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Curse the Mainframe! - Chapter 241

Published at 5th of December 2019 03:15:13 PM


Chapter 241

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Alistair studied the rather plain face in front of him.

Rather, it wasn't that he looked plain, but the overall harmony of his features came across as plain.

Yet, there was something strangely soothing about his overall features the more he was stared at. Perhaps it had to do with the rather unique aura he had.

There was just something about this person that was pinging every one of his gut instincts, telling him that he was looking at something that should have been something else.

Alistair tilted his head, thinking hard even as he had his usual mask fixed onto his face.

Strangely, the person in his hands didn't react like a normal person would, either.

Usually, the person would be afflicted with emotions like shock and confusion, or even amusement, but all he could see in this young man's eyes was calmness. It wasn't faked either.

Something about those eyes were sparking something in his memory, and the aura that he had about him seemed rather familiar as well.

Even though he'd roguishly tilted up the other's chin like that, the other person didn't even feel any negative emotions towards someone who was behaving so indecently?

A prince, at that, not a princess.

How very odd.

"Greetings to the first prince," Alec said, staring into the other's eyes.

Alistair's eyes flashed as he pulled his finger away. "You know," he said.

He didn't say it as if he was asking, but rather stating a fact.

Alec watched with curiosity as the other's mask disappeared layer by layer, staring with his eyes, then his facial expression changing.

Even the way he stood changed.

It was just the slightest shifts of posture, but the overall feeling that came across was completely different.

Alistair's eyes flashed with calculation, as if deciding whether or not to silence him permanently.

"You… hm?" Alistair said, tilting his head, as if trying to look at Alec at another angle. His face changed minutely.

Alec maintained his usual expression, not even having the decency to express any shock when the usually sloppy first prince suddenly became someone else entirely different from the person that he portrayed.

"You… aren't you the youngest array master?" Alistair said, purposely leaving out Alec's name.

While others had heard rumours about the existence of the youngest ever array master, not many people knew his name.

Unless, of course, they were also interested in the art of arrays. Which, truthfully, wasn't that many.

It was a tedious process, studying that art, and not many people had the persistence to keep trying various experiments over and over again.

Even though the prestige that came along with being an array master was high, not many were able to persist to the end.

If the other was truly who he thought he was, then he should know his name at the very least, and if they wanted to have a proper conversation, then at least that much needed to be put on the line.


Otherwise, Alistair would do his best to get rid of the other before he took a single step out of the room.

"Alecris Neil," Alec said simply.

Likewise, if he thought that this was going badly, then Alec was just going to have to pit himself against the first prince before fleeing after murdering the prince.

Yet, despite Alec revealing his name, the first prince's face was a little strange when he revealed it.

The prince didn't know whether or not it was just because Alec was from the Neil Clan. While he might have thought that it was possible this wasn't Alec but instead some other member, the thing was…

Alistair Louis Rhys was actually a secret member of the Heavenly Ascension Sect.

No one knew that he was the first prince of the Rhys Royal Family there, and he liked it that way.

More than one, Alistair had seen the famed youngest array master at a distance, and the feeling that the boy gave off was rather similar to this man in front of him.

Yet, the boy should not have been this old, which was what triggered his confusion.

…He supposed something must have happened if his appearance was like this now.

While it was possible to change one's appearance using seals or arrays, the same could not be said for the body type, which meant that Alec's body really did look like this.

More than that, Alistair trusted his gut which was screaming at him. This was Alecris Neil indeed.

Just as Alistair was studying Alec, the System was also studying the first prince.

He'd definitely seen his face before, now that he looked more closely at him. He sifted through his foggy memories and tried to recall where, cursing that his memory for faces was just that terrible.

For as far as Alec remembered, as long as the other person didn't bother him or was someone related to him, he usually forgot their faces after a while. Unless they made a strong first impression, that was.

Finally, it clicked. "Aren't you Marc's senior brother?"

Alistair's eyes flashed. It was indeed him.

The sharp calculation in his eyes softened a little, now that he knew they were from the same sect.

While he would normally not do this for anyone else, he'd had enough contact with Alec to know what his personality was like.

Alistair nodded shortly, confirming Alec's words.

Alec had to click his tongue. He should have known.

Still, it looked like the Cookie Sect's information still had some room to grow, if they weren't aware of Alistair's real identity.

"Are you here because of the war against the Neil Clan?"

Alec admitted it freely. While he didn't trust the other completely, his gut feeling told him that they were on the same side.

Alistair gave a pleased hum. He didn't expect to reel in a big fish.

Even if the other wasn't that strong, just his knowledge of arrays was enough for him to be a treasure, yet the clan allowed him to go around freely? Even doing an infiltration mission like this where it was possible he could be caught and executed for treasonous reasons?

They were truly bold.

But he liked it.

Alistair let out a laugh, one that came from the depths of his soul.

It was something that he was never able to do when he was in this stifling palace, but he felt himself liking Alec more than before.

"So, what are your plans? Going to take over the royal family?" Alec casually spat out some treasonous words that would have been grounds for someone to execute him.

Alistair shrugged gracefully. "Perhaps."

They were interrupted in the middle of their conversation by fists banging on his door, and Ophelia's screaming outside for her brother to return 'her Alexander'.

Alistair raised a brow, looking at Alec. He was surprised by the extent at which his sister was going to just because of a man. "Just what did you do to foster such obsession within her?"

Alec just smiled. How could he answer when he didn't even know? Who knew that she'd react so much stronger than he originally predicted?

It was probably just a part of her obsessive personality that hadn't been unearthed before.

While Alistair stared at the door like he was contemplating just ignoring it, Alec started carding his hand through his hair, mussing it up slightly.

Using a bit more force, he pinched and pressed a couple of bruises upon his neckline, to Alistair's amusement.

Alistair already knew how Alec was planning on playing this off, and it gave him a great sense of amusement.

The original impression he had of the boy was gentle and rather innocent, but with his actions now, it was evident that he didn't know the other as well as he once thought.

Alistair unhurriedly messed up his clothes further, watching from the corner of his eye as Alec did the same, popping open the first two buttons of his shirt.

Ophelia burst in the moment the door was unlocked, murder in her eyes.

Her jaw immediately dropped at what she saw.




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