There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 199. What Comes With A Name

"It’s quite funny if I think about it," Radia smiled as he put down the old book he had been reading on his lap. "The way House Ishtera comes to be."

"What do you mean?"

Zein turned his head toward the man seating beside him in the backseat. They were on their way to the Civil Registration Agency of Althrea branch, where they would put Zein’s name in the family registry of House Ishtera.

The Elder was already there, and Radia came as the representative of House Mallarc. Apparently, in the case of a prominent old House like Ishtera, entering a name in the family registry without the previous Head’s direct endorsement, a witness from one of the other Old Houses was needed.

Thankfully, the Mallarc was one of them--the one which was still active, nonetheless. So they decided to do it in Althrea while at it, the one under House Mallarc’s influence.

Bassena was rather peeved that he couldn’t sit with Zein, but there was no story where Radia Mallarc would sit in the front seat. Not that he could deny Radia’s order.

"Based on your vision, your ancestor came from Eastern Federation’s Deathzone," Radia said, threading Zein’s first experience with the shard.

"Right,"

"It seemed like she moved from shard to shard, and gained followers along the way, which became the foundation of House Ishtera," the man continued. "They settled in what is now the Northern Alliance, made a name there, and stayed near the Central Plains."

Central Plains was the area under the influence of the Temple of Freyja. It wasn’t included in any of the four nations, and became the neutral area where the headquarter of the World Government, as well as the Sentinel Association, stood.

Based on the record in the book that Radia was reading just now, the first clan house of Ishtera was located on the border between Central Plains and Northern Alliance.

"And then the betrayal happened, and the core of House Ishtera was wandering through the Northern Alliance, all the way to the Eastern Federation," he returned Zein’s gaze, along with a meaningful smile on his lips. "Back to where they came from."

"Ah,"

It wasn’t just Zein, but Bassena also exclaimed softly at the realization.

"And after we succeed with the reclamation, you will come back to the starting point, his ancestor’s place," Radia said, as if he was already reading the guide’s mind about staying near the sea.

As if he was sure they would definitely succeed in conquering the Deathzone.

"Huh..."

The car went into silence for a while as they digested the implied meaning behind the summoner’s words. Yes, they would earn the right to that project. Yes, they would succeed in eliminating the Deathzone. Yes, they would have a future that each of them had dreamt of.

"You know, I thought your ancestor came from the North at first; because of your eyes and some of your sharp features," Radia spoke again after a while, putting the old book aside inside his storage ring. "And while both of your parents have mixed genes from the North and East, it turns out that your eyes have nothing to do with it."

Zein wordlessly watched the man chuckle, and after a while, called out his name. "Radia,"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you,"

Bassena glanced at the back seat through the rear-view mirror; at Radia’s calm smile and Zein’s solemn gaze.

"There’s no need," the summoner replied casually. "It’s a contract, remember? And you’ve already paid the fees."

"Hah," Zein scoffed, a smirk playing behind his mask. "I guess."

He leaned back on the leather seat, shoulder getting more relaxed. The blue eyes gazed at the grand building of the metropolis outside, the view of a busy street. The view of life.

"...in that case, can I ask for another request? I don’t care if it’s a new contract," Zein said, turning his head toward the man beside him again.

Radia didn’t even look at Zein when he replied calmly. "I already working on it."

"What?" Zein frowned slightly in confusion.

"Your request,"

"I haven’t even said anything yet..."

Radia paused for a bit before replying in a solemn tone. "Your parents’ remains," he said, prompting Zein to freeze. "You want to search for them, don’t you?"

Bassena too, widened his eyes at the guildmaster’s words, turning his head around to catch Zein shifting away slightly, shuddering.

"You are one scary man,"

Radia laughed briefly, and responded with a gracious smile. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

"It is a compliment," Zein said. After all, there weren’t many things in this world he considered scary.

Radia chuckled, just as the car turned to enter the Civil Registration Office’s complex. "We’re here," the guildmaster announced with a smile, as he saw a middle-aged man standing in attention in front of the lobby, as if eagerly waiting for someone.

And it did, although their name was more well-known in Northern Alliance. The registry itself was under the World Government’s management instead of the Eastern Federation, which showed they were truly a part of the Great Houses of the old days. _{freēwebnovel.com}

Luzein Ishtera.