Aethernea : Soulbound [Book 1]

Episode 50 - Weaving Guide for Dummies

In the previous Episode:

Elaru leaves Kiel to attend to her own matters. Kiel has a conflict with a blonde noble who has something against Kiel's older brother Rhur.

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The center district of Ashar was full of cafes, shops and public institutions, such as the Ashar Public Library. It had very few residential houses which weren't too large. However, their prices were exorbitant.

Among those residential houses was an odd one with luxurious insides that could even be called tacky. Inside the house, a peculiar looking elibu waddled down the gaudy corridor illuminated by the glow of crystals.

The man was almost wider than he was tall, making him look like a giant multicolored ball. His exact age was difficult to determine because his inflated face had no wrinkles to be seen. From his attire and attitude, he would appear to be middle-aged, but his plump round face made him look childishly cute.

His garments were vividly colored, even the countless jewelry he wore had multicolored gems, seemingly without any kind of color coordination.

The man took slow steps and sighed tiredly several times before he finally reached the door to his bedchamber.

He was finally done with his work. Now he could relax and get some well-deserved rest. He would read a few books, order something good to eat, and perhaps even take a hot bath filled with sweet smelling bubbles.

The thought of food...and bubbles...but mostly food...made his mouth reveal a satisfied smile that stayed on his face for some time.

When he opened the door to his bedchamber, what greeted him inside was a complete and utter darkness. The night had already fallen, and there were no lit lamps in his room.

His house might not look like much from the outside, but it was actually pretty high class, with many enchantments and magical arrays. Thus he didn't need mundane lamps, all he had to do was rotate a switch next to the door and the entire room would be enveloped in crystal light.

The man proceeded to do just that, after entering his room and closing the door, his meaty fingers found the switch and he quickly rotated it, aligning the magical array and activating the illumination spell.

When the crystals shined down from the ceiling, bathing every corner of the room in bright light, his gaze instantly landed on a black figure that stood out like a sore thumb in the vividly colored room.

The figure, dressed in a black cloak, was balancing on a chair with their feet up on the small coffee table. While balancing, the figure was whirling a small dagger like a toy, tossing it up and down, and catching it by the handle each time without exception.

When the fatty's eyes landed on the figure, they almost popped out of their sockets. The shock gave his heart a jolt, and he let out a high pitched scream that sounded more like a shriek of a porkling getting slaughtered than a scream of a man.

The sudden ear-splitting wail startled the cloaked figure, and they almost lost their balance. After quickly stabilizing themselves, with all chair legs on the ground, they caught the dagger flawlessly and let out an exclamation of surprise: "What the...?! Why are you screaming??"

Dressed as an assassin! Concealing your presence! Twirling the murder weapon in your hand! Waiting for me in my bedroom to slit my throat in the darkness of a night! What do you mean why?! Who wouldn't scream!?

The fat man recognized the voice, but he didn't respond right away. He clutched his heart, breathing in deep heavy breaths. His eyes were still as wide as if he had just seen a ghost.