Chapter 698 - The Trip
The car glided smoothly through the bustling streets of Etheria Haven, the vibrant cityscape alive with magical energy. The towering buildings, crafted with a fusion of modern design and arcane architecture, shimmered faintly under the warm evening light. Everywhere, people moved with purpose, their mana-infused lives evident in the subtle glow of their tools, trinkets, and even their clothing.
Irina's gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery, her expression composed but thoughtful. She had lived here her entire life—long enough to know that even with their disguises, staying here too long was a risk she couldn't afford. Etheria Haven isn't just another city in the Valerian Federation, she thought, her fingers brushing lightly against her coat. It's a city of magicians—people with abilities sharp enough to see through even the best illusions.
The magic-infused paparazzi were notorious here, with reporters trained to pierce through enchantments to uncover hidden truths. It was why Irina hadn't even considered showing Astron around the city, despite the fact that it was her home. I can't afford to be discovered, she mused. If anyone recognizes me, the heir of the Emberheart family, it would spell disaster for this trip.
Even her mother had questioned this plan before approving it. Irina could still hear her voice, calm but probing, asking whether Etheria Haven was truly the right place to start their journey. Irina had convinced her with careful reasoning: teleportation gates would reveal her identity in an instant, while trains offered a safer alternative—at least in appearance. Besides, she thought with a faint smile, there's something nostalgic and authentic about train travel. I didn't want to miss out on that experience.
That last part, of course, was an excuse. The real reason she'd chosen the train was simpler. I wanted to experience it with him, she admitted silently, her gaze flicking briefly toward Astron. Not everything has to be about magic or efficiency. Some things should just… be.
The car pulled into the underground lot of Etheria Haven Station, a sprawling hub of magical and modern transportation. The driver parked discreetly near an unmarked entrance, a quieter section reserved for high-profile travelers seeking anonymity. Irina adjusted her coat as the driver opened the door for them.
"Here we are," she said, stepping out and glancing at Astron as he followed. "Stick close. We're not lingering."
Astron nodded, his gray eyes scanning the station. The air was charged with energy, and even without seeing it directly, he could feel the magical currents flowing around them. People moved briskly through the vast space, the atmosphere alive with the subtle hum of arcane activity.
The station itself was a masterpiece of magical engineering. High ceilings were adorned with floating, glowing runes that shifted and reformed to display train schedules. Streams of light crisscrossed the space, guiding travelers to their destinations. The faint scent of ozone and mana lingered in the air, a constant reminder that this was no ordinary place.
Irina led the way, her steps brisk and purposeful. She glanced briefly at Astron, who moved beside her with his usual calm demeanor.
As they approached the security checkpoint, she leaned closer to him, her voice low. "Remember what I said—no risks, no unnecessary attention. Let me handle everything."
He gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. "Understood."
'He….'
Though it was clear that, he was enjoying the way Irina was acting.
They passed through the checkpoint smoothly, their disguises holding firm as they blended into the stream of travelers. Irina let out a small breath of relief once they reached the platform. The sleek high-speed train awaited them, its metallic surface shimmering faintly under the station's glow.
As the two stood on the platform, waiting for their train to arrive, the low hum of arcane energy in the air seemed to amplify the anticipation. Irina crossed her arms, casting a glance at Astron, who was standing with his usual calm, hands casually at his sides.
"Haaah…" she let out another soft sigh, though she tried to keep it subtle.
Astron's sharp gray eyes flicked toward her. "Why are you sighing?"
Her brow furrowed, and she turned away slightly. "...Nothing."
"Nervous?" he pressed, his tone calm but carrying just enough teasing to make her glance sharply at him.
"Humph. I am not nervous," she replied, her voice defensive.
"Really?" His lips twitched as if holding back. "It doesn't appear to be the case."
"Shut up," she muttered, her gaze darting back to the tracks as if that would end the conversation.
Astron hummed softly, a rare sound that made Irina's cheeks flush slightly. She huffed again, determined not to rise to his bait, but she could feel his amusement lingering in the air.
Their disguises and fake identities had passed through the checkpoint without incident. Both wore the calm confidence of seasoned travelers, and their illusionary appearances had blended seamlessly into the crowd. Even those who glanced their way quickly looked elsewhere, likely drawn to their appearances for a brief moment before moving on. It's probably because of our looks, Irina thought, her hazel eyes scanning the station. But as long as no one stops us, it's fine.
The platform was bustling with energy, but the crowd moved with purpose and efficiency. The magical city's influence was clear here—the air carried the hum of runes engraved on walls and platforms, assisting with everything from navigation to announcements. Irina felt herself relax slightly. We've managed to blend in. That's all that matters for now.
A soft, melodic chime echoed through the station, announcing the arrival of their train. The sleek, silver-blue locomotive came into view, its surface shimmering faintly with runic patterns that pulsed in rhythmic harmony. This wasn't an ordinary train like those in the Valerian Federation. This was the Arcane Stream Express, a high-speed magical marvel managed by the Magic Council.
The train was a symbol of the Arcadia Dominion's prowess in blending magic with technology, a far cry from the standard trains of the Federation. Its carriages were spacious and enchanted for comfort, while its route wove through Etheria Haven and smaller cities in the Arcadia Dominion, connecting the region in a network of mana-infused travel.
Irina glanced at Astron, her hazel eyes glinting. "This is it," she said, stepping forward as the train slowed to a graceful halt.
"Impressive," Astron remarked, his calm tone betraying a flicker of genuine interest as his gaze scanned the intricate runes along the train's body.
A soft smile tugged at Irina's lips as she led the way toward their assigned car. Even he can't hide his curiosity, she thought with a faint sense of satisfaction.
