Titan's Throne

Chapter 7- Pure Genius

Chapter 7- Pure Genius

The girl stuttered, "Y-you! How did you?"

Bastian replied, "You can ask me whatever you want, but I can't guarantee that I will answer."

Ben saw that his master had thrown the girl's words right back at her. He was very pleased at seeing her distressed look. There was something, however he didn't quite understand.

"Master, what did you mean by 'House' and 'Custodian'?"

Bastian was about to talk, when he was interrupted by the girl, "Don't you dare tell this filth anything, or else!"

"Or else what?" Bastian looked straight at the girl, as he challenged her. "I can keep quiet if you want, but in return I want you to answer a few of my own questions. Of course, I will take an oath to the heavens to never tell anyone!"

The girl looked very unhappy. Her brows creased, as if she were contemplating something. After a few breaths worth of time, she sighed.

"Very well, I will answer your questions, but first you have to tell me how you got to know about this." said the girl in resignation.

Bastian replied, "Sure, but I'm going to have you take an oath also!"

The girl responded, "Fair enough, I will keep whatever secret you reveal."

Bastian grinned mischievously, "Nope, the nature of your oath will be slightly different to what you think."

The girl didn't know why, but Bastian's grin gave her a bad premonition, like the calm before a storm.

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Let's go back to the events that occurred the day before

"Are you, or are you not, a Mark Bearer?"

Bastian was surprised by what the little girl had said. He never expected her to know about the whole Mark Bearer thing. Heck, even the previous owner of this body didn't know, although truth be told, he was a sheltered brat so, he didn't know a lot of things!

"Yes, I am." Bastian didn't really care whether or not she knew, he was however curious to know what made her ask. "What made you think I was one?"

This knowledge could be useful in the near future, to prevent anyone else from knowing. Although Bastian didn't understand the situation of mark bearers, he couldn't help but be careful, should this information be valuable.

"Your hair, most Mark Bearers from the Southern Grasslands have purple hair." The girl looked relieved when she heard that Bastian was indeed a mark bearer.

Bastian was surprised, "That's it? Just from my hair?"

"Purple hair isn't as common as you would think, besides I didn't know, I was just trying my luck, and it seems my hunch was right."

Not to mention the Incado grass didn't affect you. Only beings with a powerful soul could survive such a thing....

Bastian was not pleased, it seems he was over thinking. The girl had simply taken advantage of his lack of common knowledge. He also felt that this girl was keeping something from him. Plus he also had the feeling that she was not easy to deal with, so he temporarily brushed that thought aside.

"So why do you want to know whether or not I am a Mark Bearer?" he asked the girl

Quietly she told him, "I have a plan, one that could get us out of this situation, and it requires you to be a Mark Bearer."

Bastian couldn't help but look confused, "How would it help?"

"It seems you have only recently become a Mark Bearer, otherwise, you would have known the advantage the Mark has over normal people," said the girl, her eyes looking bored, almost as though she didn't want to explain herself, but had no choice. She continued, "Once you become a Mark Bearer you gain many abilities, some of which I'm sure you know already."