Tori Transmigrated - Chapter 169: You Don't Go to This School

Chapter 169: You Don’t Go to This School

“One coin for Fifi.”

“Thank you, Auntie!” The little girl clutched her shiny gold coin that Tori won from Gideon against her with gleaming eyes.

“One coin for Robi.”

“Thank you, Auntie Tori.” The boy in the wheelchair smiled as he accepted the coin.

“One coin for Marco and one for Mateo.”

“Thanks, Cousin Tori!” The twins extended their hands to accept the coins.

Tori lifted the last gold coin from the velvet pouch. “And the last coin for Ilyana.”

“Yay!” A bright smile filled Ilyana’s pretty face as she held out her hands. Across from her, Gideon’s face twisted with disbelief.

“Why does Agafonova get one?” he almost scoffed.

Tori sneered. “Don’t tell me what to do with my money.”

“Tori has to stay and make cream puffs for the gaming booth, so I’m taking the kids around for her,” Ilyana replied as she looked at Fiona, who smiled back with a cheesy grin. “Are you ready to look around?”

Fiona nodded. She turned to Kasen and reached for his hand. As she grasped it, she tugged him forward. “Daddy, come with me. I’m rich now. I’ll buy you something good.” Kasen grinned.

Robert choked back a scoff. “You’re not going to buy me anything?”

Fiona gave her older brother a deadpan look. “Auntie Tori gave you a coin, too. Don’t try to cheat me.”

“You two keep your money. It was hard earned by your Auntie Tori,” Kasen said as his large hands ruffled both their heads.

Sebastian’s eyes crinkled up. “I’m the one who partook in the challenge, though…?”

“You weren’t the one making the bet,” Kasen replied as he ushered his children and the twins forward. He looked towards Ilyana. “Miss Agafonova, if you’ll please lead the way.”

“We’ll go row by row so we don’t miss anything!” Ilyana marched forward. Sebastian and Idunn followed behind Kasen and the children, reminiscing about their own time in Lycée years earlier.

Tori looked towards Axton and Piers. “You two aren’t going?”

“I’m going to try the advanced challenge,” Axton said. He eyed the space with a glint of anticipation on his face, as if he were making some sort of strategy after watching Piers and Sebastian try it first.

Tori nodded and looked towards Piers. “You’re going to watch Axton?”

“I will wait for your cream puffs,” Piers told her. “I can help.”

“It’s a delicate process and I have to move quickly,” Tori said as she motioned for him to follow her to a small outdoor kitchen area prepared under a tent between the exhibition area and the Tabletop Gaming Club’s tent. It was also used as a place to keep the snacks and chilled drinks for both clubs. “You can cut strawberries.”

“I’m good with a knife.”

“I can help, too!” Gideon scrambled after his brother, only to receive an unimpressed and annoyed look from Tori.

“There can’t be too many people in the kitchen, or you’ll get in the way,” Tori told him. “Go and help with the club.”

Deflated, Gideon returned to the tent. Tori immediately began preparing the pre-measured ingredients to make cream puffs while making Piers wear an apron. After a few minutes, Axton appeared in front of them.

“Is there a limit to how many times someone can do the advanced challenge?” he asked, slightly sweaty and still wearing a gambeson.

“No, but they can’t keep trying continuously, or they’ll hog the challenge and no one else can try,” Tori said with a frown. She squinted her eyes. “How many times have you done it?”

“Twice in a row and then Kowalski said I have to wait again.”

“The Captain is right. Wait for five challengers to go through and then you can do it again,” Tori said.

“What is your score?” Piers asked without taking his eyes off the bowl he was tasked with mixing.

Axton’s eyes shifted. “What does score matter? I just wanted to try it.”

“It’s low,” Piers said, as if confirming his answer.

Axton’s face turned rust colored. “It’s not a low score!”

“It’s lower than mine.”

“Of course, it’s lower than yours! I’m not a monster trained by a monster!” Axton choked with a glare.

“Then what was your score?” Tori held back a grin and tried to ask ‘innocently’. An incoherent mumble came from him, and Tori raised a brow. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Fifty-two! I got fifty-two out of a hundred!” Axton scowled and Piers glanced at him with some pity.

“That’s more than half and it was meant to be a challenging level,” Tori said. “That’s pretty good for a normal person.”

