Chapter 19: Foxy
"Are you sure you sensed it, sir?" Ahara's muffled voice came from the waiting room.
"Positive. It might not be enough for him to have a rank yet, but the boy sure has aura flowing in his body now," Twiller responded with as much secrecy.
Damien stopped in his tracks once he heard their conversation.
'They're talking about me,' he noted, standing upright whilst gluing himself to the wall, ears pointed at the open door.
A muffled groan that could only have been Ahara escaped from the room. "But if he has aura flowing in his body now, doesn't that mean the council'll keep a close eye on him since he can't return to the human world?"
"No. I think I intimidated them enough to let them know what kind of decision is more favorable for everyone."
"But you're not the Numen, Professor. Having aura equal to the rank doesn't mean you hold the position unless you agree to it, you know?" Ahara sighed.
The old man let out a rather icy chuckle that sent a chill down Damien's skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. "Still, it's enough to declare war or to convince the council to change some decisions, isn't it?"
'So aura works here like money does in the human world?' Damien wondered, glancing around the empty corridor.
"Though I must say, the boy surprised me. All I did was release the pressure in his pulse points, and that was enough to make his aura awaken?" Twiller continued.
"Maybe it's the medicine Sandbloom gave him? Or the lotion?" Ahara replied, her voice sounding unsure of what she was speculating.