They entered the train, stepping into a spacious corridor lined with softly glowing lights that adjusted to their presence. Their private cabin was located toward the center, its door engraved with subtle runes for soundproofing and privacy. Irina slid the door open and stepped inside, taking in the luxurious yet understated design. Plush seats faced large, magically enhanced windows that offered an unobstructed view of the landscape.
Astron followed her in, settling into his seat with practiced ease. He glanced briefly at her, his gray eyes thoughtful. "You chose well," he said, his tone neutral but carrying the faintest hint of approval.
Irina smirked as she took her seat across from him, her hazel gaze meeting his. "Of course I did. You expected anything less?"
"Not really," he replied, leaning back in his seat.
As Irina and Astron settled into their cabin, a comfortable silence enveloped the space. The soft hum of mana coursing through the train's enchanted systems created a soothing backdrop, complemented by the faint glow of the magically enhanced windows.
Astron leaned back in his seat, his sharp gray eyes occasionally drifting to the intricate patterns etched into the cabin walls. Irina, meanwhile, busied herself adjusting a small travel bag, her movements precise as she placed it neatly by her side.
A soft knock at the door broke the quiet. Irina straightened, her hazel gaze flicking toward Astron briefly before she called out, "Come in."
The door slid open to reveal a neatly dressed attendant, her uniform adorned with subtle magical insignias that identified her as part of the Arcane Stream Express staff. She stepped inside with a professional smile, holding a mana-imbued tablet in her hands.
"Good evening, Mr. Calden and Miss Elira," the attendant said warmly, addressing them by the names listed on their tickets. "I'm here to confirm your travel details and provide some information about your accommodations."
Irina nodded, her expression composed but polite. "Go ahead."
The attendant scanned the tickets Astron handed over, her eyes glowing faintly as the tablet verified the enchantments. Once satisfied, she smiled again and began explaining.
"As premium passengers, you're entitled to a variety of amenities during your journey," she said, her voice smooth and practiced. "Our dining car offers a selection of gourmet meals and beverages, which can also be ordered directly to your cabin. We recommend trying the seasonal specialties, which are freshly prepared by our onboard chefs."
She gestured toward a panel embedded in the cabin wall. "You can use this interface to request meals, drinks, or any additional services. We also have a curated library of entertainment, including enchanted books, mana-imbued games, and projection films available for your enjoyment."
Irina exchanged a brief glance with Astron before nodding. "That sounds excellent. Thank you."
The attendant's smile widened slightly. "If you need anything else, feel free to use the cabin's communication rune to contact the staff directly. We hope you have a pleasant journey."
With that, she bowed slightly and exited the room, sliding the door shut behind her.
For a moment, silence returned, broken only by the faint vibrations of the train as it began to come alive. The soft whirring of mana conduits filled the air, a rhythmic sound that seemed to sync with the cabin's ambient lighting. Outside, the golden light of dusk gave way to the deep blues of early evening.
Irina leaned back in her seat, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "They certainly know how to set the mood," she remarked, her hazel gaze drifting to the glowing runes embedded in the cabin walls.
Astron nodded slightly, his gray eyes calm as he observed the space around them. "It's comfortable."
Irina's smile widened. "Exactly. There's something about the details—the soft sounds, the cozy atmosphere, the little luxuries—that make the journey feel… special."
Astron tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. "It is interesting…I would have chosen to be at my destination right away, rather than wasting my time on a travel."
"Humph…..that is why you are this dull."
Astron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at that.
Chapter 699 - The Trip (2)
Astron raised an eyebrow, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. "Dull? That's an interesting way to put it."
Irina crossed her legs, leaning back into her seat with an air of confidence. Her hazel eyes glinted with playful defiance as she regarded him. "Yes, dull," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of mock superiority. "You view the journey as nothing more than a chore—a hurdle to get past. That's the problem."
Astron tilted his head slightly, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Is that so?"
"It is," Irina declared, gesturing toward the glowing runes on the cabin walls and the soft hum of mana-infused magic in the air. "You're so focused on reaching the destination that you're blind to the beauty of the journey itself. And that's where you're missing out."
Astron's expression didn't change, but his silence invited her to continue. Irina leaned forward slightly, her voice gaining a touch of passion. "Think about it. At the end of the day, if you don't enjoy the journey, how can you truly enjoy your destination? The little details—the atmosphere, the people you're with, the experiences along the way—aren't those just as important as where you're going?"
Astron's gaze lingered on her, thoughtful but unreadable. Irina could tell he was processing her words, weighing them carefully, as he always did. The faint hum of the train filled the silence between them, broken only by the occasional murmur of passengers outside their cabin.
She smirked, satisfied that her words had struck a chord. "See? Even you can't refute that."
Astron remained silent for a moment longer, his sharp gray eyes drifting to the window. Outside, the golden hues of dusk had deepened into the soft blues of evening, the landscape blurring as the train's mana-fueled engines hummed to life. Finally, he spoke, his tone quieter than before. "You might have a point."
Irina's smirk widened. "Might?"
He glanced at her, though his gaze was a little different. Indeed, when he was thinking about things, he became someone who was much more different. "I said what I said."
"Hmph. Typical," Irina muttered, but the satisfaction in her voice was evident.
As if on cue, the train let out a soft huff, the sound of its powerful engines echoing through the station. A gentle lurch signaled their departure, and soon the rhythmic thrum of the wheels on the tracks joined the ambient hum of mana. The cabin lights adjusted subtly, casting a warm, cozy glow over the space as the Arcane Stream Express began its journey.
