Chapter 270: There He Is

Marcus POV

Marcus was currently trying his best to relax and enjoy the ride in the carriage.

However, it was becoming a much harder task than one would originally believe. Especially considering the person he had to share the carriage with.

“Why are you taking a carriage? Why not just teleport around from city to city?” Stella’s voice rang out.

He sighed and adjusted the brim of his hat to cover the rest of his face from her gaze, ignoring her.

“I mean it’s inefficient! Instead of wasting almost all of our time traveling from one place to another, we could be using that time to search through so many cities and towns. What are we going to find all the way out here?”

Most people would say that Stella was blessed with the voice of a goddess. But he would invite them to try saying that after staying within the same carriage as her for over a week. The woman didn’t stop talking. It didn’t matter if it was early in the morning or if he was trying to fall asleep, she didn’t stop yapping.

“Like I told you a thousand times, if you think there’s a better way to find the boy, you can go off on your own. Nobody is forcing you to follow me. I have other responsibilities other than finding the boy.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? You really are still trying to convince me that you are actually following a different person at the moment? Even I know that is a bald-faced lie,” she scoffed as she swung her legs from the bench.

“It’s not a lie. I am following a person of interest that has been quite an annoyance to House Violet and their dealings,” he said honestly, even opening up his aura to her so she could verify its veracity.

She still shook her head disbelievingly. “Whatever you say. I am still going to stay along for the ride.”

He shrugged at her. “Do what you wish.”

He was telling her the truth. He was after a man who he was led to believe was quite nearby. This person has been quite the thorn in the side of House Violet and removing this thorn would be a welcoming pleasure.

What he didn’t tell her, was that he was pretty certain that this person and the boy the two of them were looking for were connected somehow.

Although, he had a sneaking suspicion that she was already aware of this.

It was no secret that people of note knew of Marcus’s unusual ability to track things or people down. It is what made him such a valuable asset to House Violet. What most people didn’t know was that he had a very very rare affinity for Karma Magic.

He would be the first to admit that it wasn’t a very impressive or strong affinity, not even close to some of the legendary seers but it was just enough that he was able to predict where certain things were or what was going to happen.

In this case, he had felt a strong connection between the boy and the man House Violet wanted to take care of. It was the reason why he had not forced House Easten to give up the boy even though he had been pretty certain that they knew where Julius was or had some kind of relationship with the boy.

He had waited until the boy left on his own volition. It was simpler this way and avoided angering a powerful House such as House Easten. He knew better than most what kind of dangerous secrets laid beneath the Marquis House.

“Do you think we will come across any Null Fiends along our way?” Stella asked, suddenly.

“Huh?” He asked reflexively, immediately regretting it as he did.

“You know, Null Fiends. The big scary monsters that absorb mana? And the ones that are quite prominent in this region?”

“I know what Null Fiends are,” he said blankly.

“Well, you asked,” she pointed out.

“No, I was confused as to why you were even asking something like that,” he said exasperatedly.

“I was just curious,” she mused.

He only shook his head and used his lone arm to scratch the stubble that was poking his neck, ignoring the look she was giving him.

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He knew why she was looking at him. She was hoping that he would ask what she was curious about. But he wouldn’t ask. After all, he had already fallen for the trap several times during their trip.

“You’re not going to ask what I am curious about?” She finally stated.

“Why would I need to ask? You’re just going to tell me regardless,” he pointed out bluntly.

She pouted. “Yes, but a good conversationalist would ask what I am curious about.”

“I never said I was a good conversationalist.”