*Starting Scene: Continuation Of Flashback*

Adalia had passively gathered all the necessary clothing and took the shower she desired prior to eating. She did this with a good amount of hurry since her mother was pressuring the brown-haired teen not to take too long because both were running late for the welcoming of the Einsburn Family's heads thanks to Adalia wanting to shower. After accomplishing that, Adalia and her mother take their leave of their home as they hastily head to the Royal Council's mansion. On their way, the future council member, who now has her hair tied into her vintage pony-tail style as she's wearing a white, buttoned, short-sleeved, silk blouse, a frilly white skirt that extends halfway down her thighs while of the same material, white heels and the gold bracelets her older self commonly wears on both arms, thinks with her eyes glancing at the civilians all around them, "Even though such important people are coming, Velkry's people aren't remotely fazed. It's either they're totally confident nothing bad will happen or possibly..." She sets her gaze forward due to her mother currently walking in front of her and asks in a curious voice, "Mom, do they know that two members of the Einsburn Family will be visiting today?"

In response, Adalia's mother calmly maintains her eyes on where she's going as she has a white dress that looks exactly like the future Adalia's attire, also wears heels while containing physical features nearly mirroring her daughter with the exception of the adult's hair being a slightly darker brown, however, not tied at all and sternly says, "You mean the civilians? I don't see how it would matter if they did. It's not as if they could ever overturn the Royal Council's decision of having them as guests with any complaints they are certain to spew out."

Adalia sighs without steering her concentration away from her mother's backside, which notably has the same crest as the teenager's gown, and speaks in a concerned tone. "They deserve to know who's entering our city at least. Keeping them in the dark is just plain wrong. What if something terrible were to happen as a result of getting involved with the Einsburn Family?"

Having found some amusement from Adalia's words, her mother grins as her pace slowly decreases to better communicate with her daughter. "You worry too much sometimes, Hun. Have a little faith in your father and the Royal Council. Everything they do is for the Holy Sanctuary's safety. Anyhow, it isn't like there are any plans of Velkry plunging into battle on the Einsburn Family's behalf if things don't pan out well concerning those rumors I previously mentioned. All that's intended from this meeting will be the suggestion of peace between us and them." She turns her head to the right to smile at Adalia. "In addition, them visiting isn't really being kept as a secret. More than likely, every Velkry Spellcaster already know that they will be here today by their own means of information, so what point is there to making a grand announcement about the whole thing?" Adalia's mother playfully giggles while shutting her eyes.

Adalia briefly struggles with what her mother recently said until allowing a light smirk to take form on the blue-eyed beauty's face. "Can't argue with that logic, can I?"

The brown-haired mother veers her head to aim forward and happily answers in a sing-song manner. "You could, however, it would just lead to failure, Hun!" Adalia's mother laughs proudly without opening her eyes.

Adalia halfheartedly giggles while displaying a faint sum of shame and mumbles to herself, "Sure, mom..."

Both Adalia and her mother keep up their journey through Velkry as time moves forward enough to have the pair arrive at their destination. Right after that, the two gorgeous dames are overcome by bewilderment due to seeing an immense crowd standing behind every part of the mansion's fence with just the entrance way not having anyone disrupting its path while they're talking among each other. The reason so many of the Holy Sanctuary's residents are there is because of the three male individuals, all dressed in a white, commanding officer's uniform, located at the mansion's door with six white-cloaked Spellcasters of different complexion evenly lined-up on opposite sides of the trio.

Adalia scoffs with her jaw slightly hanging, bewilderment retaining its hold on her, as she thinks, "Well, I'll be damned... Mom was right...!"

While Adalia thought that, poised in the middle of the three uniformed men, a Caucasian, muscular gentleman, looking to be in his mid 30s, gives off a vibrant smile at the sight of Adalia and her mother standing ahead with his hazel eyes resonating delight as he's the tallest person out of everyone present due to being 6'3". He then promptly lifts his bulky, right arm to wave at them with his eyes closed while joyfully yelling, "Athala! Adalia! You finally made it!"

Taking that as their cue to proceed, Athala and Adalia walk towards the tall Caucasian with content established. Once the mother and daughter are close enough, they halt a meter away from the uniformed trio as Athala says in a somewhat apologetic tone, "Sorry we're so late, dear." She looks towards her left since that's where Adalia's stationed with a scrutinizing expression. "Your daughter is the culprit for that."

Adalia diverts her gaze away from Athala while trying to front an innocent demeanor and starts humming a little.