Irina leaned back in her seat, her gaze returning to the window. The world outside was already fading into motion, a blur of lights and shapes against the encroaching night. For a brief moment, she let herself savor the sensation—the movement, the sounds, the anticipation of what lay ahead.
Astron, meanwhile, remained quiet, his thoughtful expression unchanged as he turned his attention back to the cabin. Irina's words lingered in his mind, challenging the practicality that had defined him for so long. For the first time, he found himself considering the possibility that the journey itself might hold something of value.
The hum of the train and the subtle warmth of the cabin filled the space, wrapping them in a cocoon of tranquility.
******
As the Arcane Stream Express gained speed, the vibrant cityscape of Etheria Haven faded into the distance, replaced by the rolling landscapes of the Arcadia Dominion. Irina glanced out the window, her hazel eyes softening as the scenery shifted, the twilight glow casting a surreal hue over the surroundings.
The train cut smoothly through the Arcadia Dominion, its route weaving through a landscape shaped by both nature and magic. The Dominion, though small compared to the sprawling states of the Valerian Federation, was a hub of development and magical innovation. Its cities—five in total, aside from Etheria Haven—stood as gleaming examples of arcane-industrial prowess.
"Look," Irina said softly, gesturing toward the window. "That's Solren Heights."
Astron's gaze followed hers, his sharp gray eyes taking in the sight of a city nestled along the edge of a mountain range. Solren Heights shimmered under the faint glow of mana-powered lights, its buildings a seamless blend of stone and crystalline structures enchanted to radiate energy. Hovering platforms and mana-fueled transport systems zipped through the air, giving the city an otherworldly vibrance even in the growing darkness.
"Impressive," Astron murmured, his voice low.
Irina smirked faintly. "It's not just the cities. Even the environment here is different, thanks to magical industrialism."
As the train moved deeper into the Dominion, the landscapes shifted again. The mountain ranges loomed larger, their peaks glowing faintly with ambient mana. Waterfalls cascaded down jagged cliffs, their streams shimmering with a soft, unnatural luminescence—a testament to the mana that infused the land. Forests of tall, twisting trees with leaves that glowed faintly in the dark sprawled across the valleys, their bioluminescence a natural phenomenon enhanced by centuries of arcane influence.
"The mountains here aren't just mountains," Irina continued, her voice tinged with pride. "They're part of the Dominion's development. Teleportation networks and mana conduits run through them, linking the cities. Even the ranges themselves have been reshaped by magic—enchanted to prevent landslides and optimize the environment."
Astron leaned slightly closer to the window, his expression calm but his attention fully captured by the sight. The train began to curve along the edge of a ridge, offering a breathtaking view of the valleys below. Streams of light—mana-fueled transport vehicles and glowing ley lines—crisscrossed the landscape, connecting the cities like veins of energy pulsing through a living being.
"You've been to most of these places, I assume," Astron remarked, his voice steady but carrying a hint of curiosity.
Irina nodded. "Of course. My family has strong ties to the Dominion's cities. Etheria Haven is the heart of it all, but the other cities are just as important in their own way. Solren Heights specializes in mana-infused metals and materials. Veilspire focuses on magical artistry and enchantments. Starveil is the center of arcane research and experimentation. Each city contributes something unique to the Dominion's strength."
"..."
But then as if to remember something, Irina's smirk faltered slightly, her gaze returning to the window. "Though as incredible as all this is… it's suffocating sometimes. Living in a place like this means being constantly watched, constantly judged."
"This world is such a place. Regardless of where you go, as long as you are outstanding, you will always be watched."
"I know that, but that doesn't change much."
"Understandable."
"You….Don't you ever care about these things?"
"It is a bit late to ask such a thing, don't you think?"
"Why?"
"..."
"Humph. I still remember how you reacted to those rumors about you."
Astron's gaze remained steady, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the passing landscape as Irina's words hung in the air. The faint hum of the train accompanied their conversation, the rhythmic sound blending with the shifting mana currents outside. For a moment, he said nothing, allowing Irina's statement to linger.
Finally, he spoke, his tone calm and measured. "Why are you referring to it now?"
Irina's hazel eyes flicked to him, narrowing slightly. "Why would I not? The academy was practically buzzing with them when you first arrived. They said you were a criminal, a member of an underground organization… all kinds of ridiculous things."
Astron didn't respond immediately, his expression unreadable. The faint flicker of movement outside the window reflected in his ash-toned hair, making him appear even more detached.
Irina leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "Logically, anyone with half a brain would know that someone with a criminal record or ties to an underground group wouldn't be allowed in the academy. But logic isn't exactly a strong point for a lot of the students."
"They're young," Astron replied simply, his tone devoid of judgment. "Young minds latch onto rumors because it's easier than thinking critically."
Irina huffed, her gaze returning to the window. "That's true, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating. The way they whispered behind your back… spreading baseless accusations without even knowing you."
"It didn't bother me," Astron said evenly.
"Didn't it?" Irina turned to face him, her hazel eyes searching his expression. "You acted like it didn't matter, but I saw the way you reacted. You didn't lash out, but you didn't ignore it either. You let them talk, let them assume whatever they wanted."
Astron's lips twitched slightly, though it wasn't quite a smile. "What would you have preferred? That I confront them? Argue with every person who whispered about me?"
Irina's brow furrowed as she considered his words. "I don't know," she admitted. "But the way you just let it all roll off your back… It was like you didn't care at all."
"I didn't," Astron replied, his voice quiet but firm. "Not in the way you think. Rumors are just noise. They don't define who I am, and they don't change my purpose. Let them believe what they want—it doesn't affect me."
Irina frowned, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. "But it does affect how people see you. Don't you care about that?"
