"Tapi ya, itulah kenyataannya untuk tempat biasa. Ada sebabnya, mengapa kami, Kadipaten Thaddeus, adalah kekuatan laut terkuat di seluruh dunia." Desis desis menyebar di antara kerumunan, campuran pengakuan dan ketidaknyamanan. Lucavion mencatat senja keraguan di sejumlah muka, berlawanan dengan tekad tenang di muka yang lain. "Strateginya sederhana," kata perwira itu sambil mengangkat suara agak pelan untuk merebut kembali perhatian ruangan. "Para magis kami akan menciptakan platform yang stabil — tanah, jika anda mau — di atas air itu sendiri. Konstruksi ini akan menjadi medan pertempuran kami, memungkinkan para petualang, prajurit, dan ksatria kami berhadapan dengan monster seolah-olah di daratan. Tapi jangan salah sangka — laut adalah seorang ratu yang kejam. Platform ini bukan benteng yang tak goyah. Mereka akan membutuhkan pemeliharaan konstan dari para magis, dan koordinasi akan menjadi kunci." Lucavion sedikit mengangkat keningnya mendengar penjelasan itu. Lihatlah ini — berani, kreatif, dan berbahaya. Dangan angin, [Mengubah laut menjadi daratan... Betapa manusiawi.] Vitaliara memusingkan leher, nada suaranya membawa sedikit rasa hormat. Sungguh gamblang, pikir Lucavion, senyum tipis menari di ujung bibirnya. Tapi mungkin saja bisa berhasil. Perwira itu melanjutkan, matanya mengamati kerumunan. "Anda semua telah dipilih karena termasuk terbaik di bidang masing-masing. Petualang, ksatria, magis, pedagar—kamu semua semua membawa sesuatu yang berharga bagi misi ini. Bersama, kami akan melampaui ancaman ini dan mengembalikan laut kami." Sorak sorai dan senjata terangkat menyusul katanya, energi di halaman terus meningkat saat kekuatan yang terkumpul semua berseru di sekeliling meyakinkan perwira itu. Lucavion tersirat diam, senyum tipisnya tetap mengintip sambil mengamati reaksi kerumunan. Rencana ini berbahaya, tapi memiliki ciri khas keanggaran — dan keputusasaan. [Kamu terkesan, bukan?] Vitaliara mencemprot, nada suaranya penuh pengetahuan. Aku mengakui, rencana ini menarik, ucap Lucavion dalam pikirannya, matanya beralih ke arah para magis. Tapi pertanyaannya tetap — apakah mereka benar-benar akan berhasil? [Dan di mana kamu pas di tengah ini?] Lucavion tertawa pelan sambil menyesuaikan jaketnya. Persis di tempat yang selalu kududuki, Vitaliara. Kapten Edran, kini berdiri di hadapan kerumunan, menilik mereka dengan tatapan tajam dan terukur. Posturnya memancarkan keyakinan, dan suaranya menyebar di halaman dengan otoritas tak tergoyahkan. [Yang mana?] Di tengah kekacauan. ******** Kapten Edran, kini berdiri di hadapan kerumunan, menilik mereka dengan tatapan tajam dan terukur. Posturnya memancarkan keyakinan, dan suaranya menyebar di halaman dengan otoritas tak tergoyahkan. "Semua kalian," pembukaan pertamanya, nada suaranya tegas tapi jelas, "telah ditugaskan ke stasiun tertentu sesuai pendaftaran kalian. Kamu akan melaporkan ke kapal yang ditunjukan untuk stasiun masing-masing, di mana kapten masing-masing akan memberi instruksi lebih lanjut. Keberhasilan misi ini bergantung pada disiplin dan persatuan. Spreading now and proceed to area yang telah ditentukan." Saat turun dari panggung, kerumunan — sebelumnya sekumpulan petualang, pedagar, magis, dan prajurit yang berputar— mulai bergerak ke arah yang berbeda. Para ksatria kadipaten menyelamatkan urusan dengan efisiensi yang luar biasi, kehadiran mereka sebagai pengingat dari otoritas besi yang Kaisar Thaddeus miliki. Bahkan para petualang yang paling tidak tertib, dikenal agresif dan cepat marah, patuh di bawah beban reputasi Kaisar Thaddeus. Tak seorang pun berani memprovokasi kekuatan yang diwakili di sini. Lucavion mengamati kerumunan yang tersebar, mata tajamnya menangkap ketegangan halus di sejumlah, keyakinan tenang di yang lain. Senyum tipis melengkung di bibirnya. Orkestra kekacauan, diikat oleh disiplin. Betapa manis. Ia menyesuaikan jaketnya dan mulai berjalan ke kapal stasiun keempat, langkahnya selepas sebelum ini. Di kapal yang bertarung untuk stasiun keempat, atmosfer berbeda. Kapal itu besar dan menakutkan, layangannya bertandai lambang Kaisar — trident emas bersilang dengan pedang. Di sekitarnya, personel sibuk memuat