A small chuckle escapes from Adalia's father after slanting his posture to the right so he can force the brown-haired girl to make eye contact with him and fervently comments, "Don't go hiding your guilty face when it's too beautiful to be hidden! Let the whole world see it and never, ever mask it!" He chuckles with a broad smile formed.

Adalia can't help being embarrassed by her father's words while getting very red in the face prior to releasing an agitated groan with her eyes promptly deviating the other way. "Come on, dad...! Saying that with so many people watching and listening... It's humiliating!"

The man towards the left, who happens to be a 45-year-old Miro, although still appearing to be younger than he actually is with some vague, grey strands present on his short, sleek, lavender hair, locks his attention upon Adalia's father as he attempts to hold back the mild frustration dwelling inside. "I got to agree, Ester! For a Royal Council member to act that way in front of all these people..." The turquoise-eyed man shakes his head in disapproval. "It is disgraceful! I would expect behavior from a novice like Slate, but not a veteran of fifteen years!"

Slate, being the trio's final member and is at an age not much older than Adalia without any facial hair, unlike his future counterpart, while standing on the other side of Ester, interjects himself with an intense glare directed towards Miro as the dark-skinned person's quite upset. "Are you implying that I'm incompetent because I'm new and would likely do things to cause embarrassment to the Royal Council, Miro?!"

Miro folds his arms together before veering his focus onto Slate while bent forward enough to see the man with brown hair combed backwards and expels a condescending attitude. "Was I not clear? Should I write it down for you to understand, child?"

Slate takes a step to fully face Miro with a remarkable amount of anger exploding from his being as he tightly curls both hands into fist after moderately raising them to the height of his torso. "I'm NOT a child! I'm 20 for heaven's sake!"

Miro's eyes narrow while generating annoyance and then quickly retorts in a strict voice. "Do not speak to me in that tone! You may have recently risen to the unparalleled status that a Royal Council member represents, however, that does nothing to my opinion of you! As far as I am concerned, you are beneath me and always will be, so speak appropriately to your superior or-"

Slate cuts Miro off without losing even a shred of his anger as he extends his right arm next to himself. "Or what?! What can someone of your age do to a young upstart like me?!"

Miro turns to face Slate, clasps his hands to temporarily crack them and confidently responds. "Plenty, especially when it has to do with age! Would you like a tiny taste, child?!"

Ester, having fixed his posture during the quarrel between his comrades, suddenly rest a hand on each of their shoulder and makes an effort to calm them down with a sincere look brimming while doing a few casual double-takes between the pair. "Hold it, you two. We aren't standing out here to watch y'all have a history-making bout. We're waiting for the Einsburns to arrive and wanted to warmly greet them out here instead of inside." He chuckles a tad while changing his concentration to the left. "Plus, you both are frightening everyone around and we certainly cannot have that."

Both arguing councilmen shift their attention to the others witnessing them, which included Athala and Adalia, as it's obvious that what Ester said was true since fear reflected in most who are there. Not long after that, Miro takes in a deep breath to relax with his eyes shut for a second until resting his vision on the tall gentleman. "You're absolutely correct, Ester."

Slate, who's intently watching Ester after briefly scanning his surroundings, nods in agreement with a shade of sadness showing. "Yeah."

Unexpectedly, Miro softly scoffs as he peers upward via tilting his head back and sighs. "To think, the day that you have become the voice of reason has finally come." The grey-haired adult commandeers his gaze onto Ester with not much movement of his head. "The end of the world must be at hand in that case."

Ester bursts out laughing while pulling both hands away from his fellow members and places his right hand behind his buzzed-cut, black hair to scratch his head on the part where there's the same emblem Adalia's sleeping gown contains etched in as it takes up the entire backside. "Don't say that! It makes me look like Slate then!" The muscular man continues to laugh.

Shock abruptly consumes Slate prior to shouting in a defensive tone with his eyes glued on Ester, "Hey!"

Athala and Adalia couldn't help giggling at Slate's reaction as they demonstrate an upbeat personality.

Then, without warning, silence is cast upon every citizen present while staring toward the sole path that's exhibited at the fencing's entrance. This is followed by the six white-cloaked men to draw their attention to that exact region with seriousness rapidly taking over. Soon, a majestic carriage decorated in articulate designs and cloth that confirmed royal stature, pulled by four armored, brown horses that are equally aligned via two strutting next to another, gradually travel along the path as it's heading in the Royal Council's vicinity.