It was meant to offer him comfort, as Piers and Sebastian were outliers, but Axton’s expression worsened, looking more affronted. “I’m technically a ranked imperial knight!”

“I know,” Piers replied as Tori took the bowl from him. “I am embarrassed for you.”

Axton stared at him for a moment. He looked at Tori and crinkled his eyes. “Do you hear what he’s saying?”

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s a challenge for a reason. You know what, ask some of the other escort knights to try. I’m sure they’ll get about the same,” Tori told him to placate him.

“What do you think Senior Kasen will get?” Piers asked.

“Like seventy or eighty. Ninety at the most.” Kasen wasn’t as good as Sebastian with a sword, but he was still an overachiever with one.

Axton scowled. “Then eighty should be my goal.” He turned back towards the exhibition area. “Kowalski! Tori said I can go again!” He stormed out towards the ring, and Tori squeezed the pastry onto a baking pan.

She was letting the first pan of baked puffs cool while carefully watching the oven when Kasen returned with Fiona, who was flushed and sweaty. The weather for the Spring Festival was usually mild that time of year, but today was surprisingly warm. It would be great for the Spring Festival in the delta, where there was a cool ocean breeze, but not so much in a stuffy landlocked city.

“Auntie, no one is selling chilled drinks,” Fiona lamented. “I thought there would be chilled drinks here. This is a traveler!”

“Travesty.” Kasen corrected her softly.

“Travesty!” Fiona cried out.

Tori chuckled and lifted a handkerchief to pat Fiona’s sweaty face. “Why did you think there would be chilled drinks here?”

“Because there are chilled drinks in Viclya and my friends there said that during their Spring Festival, all sorts of food and drink is sold, even the chilled drinks and popsicles!” Fiona, like the rest of the children in their family, was now well-versed in what foods were available at the delta.

She was too young to get a ‘snack card’ that Ava and the others got, as Kasen thought Fiona would fill up on junk food, so Robert had to use his snack card to monitor his sister.

“Do you want a strawberry fruit slush?” Tori asked in a soft voice as Fiona nodded her head shyly. “Okay, Auntie will make you a fruit slush.”

Tori checked on her cream puffs once more before grabbing an empty bowl, throwing in a bunch of diced strawberries, a little water, and a little citrus juice. She adjusted her bracelet to press ice calcite against the side of the bowl and then began to stir madly as she chilled the bowl and the contents. The water began to crystalize with the strawberry mush. Tori sprinkled in a little sugar.

When the consistency was more ‘drink’ and less ‘frozen dessert’, she poured it into a cup and handed it to Kasen, who still stood with Fiona in one arm.

“Daddy will test it for poison first,” Kasen said as he slowly brought it up to his lips to tease his daughter. Fiona’s face paled and she looked as if someone had stolen her soul.

“Auntie wouldn’t poison me!” she cried out and grasped her adopted father’s hand to stop him. “No!”

“Okay, okay,” Kasen chuckled and handed the small cup to her. Fiona pouted and clutched the cup against her protectively. She lifted it and took a drink.

“Ah!” She let out an exaggerated refreshed sigh and nodded. “Okay, Daddy can have some, too. It’s not poisoned. I checked.”

She pushed the cup against his face and Kasen carefully took a sip as she held it in place. Tori chuckled and pulled out her cream puffs before putting in another pan to bake. As they cooled, Kasen wandered out with Fiona once more.

Tori glanced around and poured the remaining fruit slush into another cup and quietly slid it to Piers. “Drink it before the kids come back.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he picked up the cup. He finished the contents just as Axton returned with a proud grin. “Eighty-two, not bad…is that a fruit slush?”

His grin immediately dropped, and he looked at the empty bowl on the counter. “Is there anymore?”

“There was only a little left after Fiona took her drink,” Piers replied. The cup he placed back on the counter was taller than his fist and had been nearly filled. The remains of where the slush had been were still around the glass. It was clearly not ‘a little’.

Axton narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll make you one, too. Piers, slice some more strawberries,” Tori said.

Piers let out a small hum, but did as he was told. Their little kitchen area was partially hidden by a tree, so few people saw the first prince of Soleil cutting strawberries in an apron. Unfortunately, the Emperor was not like most people, and he not only spotted his eldest upon arriving, but came over.

