SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark
Chapter 59: Spirit Fairy

Chapter 59: Spirit Fairy

As Morvane stepped into the grand palace, he was immediately struck by the atmosphere. The interior was as stunning as the exterior, with tall, ornate columns and lavish furnishings. But what caught his attention most was the presence of someone he didn’t expect to see: Drevon.

The demon stood casually in the center of the room, his usual smirk plastered on his face. Vianna stood beside him, seemingly unfazed by his presence, as if it were perfectly normal.

Morvane’s eyes widened. "Why are you here, Drevon?"

Drevon gave a lazy shrug, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, maybe I was offered to live here a few days ago, haha," he said nonchalantly, the playful tone in his voice making it hard to tell whether he was serious or just messing with him. "I’m also the one who told Vianna about your situation."

Morvane felt his heart tighten in frustration. "What? Why did you do that?"

Vianna laughed, a melodic sound that felt both lighthearted and mischievous. "You’re cute when you’re upset," she said, her gaze playful as she looked between Morvane and Drevon.

Drevon, ever the tease, added, "I know," as if flirting, his smirk widening at the reaction it provoked.

Morvane couldn’t help but frown, his patience wearing thin. "What’s going on here? Why does it feel like you two are in on something I don’t understand?"

Vianna stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Morvane," she said, her voice dropping in tone, as if getting to the heart of the matter. "I already know about your power. It came from demons, not gods, didn’t it? And from the looks of it..." She paused, her eyes studying him intently, "He’s your demon, isn’t he?"

Morvane’s heart skipped a beat. "What? How do you—?"

"I know everything, darling," Vianna interrupted with a smile. "Drevon isn’t just some random demon. He’s bound to you, isn’t he?"

Drevon raised an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. "You’re getting warmer, princess," he teased, glancing at Morvane. "But don’t think I’m just some pet. I’m his demon."

Morvane’s thoughts raced. How did Vianna know all of this? And why was Drevon revealing so much?

Vianna’s eyes gleamed with interest. "And you, Morvane... you’re quite the anomaly. A demon’s vessel... fascinating. Most wouldn’t even survive with such a bond." She walked closer to him, her voice lowering as she spoke. "But you? You’re different. Something else is at work here."

Morvane stood there, his mind spinning. He had known he was different, but this... this was beyond anything he’d imagined. "What are you getting at, Vianna?" he asked, his voice steady despite the growing unease in his chest.

She smiled slyly. "I’m just curious about you, Morvane. What you can do with that power. And if you’re truly as strong as they say, I might have an offer for you."

Drevon rolled his eyes at her, clearly unimpressed by her theatrics. "She always has an offer," he muttered under his breath.

"Don’t mind him," Vianna said with a playful wink. "But for now, Morvane, you’ll be staying here in Nirvath. There’s much we need to discuss. And trust me, you’re going to want to hear me out."

Just as Vianna’s words hung in the air, a sudden surge of light erupted from Morvane’s chest, causing him to flinch back in surprise. The brilliance grew quickly, taking shape before his very eyes.

Drevon’s smirk deepened.

The light flickered and danced, morphing into a tiny glowing orb that hovered in the air. It expanded rapidly, growing larger until it was the size of Morvane’s head. The form it took was unmistakable—a small fairy, its delicate wings beating softly, made entirely of shimmering light.

Morvane stared, speechless. "What is this?" he asked, a mix of awe and confusion in his voice.

Drevon’s eyes gleamed with recognition. "Well, that is Drace," she said, her tone nonchalant as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"What?" Morvane’s voice shook as he processed her words.

"Drace? The kid who ruined Katakwan?" Vianna asked.

Drevon chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "Yes, exactly. You see, when you killed him, you didn’t just destroy his body—you took his power. And by doing so, you also took his spirit. Now, he’s bound to you, unable to reincarnate."

Morvane stared at the fairy, whose glowing form fluttered in the air, its tiny wings sending out gentle pulses of light. "A spirit fairy..." Morvane muttered, barely able to wrap his mind around it.

"Interesting," Vianna mused, her gaze fixed on the spirit. "It’s a rare and epic power, Morvane. To have a spirit attached to you like this, especially one who has powerful magic."

