Aether Chronicles: Birth Of A Legend-Chapter 106: She Knows What She’s Doing!

Raegar laughed when hearing her and summoned one of his daggers with a ching, lighting it up with eight types of Aether as he replied. ''We shall see what fate has in store for me, but you'll be there.''

He watched the cat woman beam as she suddenly kissed him again, which sent a shock through his entire being. Once they separated, she spoke with a smile. ''We better get ready for the wedding, young master, even though I'd love to cuddle you all day.''

''Alright then,'' he said with a chuckle and stumbled toward the bathroom. ''I'll go take a bath. I feel lightheaded, and my stomach is churning, hopefully, I'll feel better after.''

Yuki let out a soft giggle as she rose to her feet. ''Alright, young master. I'll get your clothes ready and join you in the room soon.''

After that, Raegar stumbled into the bathroom, his legs wobbly beneath him as he turned on the tap, letting the sound of rushing water fill the air. He took off his clothes with clumsy hands, shaking his head as if to clear the fog of exhaustion or drink, or both.

Slipping into the steaming bath, he sank into the heat with a quiet groan, resting back against the edge and letting his eyes drift shut, the warmth seeping into his weary bones. ''This feels good,'' he muttered as the hangover plagued him.

Raegar channeled his Aether through his body as he tried to get rid of the hangover. But the effort yielded nothing, and with a small shrug, he let it go, focusing instead on washing himself.

Ten minutes later, Yuki slipped into the room, wearing only a towel that hugged her. His gaze instinctively traced her hourglass figure, lingering on the curves accentuated by the damp fabric.

The cat woman caught his stare and smirked, revealing. ''You can look, young master, but no touching, not until you come of age. I gave your mother my word we wouldn't cross that line.''

''That's understandable,'' Raegar replied, a warm smile tugging at his lips. ''I'll respect your wishes, no touching.''

Yuki purred softly in approval, nodding as she stepped toward the water. She slipped into the bath, the rising steam curling around her and obscuring his view as she let the towel fall away, leaving only the faint outline of her form in the haze.

'Fuck! She knows what she's doing!' he thought while controlling the urge that was building within him.

After that, Raegar kept washing, the sound of water sloshing gently around him, until he felt Yuki's hands glide onto his back, her touch light but deliberate. Her lips grazed his ear as she whispered.

''Let me wash your back, young master,'' her voice a soft, warm murmur that sent a shiver racing down his spine.

He nodded, a little too quickly, his breath hitching as she worked. Some time later, he stepped out of the bathroom thanks to the cat woman's non-stop teasing. 'When did she became like this!' he thought.

Raegar started getting ready, as a black shirt and pants were on the bed. The clothes reminded him of the ones nobles wear in the novels he read back on Earth. ''Let's get this over with.''

He put on the clothes while mumbling to himself. ''The academy test is next week. It should take me a few days of traveling using Enhancement to get there,'' he mumbled with a smile.

Following that, he finished getting ready just as Yuki stepped out with her wild pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. She started getting ready for the wedding and asked in a concerned tone. ''How do you feel, young master? The sake still affecting you?''

''Yes, but I'll feel better soon once I get some fresh air,'' he replied.

Moments later, Victoria and Lyra stepped into the room, and his mother gazed at him with narrowed eyes. ''Why would you get your sister drunk? She can't even talk! She's mumbling!'' she scolded.

He avoided her gaze while answering in an apologetic tone. ''Sorry, mother, we got carried away when she surprised me.''

''Sheee! I shaid we wash havin' fun!'' Lyra slurred with a giddy laugh, stumbling over to him with unsteady steps before throwing her arms around him in a tight, sloppy hug. ''I couldn't help it, Mother, my baby brother'sh back with ush, an' I'm jus' sho happy!''

Her words tumbled out in a joyful, drunken mess, her grin wide and unrestrained. Raegar's eyes widened in shock. ''She's still drunk!'' he said.