“Why are you wearing an apron?” He wore the glasses that changed his eye color and a brown wig, but was still backed by two familiar imperial knights in civilian clothing. Without advertising his silver-white hair, he looked just like any other wealthy middle-aged parent attending the festival.

“Sir, this section is not for guests,” Piers said as he continued to cut strawberries without looking up. “Please return to the exhibition area.”

The Emperor stared at his son with a dull, but mildly annoyed look. “Are you not also a guest?”

“I am assisting the club.”

“You don’t go to this school.”

“I’m an alumnus.”

“I am also an alumnus.”

Piers paused for a moment. “You’re old.”

The Emperor glared. “Just give me a cream puff for your mother.”

Tori piped some custard into a cooled puff and dusted it with some powdered sugar before putting it on a small plate to hand to one of the knights. “Is ‘Aunt Nika’ trying the advanced challenge?”

“What do you mean I can’t go again? Just one more! Axton! Get Tori!” The Empress’ firm voice filled the area and Tori let out a heavy breath.

“It’s two chances in a row and then she has to wait for five other challengers to finish so as not to stop others from trying,” Tori said and gave the Emperor and his knights a determined look. “Please follow the challenge rules or we will have to ban you.”

One of the knights went to speak to the Empress and a moment later, she appeared beside the counter with an irritated expression.

“What kind of challenge is this? They’re just hurling pinecones at me!” she said with a huff. Her husband took the cream puff from one of the knights and put it in front of her.

“It’s fresh. Have some,” he told her in a gentle voice. Still frowning, the Empress snatched it from the plate and bit into it. Tori could almost feel the Empress’ annoyance fade as she ate the cream puff. “What did you score? You’ve been practicing, but I heard it was much more challenging than the normal one,” the Emperor asked.

The Empress froze. Her eyes narrowed. “Forty-five.”

“That’s not bad-”

“That’s less than half.” Piers cut off Tori and she pursed her lips. She shot him a look.

“Forty-five pinecones when they’re being thrown at you indiscriminately is quite good,” she said. When she’d tried it, she was a bit overwhelmed and that was with her fellow swordsmen throwing with only partial strength so as not to hurt her. It was chaotic and anything close to half was good in her opinion. She only managed thirty…not that she would tell Piers or her brothers.

However, Piers had a much higher standard. The Empress glared at him.

“And what did you get?” she asked in a sharp voice.

“I parried all of them.” He said it as if it were both obvious and unimpressive an achievement as his mother’s face wrinkled with irritation. Tori quickly poured a fresh batch of strawberry slush into other cups and quickly handed them out to try to defuse the situation.

“So far, only Sebby and Piers have gotten all hundred pinecones. Kasey hasn’t tried yet, but he went to take the kids around with the others,” Tori said in a light voice. “Try the slush. It’s something cool on a hot day.”

“Guevera!” Gideon’s familiar voice made her snap her head up. Axton, who’d just arrived and took the last remaining cup of slush, held it close to his body and turned it away from the approaching second Prince.

Gideon looked a bit frazzled, and Tori sighed. What was with this family? “Yes, Your Highness?”

“Give me your oven. The baking club needs it.”

Piers frowned. “You are demanding and not asking?” He narrowed his eyes, and his brother shrank back.

“The oven? Why? They have almost half the school’s carnelian ovens.” Tori ignored Gideon’s demand and also frowned. Her first thought was that the ovens were defective, but they were thoroughly evaluated and Lycée had owned them for a while now. No problems with the units had been brought up. It couldn’t have been that they were worn out already, even with the baking club’s usage.

“Several other clubs are using the spare ovens,” Gideon told her.

Tori stared at him. “Yes. We are also one of those clubs that is using the spare oven.” The portable crystal-powered ovens themselves weren’t property of the baking club alone; they were communal school property that would be shared where needed. Using one for the Spring Festival was first come first serve and Tiff had all but camped out waiting for the signup sheet to be approved by an instructor to ensure that they’d get at least one oven for the cream puffs.

Outside of the baking club, the Tabletop Gaming Club was the first to secure one.

Gideon ran a hand down his face. “Can they borrow this one or not?”

Tori tilted her head back and sighed. “I’m almost done using this. It’s still hot, so get an advisor from the baking club to help move it. Also get baking club members to help clear the way to keep anyone from running into it and touching the hot surface while it’s being moved.”

Gideon and Fabian nodded and rushed off.

