Endless Evolution: Last Star

Chapter 567 The Beginning of Negotiations

The small, old room was lit only by a single lamp with its dim light.

Fromund sat in an old armchair, torn in many places, but the chair was in decent condition, covered in stitches since Elva, Liv, and Tilda took care to make it look at least somewhat decent.

Across from him, on three wooden chairs as old as his armchair, sat Zarot, Mariel, and Nirosh, eager to get down to business as soon as possible.

Zarot glanced at his watch - 2.15 A.M. They had less than one hour left to announce their fighter. Moreover, in two hours they should already be in the Moon Colosseum for the fight to begin.

If Fromund stalls or refuses, the Marzo Family will be left with only one choice - to select as a fighter anyone who showed any performance from the examiners who are still working and fighting against the candidates.

"So... Speak up, why did you come here and what do you want?" Fromund nonchalantly asked while looking at them with a deep gaze.

He would be ready for some serious talk since Elva, Liv, and Tilda went to sleep and they wouldn't hear anything they shouldn't know.

Well, at least that's what Fromund thought.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slowly, so as not to make a single sound, Elva, Liv, and Tilda walked out of their rooms. They purposely didn't lock the doors since they knew they weren't going to go to bed this early.

Well, it was late, especially for teenagers like them, but their energy and curiosity wouldn't allow them to fall asleep in such a situation.

Fromund wasn't a very strict brother, so he didn't force his younger sisters to go to bed at a certain time like other parents might do. He didn't want to limit their freedom, and it was also good for them to learn the consequences of a situation where they needed to get up early and they went to bed late.

"Ghm." Zarot coughed as he pointed at Nirosh and began the story, "It is related to the wedding and The Rule of Power."

"The Rule of Power...?" Formund raised an eyebrow in confusion.

...

Zarot and Mariel spent the next ten minutes explaining to Fromund what happened, how important the wedding between the two great families was, and what The Rule of Power was, as well as where the situation stood now.

They didn't try to hide too much and told it like it was, answering his questions. It was in their best interest that Fromund agreed to help them.

In the end, they showed him a photo of his opponent, as well as the purple room where hundreds of people were waiting for the second fighter to appear.

"Adam Vinter..." Fromund muttered, "He's a talented and strong Phantom, defeated the Plague Reaper, and is fighting on The Rule of Power to save Osana from an unwanted wedding."

Fromund rested his cheek on his hand and cast a glance at Mariel before continuing to talk about the fight.

"Well, well, is your daughter's freedom worth less than the benefit of the wedding?"

Mariel bit her lip, crumpled her clothes, and glanced down.

"Don't say that. It's tradition and the way our society works. Most nobles, especially Light Nobles go through it, even if it's something unpleasant, it's just a part of our lives that we accept."

"Are you saying it's Osana's fault that she's an Artificial Phantom?" Fromund's voice was filled with gloom.

Nirosh wanted to say something, he was outraged and angry, but as soon as he raised his head to meet Fromund's gaze, he immediately fell silent, he couldn't find the strength to utter a single word.

"I can sense that you and I are on the same level..." Fromund wheezed, "And... do you think we're equals?"

Fromund sank lower, looking directly at the startled Nirosh.

"I am like you a Natural Phantom, but... unlike you, this was my only chance at survival and some sort of life."

As if recalling the actual hell, Fromund pointed down, and he didn't mean the floor or the ground, his purpose was to remind that the Citadel had another side, different from the Upper Ring.

"Down there, I had no choice. I had to either become strong or die condemning my sisters to the same fate and..."

Fromund took a deep breath stepping back to his chair.

"As you can see I am here and it is you who is asking for my help."

Fromund threw one leg over the other, exuding a dangerous but also filled with pain and fatigue aura.

"So... Shall we continue our negotiations?"

Nirosh gulped, but there was nothing he could do but nod.

...

In the meantime, Adam continued to watch the night ninth wing, holding tightly to Silvana's shoulder.

No one was talking, everyone was just waiting, as there wasn't much time left for the Marzo Family.

"Hey Silvana, I have a question for you." Adam said quietly, seeming to make sure only Silvana could hear him.

His eyes were deep, with unknown intent.

"Hmm?" Silvana cast a puzzled look at him.

"Nirosh... how strong is he?"

Before Silvana could say anything, Osana's voice rang out.

"K2W0, exactly the same level as me or you."

Osana said confidently.

"I see..."