Chapter 292: Fine Like Wine. (Part 1)
Pristine giggles at Darcia’s question, but the Dragoness is not pleased with the delay on the answer, snapping her fingers to demand a prompt response.
Stopping her playfulness, Pristine looks a bit tense, hinting with her body language that she is aware of how lethal is the current Headmistress of Tiaone.
"I have my reasons... , Is that good enough to satiate your curiosity?".
"In other circumstances, it would have been more than enough, or utterly unnecessary, but that is not the case right now".
{Did something happened herr when we were out?... , No, It must be related to Darcia’s previous comment, she asked me if I had purposely deviated to fuck Pristine, and while it is true that I intervene to hinder the original route we should had take... , Our final destination was technically an accident...}
{Although I had my suspicions before, now is more clear, someone or something has sufficient knowledge and experience with the Timeline Iterations, to forsee the upcoming events and deviate them in their favor...}
Darcia keeps staring at Pristine, the latter can sense the scrutinizing piercing glare, having a shiver, even if she is blind and doesn’t have the need to match the Dragoness’s gaze "I am asking, because the invitations I have sent to you have been rejected on countless occasions, and leaving your precious City to be part of Tiaone’s personnel, is quite strange, for say the least... , Don’t you think the same Khallyon?".
"Darcia, I respect you a lot"; Flatly says the Rogue Cadet, hardening his expression as he deepens his voice "But never try to make me pick a side, because, My Side, is always going to be the Answer".
"Hahaha, Oh!, Khallyon!, I wasn’t talking about that, I simply asked if you didn’t find weird the apparition of the Storm".