Chapter 23: The Dragon’s seat
"You wouldn’t know though," Ragna said with a shrug and a little laugh.
Vacuse’s smile twitched and his hand raised almost consciously before his brain caught up. ’...calm down Vacuse! You can’t just keep punching everyone...’ he thought furiously to himself.
Before he could do anything more, Ragna opened the door even wider. "Come inside... I don’t know which you are! You red eyes people are a lot!"
Vacuse entered the richly furnished carriage. He sat down across from Lord Ragna and shrugged. "Even I didn’t know how many of us are there."
"What a peculiar family," Ragna said. His eyes didn’t leave Vacuse. "You said you were ambushed by some bandits? But this forest has been relatively free of their kind for a while now. Are you sure of your claims?"
The Captain of the Bone Riders, and Ragna’s personal guard, climbed into the carriage and closed the door. His eyes immediately locked on Vacuse and didn’t leave him as the carriage began to move.
"Of course. After all, I’m sure with your sense of smell you should be able to tell the blood from my wounds."
Valka replied coldly. "Lord Ragna, he is indeed wounded. He smells like blood but also of smoke and ashes, a combination that’s common with explosives. Also, he’s not wounded enough for someone ambushed by bandits."
Ragna nodded and played with his chin, a slight frown on his face. "You are right. So tell me, son of Vorrakyn, how did you escape? You are not even a Soulbearer yet you escaped barely unscathed."
Vacuse shrugged. He had no intention of explaining himself to those two. Instead, he bluntly replied, "This is Vorrakyn family’s business. There will be no outside interference."
Lord Ragna leaned back in his seat and waved his hand. "Eh, so what? Do you represent the Vorrakyn family? After all, the family has a lot of heirs, and since the death of Zephyr, it’s open to anyone."