*Ring*
*Ring*
*Click*
A man brought his wrist bracelet up to his ear. His face was shadowed. His bracelet looked more advanced in tech compared to every other one.
"A phone call straight to me?" He immediately said with slight irritation.
"N-no, sir! We got this phone call from a series of other lines leading up. They all reported to us, and we feel we have to report it to you!" The voice behind the call sounded nervous.
"Hmm... fine. Tell me, what was so important that you felt it was necessary to report to me directly?"
"Well... you see, it is best shown, rather than said. Take a look at this footage of a duel in BF."
...
The man who wore a more advanced bracelet had a slightly surprised but also amused expression on his face. "Oo~ what is this?"
"That is exactly what we thought as well, sir. What should we do?"
"Well first, tell me who he is."
"...We can't, sir."
"What? Why not?"
"This player seems to want to keep his identity hidden."
"Then go into his personal logs and find out. I want to know who it is by tomorrow." The man didn't hesitate to say.
"B-but, sir! That would be going against our polic--" The employee was cut off.
"I'm sure I can trust you to handle this business proficiently."
*Click*
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*Tweet!*
A pointy object poked Lyrian's nose out of nowhere, forcing him to jerk up from his sleep.
"What the?" He touched the tip of his nose, which had now turned red.
"You..." He stared at his Pheon, which was chirping as it flew in a circle in front of him.
He looked at the time on his bracelet and saw that it was almost time to wake up for class, so he did just that.
After a short sigh, he began to get ready. "Calling you 'you' isn't simple. I guess I'll give you a real name." Lyrian mumbled under his breath as he began to brush his teeth, the Pheon circling around him.
"Hmm. Nova... yeah, that fits." He said as the Pheon quickly flew around him, pecking at his head multiple times.
"Ah-! Hey! Stop that you bastard!" He exclaimed, ducking and weaving the attacks as he swatted away at the bird.
At that moment, he remembered something. "I'm still wondering why everyone was looking at me oddly when I went out with you yesterday..."
This thought persisted in his mind until he was fully ready. He left his room and began heading to his first class.
Just like the day before, he got some surprised, odd looks. This time, he even heard some whispers.
"Is that his Spirit Pet?"
"That's the one he got as an MVP, right? From the high-grade egg?"
"Look... it's following him without any trouble..."
Soon, Lyrian arrived at his first class. Zaryn Mythology continued as normal until halfway through the class when Sir Peser proposed a question to the class.
"And so, kids, that was how Ephiras created a powerful alliance between our three kingdoms as well! Now, we all know that Varant was great, and we prize him in many aspects, but do you know what he prized himself? What was his greatest quality, the thing that shaped his personality?"
As soon as he said this, several hands were raised in the air as usual. Smart kids near the front of the class were eager to answer.
However, Peser picked a hand from the back, one that never raised before.
"I would say that Varant valued the concept of perfection the most," Lyrian said from his seat, garnering a few head turns.
Sir Peser didn't say anything, as other students quickly interjected.
"What? Were you not listening to the lecture this entire time!?" A boy with glasses sitting in the front row suddenly exclaimed, "If you studied the textbook, you would see that he valued honesty above all!"
Suddenly, the front of the class erupted into a free-for-all, where students began to disagree with each other left and right.
"No! The 8th chapter highlights his strength more so than his honesty!"
"Huh? So what!? The 9th values courage!"
"What do you mean 'so what?'? The 8th chapter is written by one of the greatest historians known on earth! You can't deny his words!"
Finally, Peser silenced the students, "Shush!" He exclaimed in a stern tone, interrupting all of the ongoing arguments.
"Lyrian." He said as people turned to face him again.
"Perfection... I haven't ever heard that answer to this question before."
As he was speaking, a nerdy boy mumbled under his breath, "Yeah... 'cause it's not in the textbook!" Before laughing with his friends. "Fucking retard..." He insulted Lyrian.
"Why did you say perfection?" Peser finished his question.
Lyrian looked down at the nerdy boy in the front row who was slouched over laughing with his friends and answered promptly. "It's simple, he says showing how his greatest quality was perfection."
The nerdy boy couldn't take any more of this and suddenly shouted out, "Wrong! He directly never says a word in the textbook! What is this guy talking about?" His friends burst into a laugh again.
Lyrian continued, "The textbook is written by 'historians' or in other words, random people who never met or saw Varant. However, I have read his personal book."
At that moment, the students in the front row ceased their laughing. A smirk even appeared on Peser's face.
"There, he writes that one should have mastered all forms of his being. Not just his strength, courage, and honesty, but even down to how he speaks and thinks."
Before anyone could say anything to this, Peser exclaimed, "Correct! My, it's been years since I've read the book; I nearly forgot about it. It being so unpopular should be a crime... but Lyrian, you hit the nail right on the head!"
Peser said as he continued to lecture, bringing a grimacing frown to the nerdy kid's face.
"Che." Lyrian chuckled at seeing this.
"No-no! That's wrong." A voice suddenly cut through the early silence.
At that moment, everyone turned their heads to face... Israthel.
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