“Something’s not wrong with the ovens, is there?” Henrik asked with a frown. He’d come over when he heard the commotion. The ovens were one of the biggest sellers the delta had. The amount of time they saved, control they provided, and smoke they prevented made them highly sought after for large households and commercial use.

Tori shook her head and watched Gideon and Fabian rush off. “It shouldn’t be. It’s far too early for the ovens to need repairs, unless something happened to them, or they were used incorrectly. Maybe I should go check.” She was heavily involved in the process, after all. If it were something she could fix, it would be more convenient.

“Cousin Tori! Cousin Tori!” Marco rushed up to her, panting and out of breath. “There’s a fight at the baking club!”

Tori was already removing her apron with wide, excited eyes. “Tiff, I’ll be back!” She shouted over her shoulder, bypassing Piers and Axton as she ran after her cousin. She didn’t notice that they’d followed her.

When she reached the baking club, which was in a choice spot in the central courtyard, just across from the main gates, there was a crowd and people were yelling. Tori squeezed her way through and found that the current president of the baking club and several other members were chastising Alessa.

Huh…no wonder Gideon wanted to get the oven.

“Senior Wright, I’ve gotten permission from the Tabletop Gaming Club to use their oven. It’ll be fine!” Gideon said as he somehow managed to get behind the tables and into the cooking area.

“Your Highness, it’s not only about that! Miss Hart broke five of the ovens!” Senior Wright threw his arms in the air and looked extremely frustrated. “It’s only the first day of the festival; how are we going to bake with no ovens the rest of the week?”

“…Can you not recall the other ovens?” Fabian asked.

Tori squinted her eyes and glared at him. The other ovens were currently being used by separate clubs. The baking club had the most ovens. This wasn’t in any way fair. She opened her mouth to protest, but Senior Wright spoke up first.

“Mr. von Dorn, the baking club does not own the ovens. The other seven were allocated to other clubs and we would be remiss to call them back because one of our members broke all five of ours!”

“Well said!” Tori turned her head and saw Ilyana nodding earnestly as she stood nearby between Ewan on her right and Fiona on her left. All three were watching the drama as if it were a show and eating what looked like potato chips from paper bags.

“Where did they even get those…?” Tori muttered under her breath.

“I didn’t mean to, Senior! We set up late and I thought we could speed up the baking a bit if I used a charm to heat them faster so we could start sooner,” Alessa said with a flushed face. She kept her head lowered and shrank her shoulders back.

Several other members of the club, as they were all wearing hunter green aprons with the school’s logo embroidered in gold, looked at her with mixtures of frustration and helplessness.

“Baroness, do you know how to use charms? Where did you get them?” Senior Wright narrowed his eyes. Alessa chewed on her bottom lip and didn’t answer immediately.

“She got them from me.”

Tori straightened up. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Montan. She stood in place as he made his way to the front of the crowd and bowed his head in apology.

“The heating charms are from me for heat regulation last winter,” Montan said.

Senior Wright frowned. “And you told her to put them in the oven?”

“No-”

“I would hope not,” Kasen’s firm voice came from behind Ilyana and Fiona. He had a stern look on his face. “The ovens are crystal powered, and charms must be properly synced with crystal energy to work.”

“It’s done naturally when the user charges both of them, but contrasting energies from different users will cause fluctuation in the energy that will likely negate or destroy one or both of the energy channels if they have not been properly managed,” Robert said from his wheelchair. Tori caught Kasen’s proud look as he glanced at Robert. He lifted a hand on top of Robert’s head.

That was also one of the first things Tori learned from her brothers and she didn’t normally think about it because she usually used her own crystals and charms. When she didn’t, the users who charged the items were familiar with her and properly set them up to sync to avoid an explosion.

Her lecture from both her brothers and Instructor Ignatius had been long and tedious.

Montan lowered his head even further. “I’m sorry. I will pay for the damages.”

Tori rolled her eyes. Money solved a lot of things, but there were other options that didn’t leave the baking club without ovens for the rest of the week. Tori lifted her arm to draw attention to herself. “Senior Wright, let me take a look.”

Several senior members of the club saw her and looked as if they’d seen a beacon of light. Tori made her way into the booth and adjusted her bracelet. She moved her hand over the ovens and frowned. They were still warm to the touch, so she drew out the heat to cool them down.

