Death... and me

2949  Suit Yourself

All the formations on the platforms immediately teleported any challenger inside. Those who had the tags up to this point were now considered their owners and would be able to use them to ask for one wish from the queen.

"Well done, everyone!" Amelia appeared at the border on the top of the palace and congratulated the winners. "I will now receive you in the throne room. Although the reward is to have a wish realized, there is only so much I can do, so be mindful of your request. If you ask for something like world domination, then sorry, I can't help you."

"For those who couldn't make it, there is always the nest festival," she continued. "It was very entertaining seeing all the battles outside and the tests inside the platforms. Make sure to tend to your injuries and enjoy the rest of the festival. Tomorrow, the Royal Auction will start. Even if you don't intend to buy anything, it is always worth checking it out. It will be transmitted over the Rusbav Country Network. Now then, let's go back."

Amelia then retreated, followed by the various experts of the fourteen regions. A moment later, several Royal Palace cultivators came to Rean, Roan, and the other winners on their platforms. They were there to guide everyone to the throne room.

The twins entered through the front door of the palace with the others. Of course, most of the eyes landed on Rean. He was basically the only one who selected combat from the start and still held to the end. In a world of cultivators, strength was king, and he definitely showed he had it. Rean didn't care too much about the eyes, though. Compared to the pressure of the war for Lisan Universe's Chaos Origin Source, this was nothing. Instead, he and Roan turned their attention to the girl, who also managed to hold her platform until the very end.

"Hello, friend, I'm Asterix." Rean, as always, was the one to do the talk. "Seems like we are in the same boat. The three of us held our platforms, after all. How may I address you?"

The woman looked at Rean with a disinterested expression. "There is no need for any of that. Everyone here thinks I shouldn't have won this prize, so you can speak your mind as well. No one cares about history anyway."

Rean was taken aback for a moment. "No one cares about history? What kind of bullshit is that?"

The woman's interest was finally picked, although she doubted Rean truly thought like that. "Oh?! What makes you think like that?"

Rean smiled. "When I studied history, my teacher loved this catchphrase: 'We need to know the past to understand the future.' I will never forget those words."

This time, the woman was surprised. "Know the past to understand the future..." She couldn't help but smile a little. "That's indeed a very good phrase. If possible, let me meet your teacher in the future." She then turned to Rean and extended her hand. "I'm Foliana Nasfivil. Nice to meet you."

Rean accepted the gesture and shook hands with the woman. "It's my pleasure."

It's too bad Rean couldn't bring her to his teacher. Rean was obviously thinking about his first life on Earth. His history teacher loved those words, and the guy had already died thousands of years ago.

"Lady Foliana," Rean continued, "I also came to you because I have a few questions about our Universe. Would you mind answering them later when we get some free time? Of course, information is power, so I will definitely compensate you for your knowledge."

Foliana thought for a moment and shook her head. "I will take your teacher's words as my own catchphrase from now on as payment. How does that sound?"

Rean's eyes opened wide before he laughed out loud. "Hahaha! By all means, go ahead. If anything, I believe my teacher would be very happy to hear that, and he wouldn't charge you a single Spiritual Stone. So, might we meet later?"

Foliana nodded. "I'm staying in the Totte Hotel, meet me in the lounge tomorrow midday. How does that sound?"

"I'll make sure to be there." Rean quickly agreed. The Auction would start tomorrow, but it was during night time, so he had nothing else to do anyway.

Many disciples from the various powers were invited to the throne room together with the leaders of the fourteen regions. The place was fully packed with cultivators all around. Only the main path was open, which led to the throne at the back, where Amelia waited.

Rean then noticed Tomoe with the people of the World Splitting Sect, who seemed to be completely focused on him. He couldn't help but find it funny how she was so straight with her feelings. He spread his Spiritual Sense, sending her a Spiritual Sense Message. 'Kid, you are nice, but I'm not the person you are looking for. If you wish to find someone, just look around you. There are plenty of Sword Fanatics in your sect. Give them a chance.'

Tomoe shook her head slightly. 'Only one single sword fanatic is enough, and that is me. You are different. You are an unbelievable swordsman and know how to respect others. However, you are definitely not a fanatic for swords like we are. And yet, you are stronger than any of us with it. I've already made up my mind. I want you.'

Rean shrugged. 'Didn't your friends tell you my words after you left the platform?'

'That you are married?' Tomoe asked back. 'I don't care. All I have to do is to prove that I'm the best choice.'

'Is that so?' Rean asked back. 'Look at me. Don't you feel it is strange for you to come after someone as young as me?'

'Young?' Tomoe mentally snorted. 'Hum... you certainly look very young. Still, your mind is very different. You don't give me the feeling of someone young. In any case, I won't give up. You are mine.'

Rean gave up. After the auction, his appearance would return to normal, and he would never assume this identity again, so it didn't matter what she wanted. 'Suit yourself.'

And as always, any Golden Tickets and Stones are welcome. ;)