bekal, memeriksa peralatan, dan mengoordinasokan tugas. Bunyi dan persiapan tetap steady, kontras jelas dengan kebisingan acak di halaman tadi. Lucavion mendekat dengan sikap santainya yang biasa, namun kehadirannya tampak menarik perhatian. Beberapa kepala berbalik, rasa ingin tahu muncul di mata mereka, tapi tak ada yang bertahan lama. Aura ketenangan dan intensitasnya cukup untuk menyingkirkan obrolan yang tidak penting. [Sungguh mengesankan betapa terorganisirnya mereka,] Vitaliara mencatat dari posisinya di bahu padanya, forma cahayanya berkilau pelan di bawah sinar matahari. "Itu takdir," jawab Lucavion dalam pikirannya, mata mengamati aktivitas yang ramai. "Takdir — takdir dari laut, kegagalan, dan amarah Kaisar." [Apa yang kamu takuti?] [Apa yang kamu takuti?] Vitaliara menanyakan dengan nada bermain. [Saya tak takut apa-apa.] Lucavion mencemprot senyumnya saat masuk ke lambu kapal. [Sungguh?] [Ya] [Hmm?] [Saat Langkah Santai muncul, nada pembesaran kapal berubah." Percakapan turun, gerakan melambat, dan lebih dari setengah kepala berbalik ke arahnya. Mata mereka mengikutinya — beberapa ingin tahu, yang lain menilai, sebagian secara terbuka ragu. Udara menjadi lebih berat, ketegangan bercampur dengan angin laut yang asin. Senyum Lucavion tidak goyang saat menghadapi tatapan itu, matanya tak tergoyahkan dan penuh dengan campuran rasa seru dan kalkulasi. Mereka sedang menilai saya, bukan? Adil saja. Ia dengan santai menyesuaikan jaketnya, biar posturnya memancarkan keyakinan yang tak berlebihan namun tak bisa diabaikan. Tapi Lucavion bukanlah seseorang yang hanya menerima parada tanpa memberi balasan. Mata tajamnya menelusuri kerumunan, mengkatalog setiap detail secara klinis. Kelompok pertama yang ia catat adalah para petualang, perlengkapan campuran dan ekspresi mereka yang keras menyampaikan kehidupan di pinggir bahaya. Meski penampilannya kasar, ia merasakan disiplin yang terlatih dalam postur mereka — kesiapan yang mengisyaratkan pertarungan yang bertahan dan pelajaran yang dipelajari. Kemudian datang para pedagar, berkumpul erat. Armor kulit dan senjata yang sudah lama terbawa luka dari ribuan pertempuran kecil, matanya menggambarkan beban yang hanya datang dari melihat terlalu banyak. Mereka bertukar kata rendah, tangan mereka tak pernah jauh dari pisau. Senyum Lucavion meleset ketika ia memilih individu-individu yang berdiri sendiri bahkan di tengah kerumunan. Di antara mereka adalah beberapa figur yang aurananya tidak dapat ditolak — pria prima yang kekuat, auran mereka seperti nyala yang stabil di tengah badai yang semakin mengundak. Kebanyakan berada di tingkat 3-bintang dan 4-bintang, kekuatan mereka tampak di cara energi mereka meresonansi, gaya yang terkontrol siap untuk dilepas. Tapi yang benar-benar menarik perhatiannya adalah dua figur yang berdiri sedikit sendiri, keheningan dan keyakinan tenang yang membedakan mereka. Ia merasakan kekuatan mereka seperti tekanan di udara — 5-bintang Awakened. Menarik… untuk bisa menyebut para 5-bintangAwakened ke dalam tempat ini. Satu adalah pria raksasa berlengkaikan pelayang gelap, bendaberat tungku beristirahat di bahunya. Yang lain adalah wanita lincah. Pisau gandanya bersinar di bawah sinar matahari, mata tajamnya menyinggung keletikan yang sepadan dengan keterampilannya. Ini orang-orang… Hmm? lucavion merasakan rasa aneh saat memandang ke dua orang ini. Mereka adalah orang-orang dari kediaman, bukan? [Tentu,] Vitaliara mengonfirmasi, nada suaranya penuh rasa ingin tahu. [Dan sepertinya mereka telah menemukan panggung lain. Atau mungkin, panggung ini yang menemukan mereka.] Sebelum Lucavion bisa merenung lebih dalam, pergeseran udara menandakan kedatangan figur baru. Bisikan yang ada di atas pelaminan kapal mereka, kepala memutar ke arah dermaga saat dua individu masuk. Pertama adalah seorang wanita muda, keindahannya tegas namun sederhana. Rambut pirinya jatuh seperti gelombang lunak ke pinggangnya, menangkap sinar matahari seperti benang emas. Mata birunya yang tajam menelusuri pelaut — tenang namun penasaran, seolah mengambil setiap detail. Mespi untuknya, ada kedalaman di matanya, gravitasi tenang yang membicarakan pengalaman yang melampaui usia. Di sampingnya adalah seorang pria muda, tinggi dan kelihatan kuat, postur andalku dan yakin. Ia memegang pedang dengan kemudahan, senjata itu tergantung di pinggangnya seolah menjadi bagian darinya. Ekspresinya netrak, tapi matanya mengandung intensitas yang membuatnya tampak lebih dari sekadar yang mampu bertahan di kalangan para prajurit yang sudah berpengalaman. [Crush kecilmu berada di sini,] Vitaliara mencatat dengan nada kering, ekor ekornya menggigil di leher. Lucavion tidak bersungguh-sungguh menyembunyikan senyumnya. 