TBATE - The Help of a Certain Being

Observations

"We'll await your call, boy," Rizem commented, the greed in his voice leaking.

"Until next time, Kuro."
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Castor Vigo

"Say Cas, what do you think about the class?" My brother glanced at me as we ate our lunch.

"Incompetent. Weak. Untalented. Miniscule. Aside from a certain few who I keep eyes on for my own entertainment, everyone else is trash."

Cyrus knew sugarcoating was never a skill I possessed. I was honest when I spoke, whether it was good or bad.

I believe Master- I mean, Young Master Kuro- called it "unfiltered".

"Like the Princess Kathyln, huh?" He mused.

I nodded in agreement.

"She may not be like us, but she at least has some level of competence among her peers. She's quite a talent, by normal standards at least."

Even though she was a mere Orange core mage, Princess Kathyln possessed quite a level of insight from a young age.

Like her mother, the Queen, she inherited the Water element, and incredible talent.

She would be quite a mage come a few years' time.

"Hey, you two!" Ms. Bladeheart greeted us as she walked over.

"Hello," I simply greeted, careful not to overstep my boundaries.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Bladeheart," Cyrus greeted.

"You guys know where K is? The only knews I got was that he left campus this morning with Nico and Arthur."

We shook our heads. "The Young Master has gone somewhere private. Even we were uninformed of where exactly," I relayed.

"I see," she mused, her hand brought up to her chin, "do you know when he'll be back?"

Cyrus shook his head.

"We're not too sure, but at the latest, he'll be back before school next week," he spoke casually.

"He will return back today," I said. "I know it."

I shot a glance at my brother, giving me a knowing nod in response.

Standing up, I neared the crimson-haired girl.

"Have you noticed as well?" I whispered quietly, to which she subtly nodded.

"The only person in the school aside from the DC and you two that have those kinds of mana reserves is Lucas," she commented.

"We've grown suspicious of him. Meet us at the Young Master's training room after classes."

She nodded fervently as we walked away to dump our trays.

The moment classes ended for the day, we heard a loud knock on the door.

We invited Claire inside, walking over to our resting area.

"So what's up with Lucas lately? Why's he so focused on you two in particular and what do you think he's planning?" She asked.

"We have reason to believe he's after those connected to the Young Master," Cyrus said.

I nodded. "Wykes has a particular hatred for the Young Master, as he picked a fight with him the first day of school and lost.

The only viable answer we can come up with that explains his sudden attachment to studying us."

I saw Cyrus zoned out, which reminded me of how he was left in deep thought.

"What is it, Cyrus?" I asked.