Just like everyone else, Adalia vacantly stares at the carriage after moving to the left so she can investigate the cause of the crowd's silence, which permitted the Royal Council an excellent view of the oncoming object, until hearing her father utter the words in a low volume, "They've arrived." Because of that, the teenage Spellcaster snaps her head to Ester with a hint of concern surfacing. A couple of seconds later, Adalia's sights are brought back to the carriage while straightening her body to be upright so she can emanate a composed attitude.

The carriage, following several moments of it advancing toward the Royal Council members, halts roughly seven meters away with a gust of wind suddenly blowing by. In the meantime, Adalia focuses on the carriage's front section where someone would usually sit to drive the horses as she thinks in confusion, "That's odd. There's no one conducting the horses. Then, how did they know when to stop or even where to go?"

With that thought completed, the carriage's left side door promptly opens while a pair of legs hop down from the mildly elevated vehicle as they wear black shoes and faded black pants that own a red tint to it. Afterwards, a dark blonde-haired, Caucasian man in his early 20s peeks over the door's edge since he was being blotted by it and sees those standing ahead before lifting his left hand to wave at them in a childish manner with his emerald green eyes shut while wholeheartedly grinning. "Hi, there!"

Astonishment plagues everyone due to not predicting that kind of greeting as they can't muster a single word in response with another gust of wind passing.

Simultaneously, a woman's voice calls out from within the carriage while sounding a little upset. "Don't go greeting them like that! It isn't befitting of the Einsburn Family's head!"

The blonde nonchalantly faces the carriage's confines, his eyes reopened to look at the voice's source with his left hand lowered, prior to giving off an apologetic smile. "Oops!" He plants his left hand on top of his wavy, semi-short hair as it's currently notable that he has a black short-sleeved, V-Neck hoodie with dark brown laces, a brown t-shirt underneath and stands barely below 6'0". "I forgot!"

An aggravated sigh escapes the woman and then extends out her left hand. "Just help me out, Izachi."

Izachi removes his hand from his head, kindly grabs a hold of the feminine limb that's outstretched with his other hand and leisurely rebuttals. "Of course, Sorah. What sort of husband would I be if I didn't do this much for my wife at least?"

Sorah exits the carriage to stand right in front of Izachi while revealing that she's a few inches shorter than the green-eyed male as she owns a big head of thick, spiky, light blonde hair and blueish/green eyes. Additionally, the green-eyed woman has fair skin, a small bust, however, that doesn't take away from Sorah's overwhelming beauty as she's wearing a silver/white, strapless top with a heart-shaped, silver crystal installed in between her breasts, matching pants, a white Sun hat and elongated, silver gloves that reach over her elbows, which all perfectly fit her body. Afterwards, Sorah glares at Izachi with a scrutinizing expression while softly uttering, "You're saying that ironically, aren't you? As if I actually mean something to you other than being the woman who bore your first son."

Izachi lets go of Sorah's hand with a calm demeanor and veers his attention to the carriage's door. "Now's not the time to talk about that. Maybe later." The Caucasian Spellcaster places his right hand upon the door as he commences to close it. "For now, concentrate on this meeting."

Sorah moves towards her left to avoid the door, resulting in her being stationed behind Izachi at this instance, while gazing down at the ground with an empty smirk displayed as she temporarily adjusts her Sun hat via both hands. "You're kidding. I should be saying that to you. After all, you're the type who cannot tolerate meetings. You find them really boring."

Having shut the carriage's door, Izachi puts his hand down before amusement forms on his face. "Part of the reason I wanna' get this meeting done with fast. I'm sure the trip over here was a hell lot more fun than what this will probably be."

Sorah walks pass Izachi's left without alerting her husband after raising her head enough to point forward while having her eyes closed and hands lowered next to her sides. "No one ever said peace would be fun, Izachi."

Izachi sheepishly grins as he plants his right hand on his waist. "True, but no one said it wouldn't be either. It'd be a huge let-down if that's indeed the case." He then follows his wife until the couple are only a few meters from the Royal Council.

Concurrently, Adalia stares at the duo with a spaced out look until bringing her full attention onto Izachi and starts to feel a burning sensation gather around her chest, causing her breathing to become a bit ragged.

Not long after stopping before the Royal Council, Izachi nervously chuckles while analyzing the attire all three members are wearing. "You guys sure look sharp in those uniforms." The green-eyed adult glances at his apparel with minor shame radiating. "I feel seriously under-dressed here."

Sorah firmly comments without opening her eyes while standing to Izachi's left, "You see? I told you to wear something more appropriate for the occasion and you didn't listen. Now, you stick out like a sore thumb and look like a commoner."