She opened the oven door of the topmost oven and looked inside. The ovens had two carnelian bars on the top and bottom that heated up the cooking space when activated. The bars all had familiar cracks.

Tori frowned. “Where is the charm?” Tori looked at Alessa and Alessa hesitantly pointed to the side of the fifth oven next to the one Tori opened. The ovens were stacked to make a small wall. Tori walked around and looked at the half-burnt charm still stuck on the side.

It was a normal heating charm used to warm up the body or room during cold days. Before she had crystal heaters and air conditioners installed in the carriages, Kasen had her use charms to keep the inside warm or cool.

“Robi, what can you tell from this charm?” Tori looked up and saw that Kasen had wheeled his son closer. Robert squinted and lifted his hand.

“Hold on, let me cool the oven,” Tori said. She drew out more heat and Robert thanked her softly before touching the charm.

“The energy signature is the same as that man’s,” he said, pointing to Montan. “It was charged for slow energy release…perhaps four to six hours. The characters I see are only for energy release…the rest is burnt off. I can’t tell the rest, Dad.” Robert looked up with disappointment, but was only met with Kasen’s pleased and affectionate smile.

“That is more than enough. Very good, Robi. You’ve worked very hard.”

Robert flushed and nodded.

Tori patted his shoulder as well. “I have such a talented nephew. Keep up the hard work, Robi.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

Tori looked up and continued to check all the ovens. The charm essentially short-circuited all the ovens, as they were placed on top of and next to each other. Every oven’s carnelian heating rods were cracked. The oven that had the charm pasted on it had shattered the carnelian. Thankfully, the door kept any shrapnel from flying out and hurting others.

“My lady, are you able to fix it?” the club’s vice president asked in a tentative voice.

Tori shook her head. “Once a crystal is violently shattered due to an energy surge, it can’t be put back together and used the same way.” At least, not yet. They were trying to figure out if they could do so at Anahata Island. “But we had designed the ovens so that parts could be replaced easily. As you know, the quartz powering them can be removed for recharging. The rods can as well, in case they are damaged. Let me make a call.”

Tori gave the baking club members a reassuring smile and stepped to the side. “Call Lions Gate Home Appliances.” She held her comcry up and casually stood in the shade of a tree. Fiona bounced over to offer her some chips and Tori took one.

“Good day, my lady. This is Alvin.”

“Hello! I am calling about replacement rods for ovens model….” Tori glanced back at the ovens. “Home3. There was a bit of a user error, and we need twenty replacement carnelian rods. Can you send a technician to Lycée du Soleil to deliver and install them?”

“Of course, my lady. Technician Molnar is already in Horizon and has spares for that model. I will contact him to confirm and have him call you.”

“Wonderful, thank you! See you at the festival this weekend.” Tori ended the call and saw hopeful eyes fixed on her. “Well, good news. One of our technicians is nearby and has some spares. Hopefully enough for at least two or three ovens for use this afternoon. If he doesn’t have extras, I’ll have them delivered by tomorrow morning. Until then, we’re done with the oven at the Tabletop Gaming club, so you can use it today until the ovens are fixed.”

The baking club seemed to let out a collective breath of relief and several of them thanked her profusely. Tori shook her head, reminded them that the ovens did have a three-year warranty where parts and maintenance were covered.

“You’ve saved us this time, my lady. Thank you,” Senior Wright told her with glistening eyes.

“My lady, I will have some members drop off pastries to your clubs once the ovens are fixed,” the vice president said.

“Sure thing.” She turned her head and saw Gideon still standing there. “Your Highness, you are supposed to gather people to help bring the other oven here.”

“Do not slack.” Piers sent a firm look at his brother and Gideon flushed, embarrassed.

“My apologies! Can I borrow an instructor and a few club members to help escort the oven here?”

As the crowd thinned out, Kasen peeled off the charm and walked towards the small group. Since Ewan was there, Tori went to greet him. He’d come with a bunch of La Garda students, but they’d all migrated to the exhibition area and the games. Ewan would’ve gone with them, but he ran into the group first and went to greet his masters.

His eyes were wide with awe as he looked at Sebastian and Idunn. “Really? I can go?”

“You will of course be on my side,” Sebastian said in a confident voice. “As my pupil.”

Ewan looked stunned. “Then…Prince Piers will also be on your side, Master?”

“Prince Piers and Cousin Sebastian are two of the best swordsmen in the empire,” Mateo said with a frown. “Isn’t that unfair to Cousin Idunn’s side?”

