CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: SOUR, SPICY AND SWEET PART 1.

Going back to his Floor, N’Ïrk notices the presence of Foreman Æ’Vérrya, she is following him, and her intention seems evident, as she is using an invisibility skill.

"Dyll’Phá, go to purchase whatever you need". Commands N’Ïrk, giving twenty Silver Coins to the lady.

"Take Harvester Å’Vría with you, she is your new «Errand Girl». If she doesn’t carry on, every order, tell me. I will discipline her on behalf of her Family".

Dyll’Phá complies, leaving the Fraternity with Å’Vría.

"You’re a Voyeur, a Stalker, or both, Foreman Æ’Vérrya?". N’Ïrk questions with his gaze locked on the invisible silhouette of the cloaked damsel. She rises an eyebrow, her surprise dimly turning into curiosity, her mind calmer with her Sister objectively safe, as she is relatively far from the lecherous hands of N’Ïrk.

She deactivates her camouflage. "Not even the Headmistress can see me when i use this ability. How did you do it?".

"I asked first, and you’re on my floor. Here. I have more authority than Norlan, and i am almost sure the Headmistress can see you, but pretend otherwise".

"No. She can’t. Norlan neither".

{I don’t know the Headmistress prowess, but Norlan should be able to see through this female concealment... , Female?. Am i excited because she could stopped me for a moment?}

N’Ïrk shake his head, swaying the thought away. "So what?".

"I don’t want you to touch my Sister".

"That’s not your decision. It’s mine, not even her’s. She lost her right when she didn’t apologize for her affront. She still hasn’t, and has to show her remorse somehow".

"Men are so predictable, always driving themselves with their small lower head, too biased in their decision making when anyone harms their fragile egos".

{*Tch*. Ok. You ask for this}

*Oh!*. "Women are so predictable too. They do wrong, act like a victim, then bat their eyelashes and soften their voices, making irrational requests without any basis, expecting we (Men) to concede, as if «You» were doing «Us» a favor, and when that doesn’t work, you talk shit. So rearrange your goals, because it’s you who wants to convince me of something, not the other way around".

Æ’Vérrya heats up, literally, steam poured out of her sharp nose. "I would like to come to an agreement with you, Harvester N’Ïrk".

"And i would like you to respond what i asked, Foreman Æ’Vérrya. No wonder Harvester Å’Vría doesn’t talk back and ignores questions".

The damsel is infuriated but puzzled, yet, she realizes her mistake, sighing and rolling her eyes. "I am not a Stalker nor a Voyeur".

"Really?. With that ability you just showed me. How boring". *Shoo*. "Go away, there’s nothing to discuss with a liar uptight like you".

"WHAT?!".

"I asked what are you. Option One: Stalker, Option Two: Voyeur, and Option Three: Both, there was no Option Four, so...". *Shoo*. "I abhor wasting my time".

Rage creeps out from Æ’Vérrya’s mouth, her violet lips blurred with the smoky steam released by her deep exhalation. "Option Two. I am a Voyeur".

She replied to follow N’Ïrk’s lead, not knowing the meaning of the word, as she wouldn’t dare to admit her stalking tendencies, spying daily the activities that involve her Sister Å’Vría.

"That has given you ten minutes of my attention. Don’t waste them". N’Ïrk enters in a random chamber with Æ’Vérrya. The interior is a big Gaming Room, spacious enough to rival in size the Common Room of a Deck.

{Evennette and Parmella are going to love this place}

"Harvester N’Ïrk. Can we discuss about you not abusing...".

The young man intercedes. "You mean «Using» your Sister?. Because «Abuse» is an excess that doesn’t correspond to the situation, and in this scenario, such adjective doesn’t apply to me".

Æ’Vérrya breaths slowly to keep her cool, but the next comment almost takes her sanity away.

"Also, Foreman Æ’Vérrya. You’ve already said it, Men have fragile egos with our small lower heads. I am sure a respectable Lady like yourself, wouldn’t take advantage of a «Poor» plebeian like me, especially when my mind is clouded by lust".

"That!...".

"Why don’t we have a nice chat in another occasion. I require someone to attend my ludicrous libido. I am just a peasant man after all, and i want your Sister to take care of today’s libidinous episode".

"YOU!...".

"Or, you can try yourself, Foreman Æ’Vérrya, maybe my attention does not disperse and you even obtain a silver of my sympathy, to not soil and stain your Sister".

"Despicable!".

"Guilty as charged. But what kind of man would i be, if i don’t stand up to your standards. I can let a Demure well-mannered Damsel like you, lose face when i can prevent such outcome".

Speechless, Æ’Vérrya opens and closes her mouth, unable to retort back. N’Ïrk made use of what she said, under the connotation of acting like a broke lecherous lout. Which is obviously a fallacy. No Poor person could have White or Gold Coins, much less a Platinum Coin, even a fake one.

The preposterous proposition is disgusting for Æ’Vérrya, but she is considering it nonetheless. She can protect her Sister, and as N’Ïrk himself mentioned. Saving someone’s life, makes you responsible for said individual, which should apply for Å’Vría’s predicament.

"I’ll do it".

"What are you talking about, Foreman Æ’Vérrya?. You have to specify better. I am an illiterated rascal, Remember?. I can’t follow up with your conversation".

"I never called you that way!". She complains annoyed and slightly ashamed.

"But you think on it". States N’Ïrk, which causes flushed pinkish cheeks on the red skinned damsel. "«The Synesthesia» is really a marvelous gift. I can see anyone’s personal behavior. Knowing when they lie, or when they are putting up an act".

"I am not faking my resolution".

"Please accept my apologies, Foreman Æ’Vérrya. It wasn’t on purpose to sound mockingly. That simply came out wrong. I wanted to be as truthful and honest, as you were with me. Should we proceed?".

She crosses her arms, deviating her sight occasionally as she comes closer to the young man. "Harvester N’Ïrk. How can i... , p-please you?".

"To start, let’s drop the titles, our names or a nickname should do just fine"...