Izachi shrugs in an uncaring way as he looks at Sorah out of the corner of his eyes. "Oh, well... Can't do crap about that now. Anyway, I'd rather be comfortable with what I wear, then dress up as someone that I'm clearly not." The blonde faintly laughs with his eyes momentarily shut.

Miro becomes a little upset while watching Izachi and thinks, "Such a vulgar personality! He didn't even present himself properly! The Einsburn Family made a grave mistake allowing HIM to be their head! What could have they been thinking?!"

Izachi specifies his focus onto Miro prior to emitting a knowing smirk with a hint of maliciousness while thinking, "You're definitely someone I'll take pleasure in tormenting once the time is right!"

Ester abruptly offers Izachi his right hand, sincere excitement overflowing from his person. "Welcome to the Holy Sanctuary, Izachi Einsburn! The name's Ester Rota!" He motions his head towards the other two Royal Council personnel. "They're Miro Edad and Slate Pachel! It's a pleasure to have you grace us with your presence!"

Izachi doesn't waste time in reacting to Ester's gesture and immediately shakes the buzz-haired man's right hand via his own limb as content takes shape. "The pleasure's all mine, actually! I'd take any excuse to travel across the world, visiting different cities and befriending whoever I feel like!"

Ester releases a hardy laugh with his eyes shut while retaining his grip on Izachi's hand. "Spectacular! In that case, can we be friends?!"

Everyone, except Sorah, is dumbfounded by Ester's sudden request with a considerable number of them gasping.

Izachi chuckles before tilting his head to the left. "Can't imagine why not."

Sorah simply shakes her head as her eyes remain closed and thinks, "Predictable. Izachi would never turn down the opportunity to make, what he would honestly believe in his mind, a friend without knowing more than his own devices allow."

Meanwhile, Ester happily smiles and lets Izachi's hand go while lifting his hands in front of himself after tightly clenching them. "Just what I was hoping you'd say!" The black-haired Spellcaster waltz pass Izachi with both arms momentarily down, and once he reaches the heart of the spacious yard, stretches those same limbs outward as they stay on opposite sides of him without unclenching his hands while cocking his head back to yell, "Civilians of the great city known as Velkry! You all saw it for yourselves! The Treaty involving us and the Einsburn Family has been made! And in record time!" Ester laughs for a couple of seconds.

Words couldn't describe how Velkry's citizens felt about Ester's declaration as they can only observe the muscular individual and are very quiet. For Adalia, she's equally silent while examining her father for a little until reverting her focus to Izachi with curiosity dwelling deep inside her.

On the other hand, Miro did manage to find the ability to retort with outstanding rage brimming. "No! That is not how things work, Ester!" He points at himself, Slate, Ester, Izachi and Sorah via his left hand while strongly stating, "We are supposed to have a proper and long discussion about what we are going to do in a PRIVATE setting!" The turquoise-eyed person jerks his left hand backwards as he sternly shakes his head. "Not make a casual decision in front of so many!"

Ester lowers his arms again prior to facing towards Miro, even he can't entirely see the grey-haired adult because of the carriage blocking his view and gives off a relaxed behavior. "How come? The end result will be the same, no matter what. Let's just cut to the chase."

Izachi raises his right hand above his head while looking at Miro as he optimistically shouts, "I second that!"

An angry scowl overruns Miro after locking eyes with Izachi. "Quiet, you! Just stay out of this!"

Izachi playfully sticks out his tongue, shut his left eye and says in a faintly muffled manner, "Sorry."

Slate includes himself into the conversation, having now displayed a mature personality, with his arms folded together while watching Miro out of the corner of his eyes. "Enough, Miro. You're causing a scene and it's beyond obscene."

Miro snaps his head to Slate while retaining every ounce of his anger and rage. "I do not want to hear that coming from you, child!"

Sorah opens her eyes so she can veer her concentration upon Miro as she remarks in a bland tone, "I must agree with Lord Slate. It'd be best if we enter now before you humiliate yourself any further, Lord Miro."

Miro's quickly ashamed of himself after staring at Sorah for a while and then politely bows. "You are correct, Mrs. Einsburn! My deepest apologies for demonstrating such an atrocious sight during your attendance of our Holy Sanctuary!"

Sorah deviates her gaze onto the mansion's door, commences to advance towards it and comments with no real change to her voice, "I'd prefer you show me the rightful respect I deserve and address me as LADY Einsburn or LADY Sorah. After all, I certainly gave you that much in respect, easily submitting into everyone's mind how well my character is."

Miro's right eye twitches as he witnesses Sorah's progress and grinds his teeth out of tremendous fury while thinking, "Was that an indirect shot at me?! That bitch!"