Before Morvane could respond, the spirit fairy flickered, then vanished into thin air with a soft, tinkling sound.

Drevon crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe Drace is still figuring out how to communicate with you. He’ll get the hang of it soon enough. Once he does, you’ll be able to tap into his power. And that’s where things get interesting—his power, which is bad manifestation. Pretty dark stuff." He gave a wicked grin. "Great, right?"

Morvane felt a chill run down his spine. Drace’s power—the power that had ruined Katakwan—was now his to command. He could already feel the weight of it pressing against him, a force he couldn’t ignore.

Vianna gave him a knowing look. "Don’t worry, Morvane," she said, a sly smile curving her lips. "I won’t tell the other rulers about your little acquisition." She tilted her head, as if considering the implications. "Levan would be very surprised if he ever found out."

Vianna added and snickered. "Yeah, I can already picture his reaction. But don’t worry, I won’t spill the beans either. You’re safe—for now."

Morvane’s thoughts raced. He couldn’t believe it. Drace’s spirit, bound to him for eternity, carrying the power that had torn through the kingdoms. And now, he was expected to wield that power, to control it. Was this his destiny? Was this what the awakening ceremony had truly meant for him?

"I’ll figure it out," Morvane muttered to himself, more to steady his own thoughts than to reassure anyone else.

Drevon rolled his eyes. "What is it with you and all these cheesy figuring out your power? You’ve been saying that ever since we met."

Vianna shot him a glare. "Shut up, Drevon. Let the boy figure it out for himself."

Morvane, still reeling from the revelation, nodded quietly. He was in a new world now, surrounded by unfamiliar forces, and the path ahead was more uncertain than ever. But one thing was clear—he could no longer turn back.

Days passed in Nirvath, and though Morvane was slowly adjusting to the strange atmosphere of the Queendom, it was hard to shake the feeling that everything was so different. Everywhere he looked, women were in charge—serving, working, and even standing guard. It was like an entirely reversed world compared to what he knew. But despite the constant intrigue, Morvane felt a gnawing emptiness in his heart. He missed his grandmother, the only family he had left, and the thought of never seeing her again gnawed at him.

One evening, as he sat in the palace, contemplating his next move, a question formed in his mind. He needed to see her—he had to.

He approached Vianna, who was busy with some paperwork in her study. "Vianna," he started hesitantly, "I need to visit Ketamran. I... I want to see my grandmother."

Vianna looked up from her work, her sharp eyes studying him. "I see," she said thoughtfully, tapping her fingers on the desk. "You know Medas won’t take kindly to that. He could easily have you stopped, or worse, thrown out if he sees you."

Morvane nodded. He knew the risks all too well. But the idea of never seeing his grandmother again was a weight he couldn’t bear. "I’m willing to take that chance. I just... I need to see her. She’s the only one who truly cared for me."

Vianna’s expression softened, though a sly smile still lingered at the corners of her lips. "Well, if you’re set on it, then I’m coming with you."

Morvane blinked, surprised. "You are?"

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly. "If Medas sees you, I can intervene. We wouldn’t want him to make a scene, would we?" She leaned back in her chair, clearly amused by the thought. "Besides, it’ll be fun to stir things up a little. Just think of the chaos we could cause if I’m by your side."

Morvane felt a surge of relief. "Thank you, Vianna. I knew I could count on you."

Vianna smiled warmly at him. "Of course. I may be unpredictable, but I’m loyal to those I care about. Don’t forget that, Morvane."

The next morning, Vianna and Morvane set out for Ketamran under the cover of dawn. They traveled swiftly, using the least conspicuous routes to avoid detection. As they neared the border of the kingdom, Morvane’s nerves began to rise. The familiar sights of Ketamran made his heart ache with longing. He could almost see his grandmother’s cottage in the distance, just beyond the trees.

Vianna, ever the observant one, noticed his tension. "You’ll be fine," she said, her voice reassuring. "I’m right here, remember? If anything goes wrong, we’ll handle it."

Morvane nodded, though his mind raced. What would he do if Medas saw him? Would he be forced to flee again? But even as those thoughts swirled in his head, he couldn’t stop the overwhelming desire to see his grandmother’s face one more time.