"Why should I?" Astron asked, his gaze turning toward her. "I'm not here to be liked. I'm not here to fit into their expectations. As long as I achieve my goals, the rest doesn't matter."
Irina stared at him for a moment, her frustration fading into something more complicated. "You really don't care what anyone thinks, do you?"
"It's a waste of energy," Astron replied simply. "I learned that a long time ago."
Irina's hazel eyes softened, and she looked away, her thoughts swirling. That's just like him—always focused, always detached. But… doesn't he ever get tired of carrying everything alone?
She let out a quiet sigh, her gaze drifting to the glowing forests passing by outside. "If it were me," she muttered, "I'd have dealt with the source of the rumors. Shut them down before they could spread."
"That is something only those with the ability can say," Astron said evenly, his gaze unwavering as he looked out the window.
Irina blinked, caught off guard by the weight behind his words. "What do you mean?"
"You say you'd deal with the source of the rumors, shut them down," Astron continued, his tone calm but laced with quiet intensity. "But you say that because you know you can. You've always had the strength, the authority, the resources to fight back when you wanted to. That's your privilege."
Irina frowned, her hazel eyes narrowing. "Privilege? You make it sound like I haven't earned what I have."
"I'm not saying you haven't," Astron replied, turning his sharp gray eyes toward her. "But not everyone has that luxury. For those who lack strength, power, or a voice, what choice do they have but to swallow it? To endure until they can stand on their own?"
Irina stared at him, her lips parting slightly as his words sank in. He's speaking from experience, she realized, her chest tightening. This isn't just theory for him. He's lived it.
"That's the difference," Astron said, leaning back in his seat. "You can fight back because you know you'll win. But for others, fighting back might cost them everything."
The cabin fell into silence, the rhythmic hum of the train filling the space between them. Irina's gaze dropped to her lap, her thoughts swirling. She didn't know how to respond, her usual sharp retorts feeling hollow in the face of his quiet truth.
Chapter 700 - The Trip (3)
As the cabin fell silent, Astron did not say much for a while.
"Maybe you're right," Irina said finally, her voice softer. "But at the very least… I'd still fight back."
Astron's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "That's because you've never had to question whether it was worth it."
Irina opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself, her frustration mingling with a newfound understanding. He's right. I've always had the power to push back, to make people listen. But what about someone who didn't? What about someone like him?
The rhythmic hum of the train filled the silence between them as Irina stared out the window, her hazel eyes tracing the glowing cliffs and shimmering waterfalls outside. The Arcadia Dominion's mana-infused beauty passed by in a blur, but her mind was elsewhere, caught in the web of Astron's words and the quiet truths they carried.
You've never had to question whether it was worth it.
She sighed softly, her thoughts turning inward. He's right, isn't he? I've always had the ability to push back, to fight for what I want. But that's because I've had the strength, the resources, and the privilege to do so. It's easy for me to talk about freedom when I've never truly lacked the power to claim it.
Her gaze drifted over the passing scenery, the landscape shifting from glowing forests to intricate ley lines stretching across vast fields. The Arcadia Dominion was a place of unparalleled beauty and development, a hub of magic and innovation, yet even here, she realized, no one was truly free.
The unawakened… they rely on Hunters for protection. They can't live freely because their lives are bound by the need for someone stronger to shield them. And Hunters… Her thoughts lingered on her training, the rigorous discipline instilled in her as an Awakened. We're always on guard, always careful. Even the strongest among us live with the weight of their power and the responsibility it brings.
She frowned, her fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. If I were the strongest—stronger than anyone else—would that make me free? Could someone like my mother, who is bound by the rules of society and her role as the Matriarch, live freely if she had no equal?
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she remembered her mother's rigid discipline, her endless meetings, and the constant demands of their family's name. But even if she were the strongest, she'd still be bound by her own rules. She'd still choose to carry the responsibilities she has. Because strength doesn't erase responsibility—it just changes the form it takes.
The train let out another soft chime, its mana conduits glowing faintly as it began to ascend a ridge. The view outside opened up, revealing a breathtaking panorama of the Arcadia Dominion's cities and landscapes. Irina's thoughts darkened further, spiraling into a question she couldn't quite shake.
What if the only way to truly be free is to become something more than human? A god, maybe. But even that… doesn't seem right. Gods, if they exist, have their own rules and roles, don't they? Their own burdens.
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if to dispel the heavy thoughts. This is philosophy. It's pointless to think about it too much. But…
Her gaze shifted back to Astron, who remained calm and composed, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the passing scenery.
In the end, is it because he is strong that he can live by himself, or is it because he no longer feels attached?
Her expression softened slightly, a new perspective dawning on her. Maybe that's the answer. Even if I escape one set of responsibilities, another will always find me. There's no such thing as true freedom, not really. What matters is how you carry what you're given—and what you choose to do with it.
Irina leaned back in her seat, letting out a quiet sigh. "I hate to admit it, but you've got a point," she said, her voice low.
Astron glanced at her, his expression unreadable but patient. "Oh?"
"Even if I wanted to escape everything—to just be free—it wouldn't last. Something else would take its place eventually." She smirked faintly, though there was no humor in her tone. "Freedom isn't what I thought it was. It's not just running away or living without rules. It's… something else."
Astron didn't respond immediately, his gaze returning to the glowing landscape outside. "It's finding your own way," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Even within the constraints."
Irina blinked, caught off guard by the uncharacteristic depth in his voice. She studied him for a moment, her smirk fading into something softer. He's not just detached. He's navigating his own version of this, isn't he?
KNOCK!
Just then, a soft knock at the cabin door broke Irina's reverie, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sat up straighter, glancing at Astron, who remained calm but turned his sharp gray eyes toward the door.
