Nameless King

At Sven's bar, besides himself, Osvald and Marlis were also there. They sat at the bar and occasionally drank the cocktails Sven made for them.

Osvald drank either very strong drinks like whiskey or not strong drinks, but in large volumes. The glass of beer he was holding was bigger than his head, but this was no problem for him as there were more than ten empty glasses on the bar next to him, foam dripping from them.

Marlis acted more elegant, as she preferred to order only unusual cocktails from Sven or stick to a few classics.

"Join us. Even though you were delayed, it gave me the opportunity to come up with a unique cocktail, especially for the all-too-famous Nameless King." Sven said with a slight smile as she set the glass aside.

Wain walked over and sat at the bar, finding himself between Marlis and Osvald. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, I don't mind. Now, thinking of all the previous times I've been here, I want to know. Did you know it was me right away? From the very first time I got here?"

Sven smiled with narrowed eyes, then he shook his head, "I wish I could say I did, but no. At first, I was puzzled that a mere human who hadn't even reached First Chronicle yet had a powerful soul, then I gradually attacked to learn more about you."

"Hah, so still then you were able to look into my Soul Altar. I would have easily noticed it now, but then I didn't stand a chance." Wain smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't angry with Sven at all, since he understood that he'd been saved several times.

"Yeah, that's obvious. You've gotten stronger over time, and after a few events, I had a theory that you might actually be Nameless King. However, much more I believed you were the heir, as did the others." Sven shrugged.

"Well, you've saved me a few times anyway, each of you." Wain nodded.

"Pfff, if Sven hadn't asked me, I wouldn't have done anything." Marlis snorted as she waved her hand. N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net

"Sure, that's not what I expected you to say." Wain grinned.

Crackling.

Osvald drained his beer glass, inhaled, and smiled broadly, "Marlis, why do you always react so harshly? Isn't it interesting that we worked together with Nameless King? Damn, I even taught him a skill and fought him in one of the spaces! It was fascinating!"

"In that case, it's about time I got started. I'm sure you want to ask me lots of questions, but first, you have to try a cocktail I made up just for you." Sven said calmly as his ring shone brightly.

"Of course. Show me how great your imagination is." Wain looked intently at Sven.

Sven nodded as several ingredients appeared on the bar in front of him. Oddly enough, the ingredients were as plain as could be.

"If I didn't know you, I'd think this was some kind of joke..." Wain muttered looking at the five fruits and one bottle of whiskey. In front of Sven, there was one large orange, a lemon, a pineapple, and a green apple.

"Hah, looks like you were expecting me to get some unique materials and rare plants now, didn't you?" Sven smirked as he picked up the pineapple.

Whooooooooooooooooosh.

Once the pineapple was in his hand, several white sparks flew across it, then the entire rind completely peeled off the fruit, leaving the pineapple clean.

This show elicited a slight smile from Wain, which quickly grew much wider until he laughed so loudly that it shook the whole bar like a thunderclap.

"Hmm...? Why are you laughing? I definitely did everything perfectly." Sven said with absolute confidence as he was puzzled.

"Sorry, I was just thinking how weird it looks from the perspective of someone who hasn't yet reached Second Chronicle and is just starting their journey. Rookies dream of becoming incredibly strong, so strong that they can tear down entire mountains with a wave of their hand. That's when someone with powers they can't even imagine uses them to peel a pineapple! Isn't that funny?" Wain laughed with relish.

Sven frowned, but an understanding smile quickly appeared on his face.

"Well... I agree, it actually sounds ironic. However, just because I'm strong doesn't mean I have to use it for something as primitive as pure destruction. I mean, our power has become commonplace for us, so there's nothing wrong with acting like ordinary people." Sven shrugged his shoulders before swinging his arm.

Whoooooooooooosh.

At the same moment, the peel flew off all the fruit, then a shine went through it again and it was cut into small cubes.

"Yeah... I guess you have a point." Wain nodded with a serious look.

Sven methodically squeezed the juice from all the fruit, then poured whiskey over it with plenty of ice. The cocktail was almost ready, but even something as simple as this couldn't be the way Sven made it.

"What you said in the beginning about the ingredients is completely true, as it's actually just plain fruit and whiskey. However, this cocktail is special for you since it will contain one special ingredient." Sven said calmly as he opened his palm.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space shuddered as streams of energy headed toward the palm, forming a small sphere the size of a grain. Sven could have made it bigger, but it just wasn't necessary, so he tossed the sphere into the glass and stirred all the ingredients again.

'I see... The simplest ingredients and something only Sven can give me... Well, it actually looks like a special cocktail just for me.' Wain inwardly muttered looking at the glass. It was the simplest yet most unusual cocktail he had ever seen.

Sven's energy looked even purer than Soul Pearl's, for though it was a small part, comparable to a drop in the sea, to most it would be a real treasure.