Chapter 20: The bitch

After putting a stop to his thoughts of killing the winged creature, then giving it a name, the rest of the flight was surprisingly less boring for Damon.

Not before he blackmailed Bubbles to stop speaking like a third rate young master from a third rate cultivation novel of course.

Dawn was already approaching by the time they reached the gulf of Astral mystic island.

Awe clouded Damon’s countenance as he watched the scenery from his room.

“Hey Bubbles, are you seeing this?” Damon asked the winged cat perched on his shoulder.

“If you’re talking about this paradise then yeah, I’m seeing it.” Bubbles muttered– eyes widened.

Before Damon’s eyes, was a beautiful– no beautiful would be putting it lightly, exotic would be the right fit. Spread across the gulf was an exotic over- water city.

At first glance, the city looked impossibly serene, especially when the sun hadn’t fully risen. It looked like it came straight out of a story book.

When the airship finally touched ground, Damon looked at Bubbles who was still looking out the window in awe.

“Hey I never got to ask, are you male or female?” he asked analyzing the cat, or whatever species it was supposed to be.

Bubbles paused, genuinely confused for a moment.

“What do you think? it said after a moment of thought.

Damon hesitated.

“What do you mean by what do I think? how am I supposed to know your gender?”

Bubbles meanwhile continued.

“If I go with your memories, I think I’m male.”

“You think? How the hell do you not know your own gender?” Damon muttered in disbelief.

“And how the hell do you expect a newborn to know it’s own gender?” Bubbles retorted. “If anything, blame yourself for not being knowledgeable enough.”

Damon scowled.

“Alright little shit, get in your tattoo form, you can do that right?” he asked while silently hoping it could do that just like any other familiar.

He didn’t want to go out with Bubbles in tow. Being seen with a familiar would draw unnecessary attention to him. Especially when Mark Mywords was a nobody.

Of course he was going to shed his disguise, but that will be three days later, the day for the entrance exam.

“What’d you think I’m useless?” Bubbles scoffed.

In the next instant, he turned into a blur and disappeared into Damon’s right shoulder.

Damon unbuttoned his matte black shirt, and rolled it down to his shoulders where a cerulean tattoo of a winged cat had appeared.

“Guess you’re not so useless after all.” he muttered.

’At least I’m not stupid.’ a sing song voice rang in his head.

’This little shit.’ Damon cursed inwardly.

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***Damon’s POV***

After I stepped of the airship, the first thing I did, was to look for a place to crash for the next two days, which was honestly just as hard as I expected.

After all, this over- water city, was on the gulf of Astral mystic island, where the Astral Mystic Institute was situated. In fact it can be said that the entire island itself was the institute.

And since the Astral Mystic Institute was holding it’s entrance exam come three days, of course the city would be over filled to the brim with young aspirants from all over the human domain.

Hell even the airspace was filled with over a hundred airships.

It took a while, but I eventually managed to secure an abode cost as it may be, for 3 gold knotts a day.

After that was done and dusted, I decided to roam around the city a bit. After all it wasn’t everyday that a bum from earth finds himself in an exotic manmade city that floated on water.

But I very quickly soon got bored. Everywhere I went, all that was talked about was the institute. Even when I ignored people, they’d ask me stupid questions like,

“Are you also here for the entrance exam?”

Like what would a guy my age come here to do at this point in time?!

But then again, there were some people who came to get kicks out of watching aspirants who failed the entrance exam kicked out.

But even then, do I look like those types of people? Surely not.

’Booooring.’ Bubbles’ voice rang in his head, and for the first time, I agreed with him.

“Tell me about it.” I muttered.

’Hey I have an idea, how about i go play some pranks on these idiots asking us dumb questions.’ He suggested.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I exclaimed, making people around turn to look at the idiot talking to himself.

’You wanna get us killed?!’ I chided.

Any one of ’these idiots’ that Bubbles was talking about were way older than me, which most likely meant they were more than a major rank higher than I was, and almost all of them would definitely be able to fold me easily depending on what their ability or abilities were.

’Pussy.’ the little shit taunted.

’It’s called being sensible. If you want to go wild, you can do that after we get into the institute, in fact I have a certain candidate for you to test your abilities on.’

Bubbles’ mood soured.

’That bitch?’ he asked as if reading my mind.

’Yes that bitch.’ I replied.

The bitch in question was my ex fiancee.

Elsa Whitemore. The 1st heroine in Shadows Of Ascension.

Also the root cause of me getting exiled.

After seeing that I had no potential whatsoever, my unsightly father decided to marry me off to the heir of a 3rd tier House as if I was a fuckin’ princess.

House Darkfell was a royal family, a 1st tier House, so when House Whitemore was approached with the proposal, they readily accepted. After all, marriage was the strongest type of connection.

And it wasn’t like their heir was some kind of prodigy. Her unique physique was at the Gamma rank, which mirrored her potential.

When news spread that the infamous uncouth prince of the royal family was about to be engaged, and would soon leave for the Whitemore territory, most commoners in the Darkfell capital erupted with joy as if they were being freed from a tyrant.

Soon the engagement day came. The day I was going to meet my supposed fiancee for the first time. Though, I had seen multiple pictures of her.

When we finally met, she showed no particular hostility or dislike about the whole engagement thing.

Unlike I who blatantly showed that I hated the fact that I was being married off like a fuckin’ princess, and hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything about it more. Then drank through the whole duration of the banquet.

Unknown best to anyone, she had come with her own plans.

After the end of the event, when we were given more time to talk with each other, the bitch then told me that she had a way to break the engagement, and that if I was interested, I should come meet her at midnight.

Of course just the word midnight should have sounded sus to me. But by then I had already drunk my brains out, so I agreed without hesitation.

When the clock struck midnight, I groggily left my room, still under the effect of the booze I had consumed like water. I made my way to the guest quarters.

Next thing I know, bam. I was accused of trying to rape my fiance’s maid under drunken effects on my own engagement day.

I tried to explain that I even didn’t know how that even happened, but no one believed me. Hell even I wouldn’t believe myself, after all I had quite the bad reputation. And so, I was exiled, not because of the rape attempt or anything, but because I had fell the face of House Darkfell before the important figures of the entire Vorde continent.

Even now when I though of that night, only blurry visions came up in my mind, and that too, with too much gaps.

Even though I had my suspicions, I was now certain it was the bitch. After all in her backstory, it was well written how she did all that.

The plan was to use me to break the engagement without bringing any harm to her own image, or that of House Whitemore, which was why she used a maid.

The moment I reached the guest quaters, I was’supposedly’ knocked out. Then the bitch and her maid carried my body inside. After that, the maid tore her garbs in different places, then the bitch began beating my ass.

Of course both the bitch and her bitch maid are going to die in my hands sooner or later. But for the time being, I have bigger things to worry about.

’Haha, the bitch beat the living daylights out of you in process of ’defending’ her maid.’ Bubbles’ gleeful laughter rang in my head.

“It doesn’t matter.” I muttered. “After all with what I’m planning for the bitch, my case would look like child’s play.”

’Still doesn’t change the fact that she gave you an ass whooping.’ he giggled.

“This little shit…” I cursed under my breath.

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ALRIGHT EVERYONE, THIS IS THE Chapter FOR TODAY. HAVE A GOOD DAY, OR RATHER HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.

HERE’S A PUZZLE THOUGH; IS DAMON AN EDITOR WHO GOT TRANSMIGRATED INTO A NOVEL?

OR IS HE A PRINCE WHO GOT THE MEMORIES OF AN EDITOR FROM ANOTHER WORLD?

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