'Aku tidak punya crush.' [Hmm.] Ia mengeluarkan nada rendah, tak teryakinkan. [Detak jantungmu melonjak sedikit. Aku hanya bilang.' ' [Apa yang kamu takuti?] X[Vitaliara mengulang, nada bermain. [Saya tak takut apa-apa.] Lucavion menakikannya saat masuk ke lambu kapal. [Sungguh?] X [Y] X [Hm?] X [Hmm.] X [Itu mungkin karena garam di udara. Cukup mengganggu.' Perempuan itu menelusuri pelaut, berhenti sejenak saat matanya bertemu dengan Lucavion. Untuk sejenak, mereka saling bertatap. Dalam detik itu, ia merasakan rasa penilaian yang berat. Matanya tidak marah, tapi mencari — menilai, seolah mengupas lapis demi lapis mencari sesuatu yang tidak terlihat. Lucavion menatapnya dengan keahliannya, senyum tipisnya tak tergesa-gesa. Setelah sejenak, ia memberi senyum hampir tak terlihat sebelum mengalihkan perhatiannya. Gerakan kecil itu memberi kesan pengakuan yang tenang, meninggalkan kesan aneh yang mengkilap. [Saya melihat kamu.] Vitaliara Mengamati dengan sedikit rasa puas. [Bagus, Lucavion. Bagus.] [X] [Sungguh kamu tidak membantu.] X [Hehe.] X Tapi, pemuda di sebelahnya tidak berbagi kehenyintasannya. Ketika perempuan itu mengalihkan pandangannya, matanya tetap terfokus pada Lucavion, sedikit mengerut. Posturnya bergeser, cukup untuk terlihat, dan ada benang merah di ekspresinya yang sulit untuk disamakan. Lucavion menghadapi tatapan pemuda itu dengan kumis yang melengkung, senyumnya berubah menjadi senyum yang lebih menggeli. Iri? Atau sekadar wilayah? Entah keduanya, pandangan ini membuatku ingin mengocoknya. Haruskah kuduskan saja? Bisa-besan kopernya muncul. tentang memikirkan itu. CREAK! Seketika, kapten stasiun keempat muncul di depan hadapan para petualang yang berkumpul.
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"But well, that is the case for a normal place. There is a reason, we, Duchy of Thaddeus, is the strongest naval force in the entire world." Murmurs rippled through the crowd, a mix of acknowledgment and unease. Lucavion noted the flickers of doubt in some faces, contrasted with the calm resolve in others. "The strategy is simple," the officer said, raising his voice slightly to recapture the room. "Our mages will create stable platforms—ground, if you will—on the water itself. These constructs will serve as our battlefields, allowing our adventurers, soldiers, and knights to engage the monsters as if on land. But make no mistake—the sea is a harsh mistress. These platforms are not unshakable fortresses. They will require constant maintenance from the mages, and coordination will be key." Lucavion's brows lifted slightly at the explanation. It was bold, creative, and dangerously ambitious. [Turning the sea into land… How very human,] Vitaliara mused, her tone carrying a note of respect. It's audacious, Lucavion thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. But it just might work. The officer continued, his gaze scanning the crowd. "You have been selected because you are among the best in your fields. Adventurers, knights, mages, mercenaries—all of you bring something invaluable to this mission. Together, we will overcome this threat and reclaim our seas." A chorus of cheers and raised weapons followed his words, the energy in the courtyard surging as the gathered forces rallied around the officer's conviction. Lucavion remained silent, his smirk lingering as he observed the crowd's reaction. The plan was dangerous, but it had the hallmarks of genius—and desperation. [You're impressed, aren't you?] Vitaliara teased, her tone knowing. I'll admit, it's intriguing, Lucavion replied inwardly, his gaze shifting toward the