Nameless King

"Hey... Sven... Why didn't you make those cocktails for us?" Osvald asked with his eyes wide open looking at the glass.

Sven smiled weakly, "I already told you. It's a cocktail I invented and made especially for Wain. It also has a special name, the White King." Sven inhaled as he slid the glass toward Wain, "Go ahead, try it."

Wain took the glass in his hands, immediately feeling the coldness and the pleasant citrus aroma, but all these were minor details compared to the vibrations emanating from it. ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

'Sven's pure energy... Now he did the same thing I did with Felix, only in much smaller amounts, but why? Did he really just make a unique cocktail for me?' Wain muttered looking at the ice cubes.

Wain didn't think it was some kind of trap or anything, for he knew that Sven had ample opportunity to kill, capture, or kidnap him. Wain could not consider Sven his friend or close ally, but he was sure that Sven was not his enemy.

"White King, right?" Wain muttered, "Well, thanks for the treat."

Wain brought the glass to his mouth and took the first sip. At first, there was nothing unusual, as it was just a delicious, citrusy, alcoholic cocktail. However, after a few seconds, Wain felt something strange.

Powerful waves of energy passed through his body, weak at first, then they became strong enough to cause him discomfort.

'Damn... I feel like an earthquake is starting inside me. I have to fix it as soon as possible.' Wain said inwardly as he concentrated and directed his energy into the center of his body. The throbbing became weaker, but it didn't go away.

"Hey, I realize it's not exactly what you expected, but for the full effect you have to drink it all in." Sven said as he touched the glass, pushing it toward Wain.

Wain glanced at him with a serious look, staring intently into his eyes, but eventually accepted his offer.

In a few sips, Wain drained the glass completely, which now had a little bit of Sven's energy in his body.

The pulsations grew stronger, but it was no problem for Wain to stop them.

'Maybe if there was more energy, I'd have a problem, after all, at this point, Sven is much stronger than me... However, I can easily handle it.' Wain pondered, trying to understand why Sven had done this.

"Since we're all gathered here, I think it's time we started." Sven said as a sly smirk appeared on his face.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Wain frowned.

"About the past. You want to ask me about what happened during the First Great War, don't you?" Sven's eyes narrowed.

Wain nodded, "Yeah... I have some questions, and the answers to them only you know. I have to figure it out so I know what to do next."

"Damn, you are so frank. Aren't you afraid I might use it against you?" Sven smirked slyly.

"Well, I'm just pretty sure that during the First Great War, your actions either saved me or led Arkans to defeat. Either way, since you know what I need you to do, stop wasting my time." Wain said menacingly as his aura intensified, making Osvald and Marlis wary.

Sven remained silent until he said, "Sure. That's exactly why I prepared this cocktail for you. I won't just tell you about what happened back then, I'll show you. I'll show you the memories of all of us, the three of us."

Click.

Sven clicked his fingers, then his eyes sparkled.

At the same moment, white magic circles appeared on Marlis and Osvald's foreheads, stamped with a scarred eye. There was almost no emotion on their faces, for they knew this was going to happen.

The same magic circle appeared on Wain's forehead, then he felt the throbbing finally stop.

"I see... You used the cocktail trick to directly connect me to your energy, didn't you?" Wain asked with a hint of interest.

"It's exactly as you said. Okay, it's time to go back five hundred years. I didn't think I'd have to go through this again, but it makes me nostalgic." Sven shrugged and closed his eyes.

"Hah, will someone finally see what we did back then? I feel a little proud of us now." Osvald smirked, prepared.

"Agh... That was the most incredible thing left offstage... although that's what I liked best about it." Marlis said calmly.

Out of the magical circles flew threads that connected at one point. All that was left to do was for Wain to close her eyes and the process would begin.

'Well, I wanted to know what happened then and it looks like now I'll finally get the answers to my questions.' Wain inwardly muttered before closing his eyes.

Sven took a deep breath as a massive magical circle appeared above them that contained more energy.

"Though I'm confident in the stealth of my space, we shouldn't be interrupted by anyone." Sven said as the magic circle lowered, passing through them, then a protective barrier appeared around them.

Increasing the protection, Sven began to channel more of his energy through the threads, directing it to the center, then Wain's mind began to gradually cloud over.

'What a strange feeling... It's like I'm under hypnosis...' Wain said to himself, feeling an unfamiliar lightness, 'This is different from what the Abyss Artist did, though it's understandable... Sven has to do more complicated manipulations since he's not in my mind.'

After a while, Wain stopped feeling that he was in the bar; on the contrary, it seemed to him that he was somewhere very far away and the place was not so peaceful at all. He felt powerful gusts of wind along with energy pulses that came from all directions.

Then, for the first time in 500 years, Wain felt the same as he did during the Great War as if he were in the middle of a major battle.