"Come in," Irina called, her voice steady.
The door slid open to reveal the attendant from earlier, her professional smile in place. "Mr. Calden, Miss Elira," she said warmly, addressing them by their disguised names. "It's time for your dinner service. As I mentioned earlier, we'll prepare the cabin for your meal now."
Behind her, two additional personnel stepped in, each pushing a polished silver cart laden with covered dishes. The tantalizing aroma of gourmet cuisine began to waft through the cabin, a delicate blend of savory and herbal notes.
"Please allow us a moment to arrange everything," the attendant said, waving her hand.
The rings on the hands of the staff began to glow faintly, intricate runes shimmering to life as they activated the enchantments embedded in the room. The cabin responded immediately—the seating area shifted seamlessly, the plush chairs rearranging themselves into a more formal dining configuration. A smooth, polished table emerged from the floor between them, its surface glowing faintly with a protective mana layer.
The ambient lighting adjusted, casting a warm, inviting glow over the space. The entire process was fluid and almost theatrical, a display of magical precision designed to impress.
Irina raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smirk as she watched the transformation. "They certainly know how to set the stage."
Astron, as usual, remained composed, though his gaze lingered on the glowing rings and the precise movements of the staff. "Efficient," he remarked quietly.
Once the room had been rearranged, the attendants began to place the dishes on the table. Each plate was uncovered with a flourish, revealing beautifully plated meals that looked more like works of art than food. A rich, aromatic soup sat in a delicate porcelain bowl, accompanied by a warm bread basket. There was a main course of mana-infused grilled fish, its scales glistening faintly, paired with roasted vegetables that shimmered subtly with a faint magical enhancement.
"To complement the meal," the attendant said, placing two crystal glasses on the table, "we've brought our finest enchanted wine. It's non-alcoholic but infused with a calming mana blend to enhance relaxation."
Irina glanced at Astron as the final touches were made to the table. "See? Even you can't complain about this level of detail."
"..."
Astron could only stay silent.
The attendant and her team stepped back, their hands folded neatly in front of them. "If there's anything else you require during your meal, please don't hesitate to use the communication rune. Enjoy your dinner."
With that, they bowed slightly and exited the room, leaving the two of them alone in the transformed space. The soft hum of the train continued as a backdrop, blending with the faint clinking of silverware as Irina reached for her glass.
"Well," she said, raising the glass slightly, "to the journey."
"....Speechless…."
Astron commented, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"What?"
"You need to practice these lines a little more."
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
Astron set his glass down with a calm, deliberate motion, his sharp gray eyes glinting faintly as he regarded Irina. "Your choice of words," he began, his tone as even as ever, "sounds like someone trying too hard to be wise. It's… juvenile."
Irina's hazel eyes narrowed as she stiffened in her seat, her expression shifting from playful to annoyed in an instant. "Juvenile? Excuse me?" she shot back, her voice dripping with indignation.
Astron leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering. "You said, 'To the journey,' like it's something profound," he said, his voice carrying just enough sarcasm to be grating. "But it came off more like you were imitating someone older and wiser than you are."
Irina's cheeks flushed, though whether it was from anger or embarrassment was unclear. "Hmph! Why am I even bothering to toast with you?" she snapped, setting her glass down with a bit more force than necessary.
Astron raised an eyebrow, unbothered by her outburst. "I was wondering the same thing," he said coolly, his lips twitching faintly as if suppressing a smirk.
Irina crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair with a dramatic huff. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she muttered, glaring at the pristine table as if it were somehow at fault for her irritation. "Here I was, trying to make this meal feel a little special, and you ruined it with your stupid remarks."
"Stupid remarks?" Astron repeated, tilting his head slightly. "I thought I was being helpful. You could use the feedback."
"Feedback?" she sputtered, her fiery gaze snapping back to him. "You're impossible."
Astron shrugged, unperturbed by her frustration. "I'm just saying, if you're going to try for a profound toast, you might want to work on your delivery."
Irina let out an exasperated sigh, slumping slightly in her seat. "Why do I even try?" she muttered, sulking as she poked at her plate with her fork.
Astron watched her with his usual calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't offer an apology or attempt to console her, instead taking another sip of his enchanted wine as if the entire exchange were entirely unremarkable.
The silence stretched between them for a moment before Irina, unable to stand it, let out another huff. "You're so aggravating," she said, though there was a faint pout to her tone now, the edge of her frustration softening.
*****
And well, just like that the nighttime came.
And another crisis occurred.
Or rather an opportunity.
"You…..did you really book a single bedroom?"
Chapter 701 - The Trip (4)
The soft hum of the train persisted as the cabin lights dimmed, signaling the approach of nighttime. Irina tapped the interface on the wall, activating the cabin's transformation for its sleeping arrangement.
The room responded instantly, the dining table and chairs shifting seamlessly back into the floor. The faint glow of runes lit up the walls as the bed emerged from a concealed compartment, a luxurious king-sized mattress draped in soft, plush linens.
Astron, standing to the side, watched the transformation unfold with his usual calm. But as the bed revealed itself—its singular, unmistakably shared nature—he raised an eyebrow, his sharp gray eyes flicking toward Irina.
"You…" He began, his tone as calm as ever but carrying a hint of incredulity. "…did you really book a single bedroom?"
Irina turned toward him, her hazel eyes widening in feigned surprise. "What? I—I didn't know it was only a single bed!" she said, her voice laced with just the right amount of indignation.
Astron's gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable as he observed her for a long moment. The room fell silent save for the faint hum of the train as it continued its steady journey through the Arcadia Dominion.
Then, he spoke his tone as cutting as it was calm. "You're lying."