mages. But the question remains—will they pull it off? [And where do you fit in all this?] Lucavion chuckled softly as he adjusted his coat. Right where I always do, Vitaliara. Captain Edran, now standing before the gathered crowd, surveyed them with a sharp, measured gaze. His posture exuded confidence, and his voice carried over the courtyard with unyielding authority. [Which is?] At the center of the chaos. ******** Captain Edran, now standing before the gathered crowd, surveyed them with a sharp, measured gaze. His posture exuded confidence, and his voice carried over the courtyard with unyielding authority. "All of you," he began, his tone firm but clear, "have been assigned to specific stations as per your registration. You will report to the ships designated for your stations, where your respective captains will provide further instructions. The success of this mission depends on discipline and unity. Disperse now and proceed to your assigned areas." As he descended from the platform, the crowd, which had been a buzzing mass of adventurers, mercenaries, mages, and soldiers, began to shift into motion. The knights of the duchy maintained order with remarkable efficiency, their presence a reminder of the iron authority the Duchy of Thaddeus wielded. Even the unruliest adventurers, known for their aggression and impulsive behavior, complied under the weight of the Duchy's reputation. None dared to provoke the power represented here. Lucavion observed the dispersing crowd, his sharp eyes catching the subtle tension in some, the quiet confidence in others. A faint smirk curled his lips. An orchestra of chaos, held together by discipline. How quaint. He adjusted his coat and began making his way toward the fourth station's ship, his gait as measured as ever. At the ship docked for the fourth station, the atmosphere was different. The vessel was large and imposing, its sails marked with the crest of the Duchy—a golden trident crossed with a sword. Around it, personnel were busy loading supplies, checking equipment, and coordinating tasks. The hum of preparation was steady, a stark contrast to the scattered noise of the courtyard earlier. Lucavion approached with his usual casual demeanor, yet his presence seemed to draw attention. A few heads turned, curiosity sparking in their eyes, but none lingered long. His aura of quiet intensity was enough to deter idle chatter. [It's impressive how organized they are,] Vitaliara remarked from her perch on his shoulder, her glowing form shimmering faintly in the sunlight. "It's fear," Lucavion replied inwardly, his eyes scanning the bustling activity. "Fear of the sea, fear of failure, and fear of the Duchy's wrath." [And what about you?] Vitaliara's voice carried a teasing lilt. [What do you fear?] Lucavion smirked, his gaze narrowing as he approached the gangplank. 'I fear nothing.' [Really?] 'Yep.' [Hmm? Is that so?] As Lucavion stepped onto the gangplank, the muted hum of the ship's preparations shifted subtly. Conversations dropped in volume, movements slowed, and more than a few heads turned in his direction. Their eyes trailed him—some curious, others assessing, a few openly skeptical. The air grew heavier, tension mingling with the salt and brine of the sea breeze. Lucavion's smirk didn't falter as he met their stares, his gaze unflinching and laced with his signature mixture of amusement and calculation. Sizing me up, are we? Fair enough. He casually adjusted his coat, letting his posture exude a confidence that was neither overstated nor easily ignored. But Lucavion wasn't one to merely accept scrutiny without returning it. His sharp eyes swept across the gathering, cataloging every detail with clinical precision. The first group he noted consisted of adventurers, their mismatched gear and hardened expressions betraying lives lived on the edge of danger. Despite their rough appearances, he sensed a practiced discipline in their stances—a readiness that hinted at battles survived and lessons learned. Then came the mercenaries, clustered in tight-knit groups. Their leather armor and well-worn weapons bore the scars of countless skirmishes, and their