

It had become a exquisite tradition for the whole magical world, for centuries now to count.

Everyone knew about that special day.

The Golden Founders Ball was a magnificent event being held on the Arcadia's Palace in order to celebrate and glorify the creation and establishment of the West Kingdom alongside with the memory of the First Founder King that ever sat on the West Kingdom's throne, in all history. All the important royal and aristocratic families of the magical world were taking part in it or being invited by the Queen herself to attend the celebrations.

Although, this memorial and historical day was too special and important for the Esper's population, for Tristan it was just another horrified trigger of his haunting dark past. It was the cruel day his biological father and true bloodline king of the West Kingdom, Asher Vermillion King, was viciously murdered alongside with Tristan's younger brother in front of him.

A horrible traumatic memory which was haunting him and damaging his mental health and consciousness from when he was only six year old.

A memory he wanted to forget with all his willpower.

To free himself from the shackles it had created around him over the years.

But it was too late for it...

It had already made its damage.

It had emptied him...

Distanced him...

Right...?

"It's just too boring and full of strictly old fashioned die-hard middle aged adults. ", Remus boringly continued to mutter," There's nothing funny and intriguing about it. Simply nothing with a capital N."

What a vocabulary...

Tristan raised a challenging brow at him, meaning and showing that he wasn't in the 'suitable' mood of Remus's whining and annoying behavior while Blayze found interest in the conversation by showing his own annoyance about Remus disturbing presence.

As always...

"Wow... Reallyyy? ", Blayze irritatingly said still not taking his crimson like eyes away from the game," And what may our little princess prefer for her enjoyment, then? Naked women with big boobs, dancing on the castle's tables and offering the guests a good show and free sex? Go away already and get laid, you bastard. "