My Soul card is a Reaper

Sometime later;

"Lord Neremyn, this is the fountain of Arcana. The waters in the fountain contain the properties of increasing the rate of soul energy recovery for a limited amount of time."

"Lord Neremyn, this is the river of hope. It is said that more than a hundred thousand years ago, our clan founder received it from someone. The river doesn't dry up no matter how much it was used. It is currently the source of our water."

"Lord Neremyn, this is the Violet Pavilion, the highest of the seven pavilions. As you climb these gravity stairs, the pressure will increase continuously. At the top, the gravitational pressure will be 44 times that of the gravity at the ground."

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"Lord Neremyn, this tower is the famed prison of our Death clan. Here is where the elders of the Dragon clan and Sun clan were imprisoned for the past 27 years. It is said that only one person had managed to escape from this prison during the past 70 millennia."

Aspen Night was continuously explaining things to the celestial elf and Azzy quietly accompanied them.

The Reaper wanted him to acquaint himself with the elf but he couldn't bring himself to initiate any conversation with the arrogant elf that started treating him like air ever since Aspen took his role.

If not for the fact that he never visited other subordinate clans except for Crescent and Night clan districts, Azzy wouldn't even have bothered to stay with them.

Time slowly passed away. The noon arrived but the tour has almost ended for Azzy and the celestial elf. If not for the fact that the guest walked at a slow pace while roaming each and every inch of the clan village whether it is an important location or not as if he was surveying the place, not touring around.

The three of them returned to the Garcia Palace where they were properly welcomed by all the seven Pavilion masters accompanied by a few talented youngsters of different sub-clans. Gideon's clone was also one of them.

Aspen Night left the two of them at the entrance of the throne hall. Before walking through the door, Neremyn raised his eyebrows and took a glance behind, "kid, why are you following? This isn't a place for you to enter without permission."

This time, Azzy had enough of his overbearing attitude. Instead of giving any reply, he quietly passed him and entered the room. The door guards didn't stop him either.

"Oh… I guess it is because he is the main family, probably related to that new clan heir," thought the celestial elf before shrugging his shoulders and stepping inside.

Meanwhile, in the throne hall, a large round table was placed in the center but with only 7 seats.

Azzy saw five of those seven were already filled by the respective clan representatives. However, apart from them, there are also five additional representatives who were quietly standing behind their main representatives like attendants. Some of them were familiar to Azzy while some of them were not.

From the Death clan, it is Qridus Garcia and Velez Garcia.

From the Moon clan, it is their Matriarch Elyssa Moon. She was accompanied by Estella Moon. It appeared that she has gotten prettier and more doll-like as she grew up.

And representing the clan of Angels, Claire's mother and older sister were here.

Apart from them, the remaining people were unfamiliar with Azzy. Hence, he didn't pay much attention to them.

As he slowly first walked to the table, Qridus spotted him and immediately ceased his conversation with Elyssa Moon for a moment and called him. "Azrael, you are here. I was just talking about you with the guests…" he spoke with a smile. After a brief pause, he commented, "And you must be Neremyn Searvale."

The others turned their heads to look at Azzy and then at the elf. Meanwhile, Velez's face turned dark. The celestial elf that was behind him was taken aback in surprise for he didn't expect the kid to have a such high standing within the clan.

But then again, since he was here for the clan meeting representing the elves, he tried to ignore Azzy and went on greeting the rest.

"Hello… I…"

As he was about to greet them with a smile, his greetings were cut off by Azzy, "I attended the clan meeting as you have wished, Lord Qridus. But, can I really stay here as an observer?" He asked while cupping his fists and bowing to his ancestor.

"Of course, why not? Our Death clan is hosting this meeting." Qridus replied before taking a glance at the others, "Surely, the others won't mind, right?"

"It's not a bother."

"It's not a problem as long as Saint Ravens (the guardian god) doesn't mind."

"We don't mind"

"It's always a good thing for talented youngsters like him to actively participate in our events."

The clan representatives spoke one after another, giving their consent while almost forgetting about the celestial elf. He didn't even get to speak before Qridus told Azzy to stand alongside Velez.

As Azzy nodded and went toward Velez. Neremyn then voiced out, almost raising his voice, "well, I mind."

"Hmm?"

Upon gaining the attention of everyone in the room, Neremyn went on to say, "I must say that I was deeply disappointed by the Death clan's hospitality, Venerable Garcia. You didn't even bother to ask my opinion before taking such a decision. A celestial elf traveled across the worlds when there is an option of attending this meeting through projection and yet, I was treated like this."

Azzy and Velez were surprised that this elf dared to act in such a way before someone like Qridus, the one who is the closest to becoming a demigod. "He was too proud of his lineage" "Is he out of his mind?" They wondered respectively.

Meanwhile, the other clan leaders didn't take his words kindly either. But, Qridus is the one who dealt with him on behalf of everyone as Neremyn's words are directed at him.