Izachi, having reopened his left eye quite some time ago, promptly narrows the gap between him and Miro while whispering into the grey-haired Caucasian's left ear with a menacing voice, "Even if she is one, please don't forget that she's still my wife... I can't just let you go mentally calling her that." He creates enough space to give Miro a tenacious smirk.

Miro makes eye contact with Izachi while immensely awestruck by the blonde's threat and is unable to implement a rebuttal.

Due to barely overhearing what Izachi told Miro, Adalia becomes fairly worried as she thinks, "Mentally?" Realization sets onto Adalia's being and keeps on thinking. "Wait! There was a rumor about the Einsburn Family I had totally forgotten! For a long time, talk went around on how one of them has a special ability that has nothing to do with magic! A power that continues through their bloodline! A power to read minds!" The blue-eyed dame swallows from nervousness while contemplating in her head, "Could he be... That person?!"

Without warning, Ester appears behind Izachi and calmly says, "Well, since Lady Sorah desires it, let's head inside then." The emblem-engraved man turns towards the cloak-wearing Spellcasters, whom had managed to patiently stay where they have been from the start with very minor emotion showing. "That'll include y'all also, unless you wish to be somewhere else."

One of the six individuals, who's located towards the left side while being the closest in that direction, coldly replies to Ester's words as his complexion's equal to Slate's, has a somewhat weakly body due to his age approximately ranging in the late 60s, making him the eldest out of all cloaked gentlemen, has orange eyes and short, jagged, grey/red hair that's pointed to the right. "You know I would love nothing more than to go home and spend time with my granddaughter, however, it's our responsibility as the Holy Sanctuary's Class S Spellcasters to be present for a meeting of such high-proportioned importance until the absolute end."

The man standing on the other side, poised across from the red-head elder, joins the conversation with a body type and young appearance that are barely similar to Slate's, however, has beige, medium-sized, exceedingly spiked hair while glancing at Ester out of the corner of his silver eyes. "What Kelirk's saying is the sad truth."

Another cloaked Spellcaster injects himself into the discussion, containing a hefty physique while having pretty pale skin, messy black hair that sticks upward, red eyes, a scruffy beard, seems to be nearing his late 30s and is sweating profusely, as he's stationed on the other end of the beige-haired individual, who just spoke, with his attention eagerly zoomed onto Ester. "Yeah, even if we had something better to do, we can't just bail! Anyway, cut the chit-chat and go in! I'm dying out here!"

The partially-muscular, fairly young Caucasian with short, sleek, pinkish/blue hair that leaves his forehead open for everyone to see, and decently matches his blue eyes, chuckles before humorously commenting while standing beside the hefty adult, "It's not like anyone would want that, right?" He smirks arrogantly.

Having heard that sarcastic inquiry, the fifth Class S Spellcaster, who's located in front of the pinkish-haired male, as he's around Ester's age with black eyes, a shiny, bald head and vaguely tanned, slim being while retorting in an emotionless way, "The answer to that question is YES."

The hefty person instantly sets his sights upon the bald Spellcaster with a distraught expression. "Hance!"

Almost everyone nearby, excluding the crowd, Sorah and Hance, start laughing with delight profoundly radiating. Then, the final Class S Spellcaster, having muscles that merely falls short to Ester's with practically every other physical aspect being the same, right even to owning the German-styled emblem etched on his head's backside, except for him having yellowish/brown eyes instead of hazel ones, and is toward the Royal Council's left, completing the line of Spellcaster in that direction, speaks to the pale gentleman via a laid back manner after shutting his eyes. "We're just kidding, Melvin! Relax!"

Adalia's stunned due to taking account of the look-alike while mumbling, "Uncle Dexter..." An overjoyed smile arises prior to shouting, "Uncle, you're back!"

Dexter veers his concentration to Adalia and then presents a disappointed look while faintly slouching his shoulders. "Did you seriously just notice me, my loving niece? That breaks my fragile heart."

Adalia gasps a tad as she blushes out of embarrassment without varying her gaze. "Don't say that!" The brown-haired beauty pauses until softly whimpering, "It's not like I meant to..." Adalia suddenly hears gentle laughter resounding from her upper right, causing the blue-eyed female's face to regain its natural color before shifting her gaze towards the source, and immediately witnesses that it was Izachi, who had turned to Adalia with an amused demeanor while both hands are in his pockets. This leads to Adalia blushing again, hurriedly steers her head away as she's extremely flustered and releases a disgruntled groan.

