CHAPTER - 79

  Dav: (Curious) Isabella, tell me the truth... Did something happen?

  Isabella: (Waving her hands) No! Don’t worry.

  He just wanted to bring you here quickly because you told us you wanted to return to the academy right away.

  Dav: (Suspicious) If someone touched me while I was asleep, I would have noticed.

  Even if someone had murderous intentions or wanted to kidnap me while I slept…

  How is it possible that I didn’t notice anything?

  Isabella: (Sweating nervously) Maybe you were just really exhausted from the trip...?

  Dav: (Thinking) I guess that’s it. (Looking at Isabella calmly) I feel fine now.

  Thanks for the apples, Isabella.

  Narrator: When Dav stood up and left, passing behind Isabella, who was seated, she looked at the floor in anger, gripping the knife handle and the apple tightly, furious for having lied to him.

  Meanwhile, Dav looked around the tower, searching for Azrael.

  He saw a slightly open door and entered, finding Azrael and Solomon deep in conversation.

  Dav: (Hand on the door, exclaiming) Oh, so here you were!

  Azrael: (Looking at Dav) Did you get enough rest? Did you eat the apples?

  Dav: (Touching his hair) I feel energized now.

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  Azrael: (Pointing at Solomon) This is the great mage Solomon Whitmore.

  Solomon, this is Dav.

  Dav: (Surprised) I expected you to be older, maybe with a staff to support your age, like I’ve heard.

  Solomon: (Laughing) Right? I even look younger than Azrael with that wrinkled face of his! AHAHA.

  Azrael: (Irritated but amused) You're just jealous that I’m still young, you old rag.

  Solomon: (Looking at Dav) Azrael told me you wanted to ask me something. How can I help?

  Dav: (Pulling out two rings and a bracelet) Is there a way to enchant these two rings and place inside them a forced teleportation magic to whoever is called?

  I received something similar from someone important with the same function, more or less.

  Can you do something like that with these two and this bracelet?

  Solomon: (Examining them) They have good material, I’m sure they cost you a lot.

  Two rings and a bracelet... Hmm, we can do it.

  You’ll have to make a contract with these rings, binding your soul and infusing them with your aura.

  Dav: (Doubtful) I don’t think I can do that.

  Solomon: (Smiling) That won’t be a problem, I’ll make sure to act as a bridge in the transfer.

  You just need to focus on transferring your aura and a bit of your soul, creating a contract with these three items.

  Just tell me when you’re ready to start, but I’ll warn you now—it won’t be quick.

  It could take two days.

  A few hours earlier, at the academy

  Narrator: Gabriel, waking up in bed a few meters away from Marco’s, sat on the edge of his bed, stretching joyfully near midday.

  He noticed a box with a letter on top, addressed to his nephew Marco.

  Gabriel quickly called Marco, shaking him repeatedly to wake him up.

  When Marco woke up, he asked, "Are we late for lunch?"

  Gabriel said, "Something else, but also that."

  He handed him the letter, and Marco opened it, reading with still-sleepy eyes.

  "Happy birthday, my little Marco. I hope you’ll like the cake...

  I’m sorry I can’t tell you everything in person, but I’ll be busy for the next few days.

  Happy birthday, you little brat."

  Marco sat up, opened the box infused with ice magic to keep it fresh, and saw a beautiful cake.

  He called Elysia, Martina, Leo, Fin, and Cedric to eat it together.

  He smiled widely, thanking his uncle as he looked at the letter.

  They all gathered in his room, wished him a happy birthday, ate the cake, and played video games all day.

  PRESENT

  Dav: (Looking at Azrael) What’s with that long face, buddy?

  Azrael: (Looking at Dav) Could I have something like that too?

  Dav: (Sarcastic, with a triumphant smirk) Are you asking me to give you my soul, huh? That’s so romantic.

  Azrael: (Arms crossed) If you don’t want to, then forget it!

  Dav: (Calmly) Come on, give me something Solomon can put my soul into, and let me focus.

  Narrator: Azrael was happy to hear that request.

  To him, it was the most beautiful thing a friend could give: their soul in a moment of need.

  Dav and Solomon continued for hours, facing many failures and headaches.

  The stress was evident, sweat dripped, and deep breaths were their only company.

  They pushed forward without rest, exhausting both Solomon and Dav.

  END OF CHAPTER - 79