Victoria thrust an empty sake bottle into the air, her eyes flashing with disapproval as she spoke. ''I came back to the room and found her polishing this off. Raegar, she doesn't even drink! You need to be more responsible and quit touching this stuff. You're sixteen, for heaven's sake!''

''I'm sorry,'' he mumbled, his voice low, just as Isabella stepped into the room.

''What's going on here, Mother?'' the young woman asked, her brow furrowing until her gaze landed on Lyra, draped over him with a goofy, lopsided grin plastered across her face.

Raegar stiffened as Isabella's eyes narrowed, a flash of frustration tightening her features. ''Why is she drunk? Jasper's wedding is in an hour!'' she snapped.

Victoria opened her mouth to respond, but Isabella was already striding toward them. With a swift gesture, she cast a spell over the pair. A cool wave washed over him, sharpening his senses, as his sister blinked awake with a groggy, disoriented look.

Lyra's face went pale the instant she caught their elder sister's icy glare pinned on them. Raegar started to speak, but she whipped her head toward him, and the words died in his throat as her stern rebuke cut through the air.

''Don't do something so reckless again,'' she said, her gaze landing on him. ''And you, stop drinking. You're still a child, not an adult.''

Raegar bristled; he was just about to retort, but Lyra's quick hand on his arm held him back. He gave a reluctant nod, swallowing his defiance, just as Victoria interjected. ''Thank you, Bel, but next time, leave the scolding to me.''

''Sorry, mother, I just care about these idiots and don't want the other Vaelthornes to judge them,'' she replied with a small smile while leaving the room.

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After that, Victoria's gaze landed on Yuki, who stood in a blue dress that mirrored her eyes. A radiant smile spread across her face. ''My daughter! You look absolutely beautiful'' she exclaimed with pride.

Yuki's cheeks turned bright red at the compliment, a shy smile tugging at her lips, but before she could respond, Victoria seized her hand with a knowing expression while also grabbing Lyra, who let out a surprised yelp.

''Come, help me with this mess,'' she said, nodding toward Lyra. ''She needs to get ready, and I can do your hair while we're at it.''

''Oi!'' she interjected with a sloppy protest, her tone indignant yet playful. ''I was celebrating, Mother! Don't hold it against me!''

Laughter rippled through the room as the three women left, not before Yuki darted back to Raegar. She wrapped him in a quick, tight hug, her face lighting up with a wide, genuine smile.

''I'll see you soon, young master,'' she softly whispered. ''And that first kiss? It was worth the wait, handsome.''

With a flash of her gleaming blue eyes, she slipped away, departing alongside his mother and sister, who cast him sly, knowing glances. He lingered, watching them go. He went to seek out his brother, who was staying nearby.

As Raegar stepped from the room, he started walking down the corridors that were busy with the sounds of maids rushing around and other staff preparing for the wedding. He didn't see anyone until he turned a corner and nearly collided with Elise, who was accompanied by Alisha and two older women, presumably their mothers.

'They are doubles,' he thought. 'Must be their mothers.'

The blonde, catching sight of him, broke into a warm smile and chirped. ''Morning, Raegar! Are you looking for Jasper?''

''Yes, is he in the room?'' he replied.

Alisha nodded, but changed the subject before introducing him to the two women. ''Raegar, I would like you to meet our mothers.''

The brown skinned woman pointed at the one who resembled her. ''This is Mary Sunfire, Duchess of the Southern Lands.''

''A pleasure to meet you, Duchess,'' he said in a respectful tone.

This made the older woman beam as she replied with a sparkle in her green eyes. ''Oh my, so polite. Especially from the Ghost of the South, I heard he is a brutal warrior that thrives in the blood os his enemies.''

Raegar's eyes widened in surprise, making Mary giggle. ''Yes, I know who you are, and so does my husband. We are grateful for your help, and if you ever find yourself in Dunmara City, my family will happily host you.''

''Thank you, Duchess. I may end up there during my time in the academy,'' he replied respectfully, which surprised the older woman as the young were known for not being polite.