Sorah intently stares at Izachi and Adalia from in front of the mansion's main entrance while a hint of discontent surfaces, but doesn't remain that way for long as the blonde woman diverts her eyes forward with a blank composition taking shape.

Ester, paying little mind to his daughter's current behavior after temporarily analyzing Adalia via a hasty glance, resumes talking with the Class S Spellcasters while nonchalantly looking at each and every one of them. "Well, since you guys are so insistent, come on." He nudges his head back a bit during that last part of the sentence to direct the six men to go in. Having done that, the buzz-haired council member scans the hoard of people continuing to be waiting behind the metal fencing and loudly states with overwhelming confidence, "All of you can head home now! This may take a while, but be at ease! Us, Velkry's Royal Council and the Class S Spellcasters, will maintain our city's safety without fail! Count on it!" Ester quickly turns around and begins walking to the mansion's door.

At the same time, the civilian's let out a humongous cheer of approval and happiness before commencing to disperse so they can return to do whatever they possibly had intended for the day. After momentarily watching the crowd start their departure, Miro gives Izachi a dirty glare with gritted teeth until pulling back from the green-eyed lad since they were still pretty close to one another, grovels in an unintelligible way and then faces the mansion to follow Ester's lead.

Slate does the same as he keeps his arms entangled while not too pleased about his existence there being under-minded quite a few times by Miro, although he does his best for no one to notice.

As the six Class S Spellcasters and Athala head toward the mansion's entrance as well, Adalia hesitantly gazes at Izachi to verify if the blonde's continuing his attention on her without losing any redness that had recently gathered. Unfortunately, the teen's eyes meet with Izachi's while time abruptly feels like it's halting for the two individuals to share what is a measly instance from everyone else's perspective, however, is comparable to an eternity for them. This confrontation eventually finishes after Izachi exhibited a gradually widening smile and casually commandeers himself to follow the rest with a small shade of content on his face. This forces some confusion to make its way onto Adalia's being as she blinks a couple of times while her breathing's a tad ragged again, however, was at least able to cease her blushing.

With the majority of the group already inside, Athala calls out to Adalia from within the mansion's confines, having veered herself to face her daughter's location, via the adult woman's left hand raised next to her mouth while sounding kind of exasperated, "Hurry on in, Hun! You're always day-dreaming and taking so long in doing the most basic of things, I swear!"

Adalia's body lightly slumps down with a depressive look and mutters as she starts walking toward Athala, "No, I don't...! And you don't have to say that so loud...!"

Once Adalia enters the mansion, time fast-forwards to the point after all of them arrived at the Royal Council's Throne Room. It's then noted that, unlike its usual appearance in the future, the room contains a prestigious, decorative, rectangular table stretching up to the three thrones, which could easily fit a party of twenty, as a tremendous feast had been waiting for them. This was the Royal Council's first step in displaying good faith and proper hospitality to their guests while believing it'd be best to eat there instead of the dinning room, so that once everyone was done, they can jump right into talking over the Treaty. Not one to turn down such a delicious offering, Izachi didn't waste a single moment in accepting the food and commences scarfing it down with impeccable speed as he's seated at the table's southern end due to the Royal Council being stationed opposite to him while having Miro directly in his field of vision.

Sorah's obviously sitting next to her husband, his left to be precise, as she calmly eats her small portion of food with an open seat on Izachi's right.

Simultaneously, Athala sits beside Ester since he's currently positioned on Miro's right, the two of them contentedly chatting like they haven't seen each other in an extended period, while Adalia's sitting next to her mother's opposing side. In addition, on Adalia's own right, her Uncle Dexter resides as he's playfully making fun of her neglect of his presence earlier with his mouth quite full of food while the pale-skinned Spellcaster named Melvin eating the same way Izachi is, almost to the level of them seemingly competing to establish who can consume faster and more.

On Miro's left, Slate watches the eating spectacle with disbelief while eventually losing his appetite, mainly because of how uncouth Melvin's eating is specifically, plants his right atop his mouth and is on the verge of puking as he thinks, "I knew I should have skipped breakfast!"

Kelirk, the red-headed Spellcaster, notices Slate's precarious circumstance and becomes very wary about what may occur soon as he steadily pulls away due to him being near the brown-eyed councilman.

Hance, Spellcaster with the shiny bald head, glances at Kelirk while having both arms crossed since he only ate a little and comments in his monotone voice, "You will be needing a bath afterwards, I presume."

Kelirk snaps his gaze to the left to glare at Hance with an upset behavior emitting as he maintains himself leaning backwards to avoid Slate's possible eruption. "That's not funny!"