eyes carried a weight that only came from seeing too much. They exchanged low words, their hands never far from their blades. Lucavion's gaze narrowed slightly as he picked out individuals who stood apart even in this crowd. Among them were several figures whose aura was undeniable—Awakened warriors, their presence like steady flames amidst a gathering storm. Most hovered around the level of 3-star and 4-star, their power evident in the way their mana resonated, a controlled force waiting to be unleashed. But it was the two figures who stood slightly apart, their calm demeanor and quiet confidence distinguishing them, that caught his attention. He felt their strength like a weight in the air—5-star Awakened. 'Interesting…..To be able to even command the 5-star Awakened into this place…' One was a towering man clad in darkened plate armor, a heavy axe resting against his shoulder. The other was a lithe woman. Her twin blades glinted in the sunlight, and her sharp eyes betrayed an intelligence that matched her skill. 'These people….Hmm?' Lucavion felt a weird sense of something, as he looked into the two. 'They are the ones from the inn, aren't they?' [Indeed,] Vitaliara confirmed, her tone tinged with curiosity. [And it seems they've found themselves another stage. Or perhaps, this stage has found them.] Before Lucavion could dwell further on the thought, a shift in the air signaled the arrival of new figures. The murmurs of those on the deck quieted, heads turning to the gangplank as two individuals made their entrance. The first was a young woman, her beauty striking yet understated. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves to her waist, catching the sunlight like spun gold. Her piercing blue eyes swept across the deck, calm yet curious, as though taking in every detail. Despite her youth, there was a depth to her gaze, a quiet gravity that spoke of experience beyond her years. Beside her stood a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, his stance confident and grounded. He held a sword with practiced ease, the weapon resting against his hip as though it was an extension of himself. His expression was neutral, but his eyes carried a quiet intensity that suggested he was more than capable of holding his own among the seasoned warriors gathered here. [Your little crush is here,] Vitaliara commented dryly, her tone laced with sarcasm as her tail flicked against Lucavion's neck. Lucavion didn't bother to hide his smirk. 'I don't have a crush.' [Hmm.] She let out a low hum, clearly unconvinced. [Your heartbeat spiked a little. Just saying.] Lucavion waved her off with an exaggerated air of indifference. 'It was probably the salt in the air. Very distracting.' The woman's gaze swept over the deck, pausing briefly when it landed on Lucavion. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, and in that instant, he felt the weight of her scrutiny. Her gaze wasn't hostile, but it was searching—assessing, as though she was peeling back layers in search of something unseen. Lucavion held her stare with his usual ease, the faint smirk still playing on his lips. After a heartbeat, she gave a brief, almost imperceptible nod before moving her attention elsewhere. It was a small gesture, but one that carried a quiet acknowledgment, leaving an odd, lingering impression. [She noticed you,] Vitaliara observed with a hint of amusement. [Not bad, Lucavion. Not bad.] 'You are not helping you know.' [Heh.] However, the man beside her didn't share her composed demeanor. As the woman's gaze moved on, his eyes remained locked on Lucavion, narrowing slightly. His stance shifted, just enough to be noticeable, and there was an edge to his expression that was difficult to mistake. Lucavion met the man's glare with an arched brow, his smirk curving into something faintly amused. Jealousy? Or just territorial? Either way, that gaze makes me feel like gouging it out. Should I just do that? His head was filled with intrusive thoughts. Though of course, he didn't act upon them. CREAK! Just then, the captain of the 4th station made his appearance.
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