Irina stiffened, though she quickly tried to cover it by crossing her arms. "I am not!" she shot back, her voice firm, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her.
"You can't escape my eyes," Astron said simply, his sharp gaze unwavering. "You booked this room knowing exactly what it was."
Irina's lips twitched as she fought to maintain her composure. "I didn't," she insisted, turning her head away. "It's just a coincidence."
Astron didn't reply immediately, but his silence was deafening. His piercing gaze seemed to strip away any pretense, leaving her feeling uncomfortably exposed. Irina avoided his eyes, her mind racing.
So what if I'm lying? she thought defiantly. It's not like you can prove it. As long as I don't acknowledge it, what can you do?
She glanced at him briefly, her smirk returning as a faintly mischievous glint shone in her eyes. And even then, we're already in this room. What are you going to do, leave the train or find another room? Heh, you're trapped here with me. You can't do anything.
Astron sighed softly, his expression shifting into something between exasperation and resignation. "You're not very good at hiding your intentions," he remarked, his voice calm but tinged with dry amusement.
Irina turned to face him fully, her arms still crossed. "And you're not very good at minding your own business," she retorted, her tone haughty. "Besides, it's just a bed. What's the big deal?"
Astron raised an eyebrow. "It's not about the bed. It's about your inability to admit what's obvious."
"Well, I'm not admitting anything," Irina said with a huff, turning her back to him. "So, you can think whatever you want."
Astron shook his head slightly but didn't press further. Instead, he stepped forward, his calm demeanor unshaken as he approached the bed. "Fine," he said simply, his voice even. "I'll take the right side. You stay on the left."
The room was quiet save for the faint hum of the train, the soft lighting casting warm shadows over the space. Astron stepped away from the bed, grabbing a small bag he'd brought with him.
"Where are you going?" Irina asked, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as she watched him head toward the bathroom.
Astron glanced back at her, his sharp gray eyes calm. "To change."
Irina huffed, crossing her arms. "Change here."
Astron raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking briefly to her before he shook his head. "No."
"Why not?" Irina pressed a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's the big deal?"
Astron gave her a long, almost incredulous look. "I'm not into these kinds of things," he said flatly, his tone calm but edged with mild disbelief.
Irina's cheeks flushed, and she immediately looked away, waving her hand dismissively. "Hmph! As if that's what I meant!" she muttered, though her voice betrayed her embarrassment. She shook her head, pretending to focus on the glowing runes in the room. "Whatever, just go."
Astron turned back toward the bathroom, pausing only when Irina's voice stopped him again.
"Wait."
He turned slightly, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"You should turn off the disguise," Irina said, gesturing vaguely toward him. Her hazel eyes flicked to the ring on his finger. "It's just us here. Why bother?"
Astron raised an eyebrow. "What happened to being careful?"
Irina rolled her eyes, letting out a soft huff. "It's just the two of us. No one's watching, and no one's coming in. Why are you being so uptight?"
Astron shrugged, his calm demeanor unshaken. "If something unusual happens, it's not my responsibility," he said simply, then stepped into the bathroom without further argument.
Irina watched him disappear, her gaze lingering on the closed door for a moment before she exhaled softly. So stubborn, she thought, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. But at least he listens… sort of.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Astron stepped out. He had changed into his sleeping clothes—simple, dark, and practical—but his appearance was striking nonetheless. His black hair was slightly damp, glistening faintly in the light, and small drops of water clung to his sharp features, giving his skin an almost luminous quality. His piercing purple eyes, no longer muted by the disguise, stood out vividly against his calm expression.
Irina glanced up from where she was seated, her gaze locking onto him for a brief moment before she quickly looked away, her cheeks heating. She let out a long, exaggerated sigh, feigning exasperation. "Your face… it's really fatal, you know that?"
Astron tilted his head slightly, his gaze calm but questioning. "Fatal?"
"Never mind," she muttered, standing abruptly. She grabbed her own bag, her movements brisk as she made her way to the bathroom. "I'm changing."
Astron didn't respond, simply moving toward the bed and settling on his designated side. As the door clicked shut behind Irina, she leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. This is going to be a long night, she thought, shaking her head before beginning to change.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Irina stepped out. She had changed into her sleeping clothes—a simple but elegant set that spoke to her upbringing. Her damp chestnut brown hair, a result of her disguise, fell loosely around her shoulders, and her hazel eyes glanced briefly at Astron before she made her way toward the bed.
Astron, seated on the far side, was leaning against the headboard, his sharp purple eyes fixed on the glowing scenery outside the window. His calm demeanor was unshaken as Irina climbed into the bed, curling up on her side with a content sigh. For a while, she simply lay there, watching the subtle glow of the runes that adorned the cabin walls and the occasional shimmer of light reflecting from outside.
But her gaze kept drifting toward him—his relaxed posture, his striking features highlighted faintly by the ambient light, and the way his black hair framed his calm, unreadable expression. Finally, unable to resist, she sat up and shifted toward him, settling herself on his side of the bed.
Astron's eyebrows twitched slightly as he glanced at her. "What are you doing?"
"Watching the scenery," she said simply, her tone carrying a casual confidence that made it clear she wasn't moving.
Astron's sharp gaze flicked from her to the window, then back again. "Haven't you watched enough already?"
"So what?" she replied with a faint smirk. "I haven't had enough."
He exhaled softly, his expression as composed as ever, though the faintest flicker of exasperation crossed his eyes. Irina, meanwhile, continued watching the scenery outside, her focus occasionally shifting to him from the corner of her eye.
The glowing forests and mana-imbued cliffs of the Arcadia Dominion continued to pass by, casting a serene glow over the room. But for Irina, the view inside the cabin was proving far more captivating.