The pinkish/blue-haired young man, who's sitting towards Hance's left, throws his head back while dropping the eating utensil in his left hand on the food-endowed, silver plate and begins laughing uncontrollably with his eyes shut. "Yes, it is! It's nothing less than funny!"

Kelirk promptly spins himself around in his seat to focus on the partially-muscular Caucasian, despite his elderly age not restraining his movements at all, with rage added. "No, it isn't, Garland! It's the farthest thing from funny!"

The beige-haired man with silver eyes firmly remarks in a tone that isn't much greater than Hance, however, at least demonstrates some vague emotion during his effort of not laughing due to finding Kelirk's anger remedial while slightly bent forward, "Whether it's funny or not probably won't change that it's going to happen." He lackadaisically points his left index finger at Slate.

Confusion briefly plagues Kelirk and barely asks, "Bin...?" The red-head suddenly understands what his companion's talking about while frantically diverting his concentration towards Slate with widen eyes, and at that exact moment, receives a sizable quantity of vomit on his right lap since there was too much for his hand to restrain.

Disgust rapidly overtakes the three dame's present as a handful of the guys couldn't help find humor in what just transpired with Miro horrified by the sight, Kelirk greatly stunned and Melvin watching on without realizing that he's responsible while containing food scattered along his face. Among those witnessing the calamity, Hance does a swift double-take between Kelirk's face and lap with no real concern while stating in a smart-ass way, although the tone he used wouldn't fit under any possible circumstance, "And that is why you should never have Melvin over for lunch."

Concurrently, Izachi continues eating as he retains his quick pace with his eyes set on the food before him and mumbles without any signs of disturbance on his character, "Fun fact. He could've left the room and dodge this whole incident." He joyfully chuckles while shrugging. "Oh, well..."

Considering what happened, Adalia took the liberty to excuse herself so she can exit both the Throne Room and mansion. After doing that, the brown-haired girl decided to take a stroll somewhere because of needing to clear her head a bit. This trip stops once Adalia reaches a beautiful, uninhabited garden that extends about thirty-five meters around with a big apple tree stationed near the back. She then slowly progresses through the garden prior to arriving at the tree, rests her back against its trunk as she resumes her mental contemplation via her head lowered, places both hands behind herself while examining the grass below her feet and lets out a sad sigh. "I don't get what's going on." Adalia instantaneously recalls a few of the moments she was watching Izachi until totally immersing herself in the memory where everything felt like it had halted as she worryingly thinks, "What I'm feeling can't be real. It JUST can't."

Unexpectedly, Izachi stands in front of Adalia with both hands intertwined behind his own back and teases the blue-eyed teen by whispering into her right ear, "What can't be real?"

Adalia hastily brings her attention upward to make eye contact, thanks to Izachi creating a tiny bit of separation when she did that, with surprise overrunning her being as she yells out in dismay while faintly stuttering, "Y-You!"

Izachi plays dumb and innocently slants his head to the right. "Me? So I'm not real?"

Adalia shakes her head with panic brimming. "No, that's not what I meant!" She takes a deep breath to relax and says in a stern voice, "I was merely alarmed by your abrupt appearance."

Izachi gently laughs after straightening his head while stepping backwards a tad to give Adalia even more space. "I get that a lot."

Mild nervousness surfaces as Adalia remains against the apple tree with a hint of suspicion included. "By the way, where did you come from? There's no one here right now and I didn't feel your magic until you finished speaking." Realization sets on Adalia with her eyes slightly widening and hurriedly leans towards Izachi without removing her back from the tree's trunk. "And you read my mind, didn't you?!"

Izachi deviates his gaze to look upward with an amused grin. "Well, for your first question, I used the Teleportation Spell." The emerald-eyed Caucasian draws his focus back to Adalia. "It allows me to go wherever I desire as long as I know where it is." Izachi promptly murmurs to himself, "Which I plainly know this place's location thanks to a certain capability of mine always listening to everything."

Unable to hear that last part, Adalia narrows her eyes while giving Izachi a discriminating glare. "I know. I can use that spell too." The brown-haired female steers her vision away from Izachi and thinks, "I'm not stupid."

Izachi replies to Adalia's mental complaint with sincerity brimming. "Of course you aren't! Even without hearing your thoughts, I could figure that out in a split second just by looking at you! You're nowhere remotely near that category!"

Adalia lightly blushes, a good sum of shock notable on her person, and then keys on a specific part of Izachi's statement before swiftly resting her sight upon him with urgency taking over while still leaning forward. "So you ARE the Einsburn who can read minds!"