“Cousin Idunn, our mom is pretty good,” Marco told the tall blonde woman. “If you want, we can urge her to play on your side.”

Idunn smiled softly and stroked the boy’s hair back. “It is unnecessary. What matters most is strategy in the war games and I’ve already secured Uncle Rom.”

Tori saw the corner of Sebastian’s eye twitch. “My own uncle….” her brother grumbled.

“Master, I also think it is a bit one-sided for both of us to be on the same side during the war games,” Piers said as he stood behind her. “I should also be on Lady Idunn’s side.”

Idunn looked pleased with this. “If that is your wish, I will of course welcome you.”

Sebastian stared at Piers with disbelief. “I spent so long training you. No matter what weather and how much trouble, I came to train you, and this is how you repay me?”

“You made me practice outside,” Piers said in a dull voice. “I got dirty.”

Tori muffled a snort. She looked at Axton. “Which side are you playing on?”

Axton shrugged. “I’ll follow Piers.”

Piers nodded with approval. Gideon had returned and was attracted by the conversation. He made his way closer once the oven was dropped off and looked at them curiously. “What are you going to play? Is it a game?”

Sebastian didn’t answer. His displeasure with Gideon had not subsided. Idunn answered instead.

“The Southern March celebrates weddings with war games,” Idunn told him. Tori watched Gideon’s face sink with shock.

“War games?”

“It’s not as serious as it sounds,” Axton said with a smirk.

“A half day’s travel outside of Presidio are training grounds for our knights and before the wedding of a ruling marquis or their children, there is a three-day war game where one side represents one of the engaged partners. There are two old fortifications. Each has an object hidden inside. There are thirty active players on each side, and they must defend the object to keep it or try to steal the other side’s object,” Tori told him. “The side that wins are said to be the dominant partner.”

“It’s all in good fun. That part is a bit of a joke, though,” Sebastian chuckled.

“I don’t know,” Kasen said with a knowing look. “The last few games were telling.”

“Grammy’s side won during their games,” Tori said.

Sebastian waved his hand dismissively. “She had practically all her O’Tuagh brothers on her side.”

“Mama won theirs,” Tori added.

Sebastian snorted. “I don’t think we need games to show that Mama is the dominant partner.”

“Uncle Renzo won, and Auntie Lucia’s side won,” Kasen confirmed.

Sebastian looked at his brother. “Then, who do you think will win this time?”

“Idunn’s.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “You are my brother and playing on my team.”

“I’ll work hard, but cannot guarantee a victory.”

“Tori, who do you think will win?” Sebastian said, looking back at her.

Tori pursed her lips. “I don’t want to take sides and hope for a draw.” It’s probably going to be Idunn’s side, let’s be honest. She has godfather and Piers.

“What happens if it’s a draw?” Gideon asked.

“Nothing. It’s just a draw. It’s for fun,” Tori said with a shrug.

“Can I participate?” Gideon asked. At his side, Fabian also looked a bit interested.

“I have some spots open,” Idunn said. “Tori cannot make it, as she is practicing the blessing dance before the wedding.” Tori nodded her head.

She wanted to go, but she had to do several trial runs with her costume and everything before the wedding.

“You have to be an adult to participate and there is a chance you can be injured,” Kasen told them. “While the weapons used will be blunt and projectile weapons are prohibited, many often get scrapes, bruises, and occasionally a broken bone or concussion.”

Gideon’s eyes slowly crinkled up. “What is wrong with your family?”

Piers shot him a silencing glare and Gideon paled. “It is an honor to be invited to participate in a Guevera wedding war game.”

“Dad, can you use charms?” Robert asked as he looked up. Kasen nodded.

“Limited to energy charms. As we’ve discussed, there are many regulations to charm usage, especially when it involves others outside the user,” Kasen told him. “If a charm is used improperly and harms others outside of the user’s normal available skills, such as manipulation as opposed to having better stamina to fight, those of us who are sensitive to energies can track them to the creator to be brought in for questioning. What is the punishment if they are found guilty?”

Robert furrowed his brows as his father seemed to test him on what he’d learned so far. “It depends on the action. It can be as low as a fine and service time.” His eyes rose and looked past Tori. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Montan standing a few paces away. Robert seemed to look at him with disapproval. “And at worst, death.”