Astron's voice broke the silence. "It's getting late. We should sleep."
Irina glanced at him, then let out a soft sigh. "Fine," she said, her tone almost reluctant as she moved back to her side of the bed. Curling into the soft blankets, she turned her back to him, her eyes closing. "Goodnight," she murmured, her voice quieter now.
"Goodnight," he replied, his tone as steady as ever.
Irina lay curled in the bed, the soft hum of the train and the faint glow of mana-infused runes creating a serene atmosphere. But sleep didn't come easily. Her mind raced, filled with the novelty of the situation—sharing a bed in a train cabin, the quiet presence of Astron beside her, and the strange tension that lingered in the air.
She shifted slightly under the blankets, glancing over her shoulder at him. His back was to her, his dark silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the window. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke softly.
"Are you sleeping?"
Silence.
She frowned, turning a little more toward him. "Are you sleeping?" she repeated, her voice a touch louder.
Still nothing.
She waited for a beat, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Astron," she whispered insistently. "Are you—"
Finally, his voice cut through the quiet, calm but carrying a faint edge of exasperation. "I'm trying, but someone isn't making it easy."
Irina huffed, crossing her arms under the blanket. "Humph! Well, excuse me for not being able to sleep immediately. Not all of us are machines who can just turn off at will."
Astron sighed softly, but he didn't respond. His calm demeanor only fueled her irritation.
She turned fully to face him now, resting her chin on her arm as she stared at his back. "You don't seem tired, either," she accused lightly.
"I was getting there," he replied, his tone still measured. "Until now."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she masked it with a scoff. "It's not my fault this is… new."
Astron tilted his head slightly, though he didn't turn to face her. "New?"
"Yes, new," Irina repeated, her voice quieter now as if admitting something she wasn't entirely comfortable with. "I've never done this before—sharing a room, a bed, traveling like this. It's all… different."
For a moment, there was silence again. Then, Astron shifted slightly, glancing at her over his shoulder, his sharp purple eyes catching the faint light. "Different doesn't mean bad," he said simply.
Irina blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected softness in his tone. She quickly turned away, muttering under her breath. "You're annoyingly insightful sometimes, you know that?"
"Yeah, I do."
Imagining his smug face, she couldn't take it.
'Humph! Take this.'
And she rushed to his side.
Chapter 702 - The Trip (5)
'Humph! Take this!'
Irina didn't give herself time to second-guess as she shifted across the bed and wrapped her arms around Astron from behind. The warmth of his body was startling, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing under her touch. For a brief moment, she hesitated, almost surprised at herself, but she didn't let go.
Astron flinched slightly, his posture stiffening. "What are you doing?" he asked his voice calm but edged with a subtle tension.
"Nothing," Irina replied innocently, though her grip remained firm.
"This doesn't feel like nothing," he said, his tone now carrying a hint of dry humor.
"It may not feel like it, but it is nothing," she retorted, her voice light and unbothered.
"Don't slide your arms," he warned, his sharp purple eyes flicking toward her as if he could sense her next move.
She smirked slightly, leaning just a bit closer. "What are you going to do?"
Astron sighed, his gaze returning to the window. "Aren't you pushing it a bit far?"
"So what?" she replied, her tone more defiant now. "Is it wrong?"
"Wrong?" He paused, his voice steady but thoughtful. "I don't know. But it certainly feels quite… fast."
Irina chuckled softly, resting her chin lightly against his shoulder. "I disagree," she said, her voice carrying a playful edge. "I feel like I've waited for a long time already."
Astron turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze meeting hers. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, but the faintest twitch of his lips suggested he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to appear.
"Do whatever you want."
"Hehehehe…" Irina giggled softly, a note of triumph in her voice as she buried her face against Astron's back. The warmth of his body was less than she'd expected, a faint chill clinging to him that made her pause for a moment. Whether it was the contrast with her own warmth or something intrinsic to him, she couldn't quite tell.
Still, she didn't pull away. Instead, she tightened her hold, her arms wrapping securely around his waist as she let herself sink into the moment. The faint scent of him—a clean, subtle fragrance with a hint of something sharper, like steel or ozone—lingered in the air. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to make her heart beat just a little faster.
"You're cold," Irina murmured again, her voice soft and slightly muffled against Astron's back.
Astron glanced over his shoulder, his sharp purple eyes flickering with curiosity. "That's how I usually am," he replied evenly. "You're the one that's hot."
Irina stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushing at his choice of words. "W-What?" she sputtered, but before she could gather herself, he continued.
"It appears you're feeling something," Astron remarked, his voice calm but with a faint edge of teasing. "Maybe… cool down a bit?"
Her face turned crimson as his words fully registered. Feeling something? Cool down? She buried her face further into his back, more out of embarrassment than anything else. This guy! He's impossible!
But as quickly as the flustered thoughts came, Irina's defiance flared up. So what if I feel a little warm? It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. Why should I care what he thinks?
"So what?" she said aloud, her voice gaining a bold edge. "What if I feel a little warm? You'll just have to deal with it."
Astron sighed softly, his tone neutral as ever. "I guess," he said, a faint trace of resignation in his voice.
Irina smirked, her embarrassment now tempered with a small sense of victory. She tightened her hold slightly, resting her cheek against his back as the tension of the moment began to fade. The soft hum of the train and the gentle motion of its journey wrapped around them like a cocoon.
"Goodnight, Astron," she murmured, her voice softer now, the earlier teasing replaced with a quiet sincerity.
Astron didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed out the window. Then, with a calm steadiness that was so uniquely him, he said, "Goodnight."
