Chapter 66: Unclouded.

Aboard the Limousine on the way back to Risteth's Prison, I observed the spherical object that Julietta gave me.

The Pearl game of Truth, or we refer to it in this manner as we don't know the real name.

{I should ask what is it and how it works to the Owner of Kinksters, and incidentally learn the name of this woman}

When Julietta approached, was so serious about this decision that I believe she is absolutely in love with the Baby Brother.

{Are all relationships like this?, It felt like a sacrifice from Julietta rather than a step up in their bond; I like how Itzxuria and Kim are with me, but I don't want them to "Not be themselves" just to please me}

I sigh, the last days had been a savage whirlwind of emotions, and my attitude of taking one step at a time with my head held high as if nothing bothers me is being somewhat insufficient for my new lifestyle.

{How to know if there is no turning back from these changes?, Or if accepting them ends up altering me too?!, I already are quite prone to interact physically with women, wanting more after each occasion, when I firstly label this behavior as a waste of time, resources and literally a useless practice, at least until being fertile}

"—What is clouding your thoughts so much Drïekvïer, you look troubled?"; Asks Risteth with amusement, as ahe gets closer to me, tenderly passing her fingers against my nape, bringing me closer to her body, resting my head on her soft fleshy thighs of her feminine lap while her abundant breasts obstruct the crossing of our gazes.

—A bit of everything; It felt as if my previous life has never occurred… , An Orphan with a Large Family; A Lone Wolf or "Omega", surrounded by Potential Mares treating me as an "Alpha"; *Sigh*, then a Soldier, without Nation, roots or a clear path since… , "Never"…

"—Did you have a different goal?"; I nod, as Risteth lovingly ruffles my hair, brushing me with her nails using a constant pace that is pleasant and relaxing.

—I wanted to exterminate all the Farioth in Clarattoia, at least before learning about Aiottaralc has its own problem with them too.

She giggles, keeping her left hand on my hair while her right runs in circles over my torso, going downwards with each passing motion of her teasing "—I don't know a single person who speak about the Farioth like you do Drïekvïer; Why do you think of them as a minor inconvenience?".

—Is what they are, or become… , Years ago, I was behind enemy lines in the freezing lands of the Northern Front.

Risteth stops her caresses and pays to me her uttermost attention "—Alone, hungry, lost, wounded, tired, unable to take a piss without my urine turning into ice even with the Fake Epidermis Suit, and, my body was affected by the Gasified Bioweapon of the Farioth, sending me into a step beyond of what a Kiltering State does to anybody, bloodshot unwavering brutality drived by the most basic and primal instincts"…

—Did you "Hurt" an ally?.

I shake my head "—No Risteth, whatever is my Ascension Animal Affection, allowed me to canalize the impulsive frenzy of aggression towards those responsibles of causing it, the Farioth".

"—How?!"; Incomprehension lingering in her curious yet inquisitive tone "—I can see them as Magenta silhouettes even in that primitive slumber".

—That is interesting; What happen next in that story of yours Drïekvïer?.

—I got ambushed by six Lyg'Æythûz Farioth, and their entire armies…

Disbelief is evident on Risteth's eyes, yet, she remains silent and hears me out.

—I recall waking up from that drugged state in the middle of a fight, immediately thinking that I was in my last stand, and if that was all from my career, at least I would take down with me as much enemies as I could in this final stage…

{What a naive thought, but not for how little I could do, If not for my obliviousness about my own prowess}

—So I fought back and kill the Farioth that were nearer to me, about 80,000 Elite Troops, my opponents undoubtedly were seasoned warriors with the best equipment I have encounter, outmatching what The Kcrwlmndth Federation was capable by the time…

{Not like my weapons or armor helped me to deal with my predicament}

—And in one moment during my resilient standstill, I stopped having the uncertainty about dying in my next attack if I was not careful enough, ceasing any defensive attempt or strategy, steamrolling over the Farioth like disorganized rookies in training facing a Veteran to learn they don't know a damn silver about anything…

{Not my case, but who cares about that?}

—That was a game changer for me, opening up my possibilities like never before, but equally, other facets were permanently sealed.

Puzzled on how to say it, I just let the words flow from my mouth "—I can't sense danger anymore, unless I am sure of it; Is not a problem working alone; But, in order to progress I have to interact with others, and I am completely Blind about most of their necessities"…

{Amber petition to me during our first skirmish with the Gnardimgard and the Wolvclaween in the Combat Station environment could have ended pretty bad for her and Éxzedrya if I wasn't there}

"—There is no right option Drïekvïer"; Assures me Risteth, resuming the brushing of my maroon hair "—Failure and Regret are a fundamental part of everyone's growth, once you are Old or Knowledgeable enough, you would only see bad decisions across your life, But is precisely due to this events, that you are forged in what you currently are".

{Does this means that I feel insecure because now I would be aware that losing someone will remain in my memory, and will not just be a blurry story that I cannot remember entirely?}

—Is too much responsibility Risteth.

—Everything that is valuable, usually demands sacrifices and diligence Drïekvïer; But is only until you suffer a lost that most people can comprehend this, you on the other hand, have other type of absence, which is why you acknowledge this dire truth before the calamity strikes…

Risteth clears her throat "—So you can prepare for it, prevention is never wrong; Now, don't leave me with the doubt; Did you hold off your ground against the odds until reinforcements arrived to your position?".

{I think she doesn't know what is the meaning of "Steamrolling"}

—No Risteth, I kill all of them and go back to safety on my own; When Forlán comment about those Two Lyg'Æythûz we killed, I already had eliminated about fifteen Lyg'Æythûz or so without counting the initial six…

She is speechless, and I have no intention of occulting what I am, kind of like what Itzxuria has in mind for me learning everything about her.

—I mean, My Title is "The Worst Nightmare Of The Farioth", they fear me so much, that most Stalkers nowadays avoid the area of my deployment, and I don't recall the last time a Dream Walker had the galls or the stupidity of try and tamper with anyone's mind.

—You are incredible Drïekvïer…

—Thanks for the compliment Risteth; I may not have the Leadership of Carmorac or the Charisma and easy going attitude of the Rich Man; Yet, my combat adaptability is unparallel.

—And you are struggling with what to do next because you don't like to order others and decide one over another?.

—Something from those lines Risteth, My previous goal was guiding me, and right now, I am not ready to purposely severe any ties with anyone or command them; I would forget everyone eventually, but I do not have control over this part of my own self, and when it happens, I do not care because how can anything be of importance if you are unaware of the fact to begin with…

—You are beating around the bush Drïekvïer, those who are destined to be with you will run besides or closely behind you; They will never need you to carry or drag them; Is a harsh lesson you must also learn and embrace, "Helping" can be counterproductive or cause more harm under certain conditions; And just because they are not physically around you, doesn't mean they are not by your side; Your Friend Carmorac is a clear example of this…

—Thanks Risteth, you are an amazing woman.

—Of course I am, the "Man" who made me like this deserves my best too; Would you pass the night with…

The Limousine abruptly stops, and the massive breasts of Risteth compress my face.

{What a warm sensation, kind and safe, is this what we Men love Breast so much?, Or is a biased thought due to de flavor of the female nipples and her soft palpable flesh}

"—Why did you stop?!"; I don't hear any answer, as the Muscular Driver doesn't have a mouth, yet, Risteth is more calmed, hinting me to leave the vehicle with her.