Izachi scratches his right cheek with his right hand's index finger as he peers to the left and nonchalantly rebuttals. "Technically." He then returns his concentration onto Adalia while joining his hand back with the other that remains behind him. "Anyway, you still need to explain what can't be real." Izachi slyly smirks.

Adalia drops her back against the tree again, embarrassment overcoming the fairly busty girl, and retorts in a defensive tone. "I shouldn't have to tell you! My thoughts are my own! Intruding into them isn't right and you should be ashamed!"

Izachi sharply nods with an apologetic expression. "Definitely!" The blonde bows at Adalia while tightly closing his eyes. "I'm beyond sorry! Please, forgive me!"

Adalia's rendered speechless for several seconds as she gawks at Izachi until managing to find the strength to utter with uncertainty, "You're... Forgiven?"

Izachi immediately stands upright with his eyes locked onto Adalia's and cheerfully declares, "Sweet!" His personality then changes without warning while speaking in a curious manner. "Can we sit? It'll be much more comfortable that way."

Adalia becomes very confused due to not fully understanding Izachi's words. "More comfortable for what?"

Izachi wholeheartedly answers after shutting his eyes once more. "For us to get to know each other the normal way, a.k.a. talking! You don't like that I hear your thoughts, so this is the next best thing!"

Adalia takes a moment to contemplate Izachi's inquiry while staring down at the floor with her feet shuffling a little out of nervousness. Following that, the teenager reverts her attention towards Izachi and reluctantly nods with a kind grin. "I can't imagine why not."

Izachi opens his eyes with extraordinary gratitude overflowing. "Thanks! You won't regret it!" He rushes to Adalia's left and sits down with his right leg crossed beneath the left leg that's poised to have its knee at the same height as the blonde's torso while mounting his left arm on the limb.

Adalia sits beside Izachi while having her legs stretched forward to avoid anyone seeing her undergarment and plants both hands on her lap as she looks at the green-eyed gentleman. "Just wondering, shouldn't you go back soon to discuss the Treaty with the Royal Council?"

Izachi waves off Adalia's question via his right hand and watches the brown-haired beauty out of the corner of his eyes. "Sorah can handle that. You're dad and I already agreed to be friends, so there's not much left to it." The blonde-haired adult puts his hand down next to him as he shifts his gaze upward to watch the tree's apples. "I would've gotten bored there anyway, considering how much Lord Miro had to say. Lucky for me, Lord Slate couldn't stomach Melvin's eating." Izachi chuckles with a content smile forming. "Ironically enough, it gave me the perfect opportunity."

Adalia can't hold back her curiosity and blandly asks, "Really? And what was that opportunity you were hoping for?"

Izachi responds bluntly without a single ounce of hesitation radiating. "Getting to talk to you like this. Just the two of us with no one else around. Thank you for creating the opening by leaving." His eyes resonate complete honesty prior to tilting his head to the left and lies it on his left arm.

Adalia's immensely dumbfounded as she thinks with astonishing concern, "What's he saying?! He's married, so why is he saying that to me?!"

Izachi leisurely replies to Adalia's distress while keeping his position the same. "I get that what I just said is bothering you a lot, but let me tell you something in my defense. Oh, and don't bite my head off for listening in. I have zero control of what I hear. Tuning thoughts out is naturally impossible for me." The hoodie-wearing Spellcaster glances upward. "Though there's a loop-hole to that, but it's something I'm still working the bugs out."

Adalia gulps with a moderately disgruntled demeanor. "Ummm... Sure, tell me."

Izachi resets his focus on Adalia and commences his explanation. "My marriage with Sorah was arranged when we both were in our teens. It's a part of the Einsburn Family's tradition and Sorah, being of the right age, was the best choice. Aside from not only being my wife, she's also my cousin." He lazily shrugs. "That's how things are in my family. This obviously had to happen since the child who can hear thoughts would be the family's head without question and needs to start creating the next successor, who'll have the same gift, just in case."

Adalia's profoundly perplexed by what she recently heard with her eyes glued on Izachi. "Whoa... That's..."

Izachi weakly chuckles while shifting his gaze away from Adalia to stare at the garden in front of him. "Yup, and the worst part, both of us made a son together right after getting married. Now, I'm not saying that because I didn't want a son. I'm saying that because Sorah and I... Didn't love each other when we did it. We solely did it for our family's sake." The blonde releases a fake laugh. "We're not even in love at this moment... And I'm not sure we'll ever be."

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...