The cabin fell into a peaceful silence, and slowly but surely, the two drifted off to sleep, their breaths falling into an unspoken rhythm as the train carried them further into the night.
*******
Irina's dream unfolded like a vivid, forbidden fantasy. The warmth of an unseen presence, the closeness of a certain someone, the intensity of shared glances that led to something far more daring—it was all too real, too overwhelming. Her heart raced, her body responding in ways she hadn't expected, and as the dream grew more intense, a rush of emotions and sensations coursed through her.
But just as the dream reached its crescendo, a sharp jolt of awareness cut through the haze. Her eyes snapped open, her breathing uneven as reality came rushing back. The soft hum of the train grounded her, and her hazel eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the cabin. The scenery outside the window slowly came into focus—the train was still moving, its rhythmic motion steady and unchanging.
The world outside was bathed in the soft hues of dawn, the sky just beginning to lighten as the first hints of sunrise painted the horizon. Golden rays crept into the cabin, casting gentle patterns across the bed and walls. The scene was peaceful, serene—an almost cruel contrast to the storm of emotions Irina felt.
Her cheeks burned as the memory of her dream lingered, vivid and embarrassing. She glanced down at herself, her face turning crimson as she realized… something sticky. A quiet groan escaped her lips, and she pressed a hand to her face, mortified.
Why now? Why this? she thought, biting her lip. I can't believe… I actually had a dream like that. And about… him.
Irina blinked as her breathing steadied, the vivid remnants of her dream still swirling in her mind. Her cheeks burned hotter as she became aware of herself, and the mortifying reality of something sticky struck her fully.
Gathering her thoughts—or trying to—she glanced around the cabin, her hazel eyes darting to where Astron had been lying earlier. The sight of the empty space filled her with both confusion and relief.
Where did that guy go? she wondered, narrowing her eyes at the now perfectly made side of the bed. A small sigh of relief escaped her. At least he's not here to see this mess.
She let out a soft, self-conscious laugh, her body relaxing slightly. "Haaah…" A sense of calm returned as she took stock of the situation. Alright, focus. First things first.
She swung her legs off the bed and stood, her movements brisk as she focused on dealing with the evidence of her embarrassing dream. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and summoned her mana. A shimmering light surrounded her hands as she chanted softly under her breath, casting a combination of magical constructs.
"[Sweep], [Evaporate]…" Her voice steadied as she worked, meticulously layering the spells. The [Clean] spell activated with a soft hum, the sticky discomfort vanishing instantly as her mana swept through the fabric and her clothes. Within moments, she was entirely refreshed, and the mortifying remnants of her dream were gone.
Irina let out another sigh, running a hand through her hair. "This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself, though the relief in her voice was palpable.
She stretched her arms above her head, feeling oddly well-rested despite everything. The tension that had built up in her chest throughout the trip seemed lighter now, dissipated by the warmth of the bed and the peaceful rhythm of the train.
"This guy…" she murmured, her lips curving into a small smile as she thought about Astron. "Whenever I'm with him, I sleep really well."
The thought lingered in her mind, and with it came a faint blush, though she quickly shook it off. Don't think too much about it. Focus on getting ready for the day.
She padded toward the bathroom, grabbing a fresh set of clothes along the way. The soft glow of the cabin lights illuminated her path, and as she stepped inside, the sound of running water greeted her. The shower was warm and inviting, a perfect way to start the morning after the strange but restful night.
As the water cascaded over her, Irina allowed herself a moment of peace, closing her eyes and letting her thoughts drift. The train continued its steady journey, and the soft light of dawn spilled through the window, promising the start of another eventful day.
The warm water cascaded over Irina's skin, soothing her muscles and washing away the remnants of sleep. She tilted her head back, letting the spray hit her face as she sighed contentedly. The gentle steam enveloped her, and for a few precious minutes, she let herself relax completely. It wasn't often she had the chance to indulge like this, and she savored every moment.
This is nice, she thought, a small smile playing on her lips. I could stay here forever.
But eventually, the practicality of the day called her back. Reluctantly, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry herself. The cozy warmth lingered on her skin as she wrapped the towel around her body. Out of habit, she didn't think much about it as she exited the bathroom, her damp hair falling loosely around her shoulders.
"Good morning," she said casually, glancing up—and freezing in place as she met Astron's sharp purple eyes.
Astron sat in the cabin, perfectly composed as usual, his gaze fixed on her with an unreadable expression. His eyebrow arched slightly, and after a moment, he replied evenly, "Good morning."
Irina blinked, her mind slow to catch up as she wondered why his reaction felt… odd. Then she noticed the direction of his gaze, her eyes following it downward. Realization struck like a bolt of lightning.
Oh no.
She wasn't wearing any clothes. Just the towel.
Her cheeks flamed a deep crimson as she coughed awkwardly, her hands instinctively clutching the towel tighter. "Cough… uh…"
Without another word, she spun on her heel and retreated back into the bathroom, shutting the door with a decisive thud. Her heart raced as she pressed her back against the cool door, mortification washing over her in waves. This is so not good! How could I forget?!
From the other side of the door, Astron's calm voice carried through. "Why not change here?"
Irina's eyes widened, and she immediately understood what he meant. He's referring to yesterday…
Her embarrassment quickly turned to irritation. "Fuck off," she shot back, her voice sharp but shaky.
A faint hum of amusement came from the other side, though he said nothing more. Irina groaned, running a hand through her damp hair as she tried to collect herself. This guy is impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Muttering under her breath, she quickly dried off and dressed, making sure everything was in place before stepping out again. This time, she held her head high, determined to ignore the smug glint she was sure would be in Astron's eyes. Just act like it didn't happen. Move on. Stay composed.
Easier said than done.