Chapter 426 - Please help my Daughter!

"Hehe your muscles are getting bigger, just in case you didn't notice." Kaleem complimented, but doesn't this mean that in one way he has been purposely looking at Lia's arm muscles daily?

Smiling, and flexing her right arm with a curl, she asked. "You think so?"

Trying not to sound too weird, although they are dating each other, trying to keep his tone normal as well, he found a little excuse. "Definitely, all the work we are doing paid off."

A huge fan, although extremely capable of hiding it, she pointed out with a bit more enthusiasm. "You have completely buffed in size, double actually. I remember how you were like a twig when we met."

A bit shy, thinking his past is a little embarrassing, he thought it best to use his powers as a little gate way to escape the bad sides of his past. "A twig, who punched a tower down and Kidnapped a King."

Jokingly, trying to tease him once noticing what he's trying to do, Lia spoke out with a giggle interrupting her own sentences. "A very powerful twig."

The conversation of muscles although interesting at first, it turned into a teasing battle in a matter of seconds.

Hoping that it won't lead to any fights, although a little paranoid since these two kids are only playing, Saleem [Father of Kaleem] interrupted. "Kids, we all know who has the most muscle."

As he finished that little sentence, he was already mid way through flexing both his arms as he arched his back forwards, almost forming an upside down heart with his arms.

His muscles are almost the size of Kaleem's waist, a little bit bulk and textureless now considering all the meat he is chucking down, and he even has a little potbelly.

However the case, he is the only powerless [Or magicless] guy who can hurl a spear in terrifyingly fast speeds for over 50 meters, so he wins this little muscle show.

Daydreaming, Kaleem added. "I'll eventually grow as big as you pops."

Jim, feeling left out as the least muscly person here, added as he tip toed over the sand. "Brute strength doesn't matter if you don't know how to swing!"

It's nice to see Ignites and ill.u.s.tratios getting along, and actually dating... although Saleem and Jim aren't a couple obviously.

To refresh your memory a little bit, Kaleem and Lia are two people with powers who fit in the "Evolved" Category.

They are called evolved, because although their powers are based on one of the eight Sources/Demons, they don't have any of the 8 usual powers. 

Kaleem is now 19 years old, his ability is Super strength obviously. He discovered his powers while he accidentally buried his father [Saleem] with iron ore.

While, Lia the 18 year old tiny nugget who grew just an inch taller ever since these two met a year and a half ago, is indestructible.

She discovered her powers when she took a Swordfish to the face while on a boat, an extremely painful way to discover them but hey at least she is alive.

Now these four people are all piled up together in Gaster Kingdom, getting a 500 Gold Coins salary, fishing out Striped Marlins to aid this Domain's income.

...

Meanwhile, in the Gaster Castle, a Guard rushed in the dining room and with sweat breaking from his forehead, explained. "I'm sorry for interrupting my King, but a Zamerian man desperately requests to talk to you!"

A bit shocked, it came in as adrenaline rushing considering his peace being suddenly disturbed. All the King could say was, "Really? Why?" As he chewed on a piece of bread.

Knowing his responsibilities and procedures as a Guard through a situation like this, he was ready for this question and swiftly answered. "He won't tell me, I can't understand him enough but he is very scared about something."

Seeing that the situation is very sensitive, King Michael didn't bother to go to the Throne Room where a lot of Guards can hear about this delicate topic. "Bring him in here."

The Zamerian man walked in half a minute after, looking down towards his own two feet first which in one way shows a little shame but mostly well intended silence.

King Michael understood right away what's happening here, so he glanced at the Guard first then turned around to spot a couple of maids behind him and said. "Can you three give us a minute?"

He didn't say anything to Alama, and hopes that this Zamerian man under stress is open around her as well. Overall she felt happy to not get kicked out, but has enough manners to ask. "Should I get out too?"

Smiling at her, even in such a situation, the King murmured. "No please stay."

Without even waiting for the King to grant permission of speech, the second those three people left. This Zamerian man, with a small hard to notice tear breaking out and with his tone shaking, spoke. "Daughter gets help healing? She is cursed today!"

Having it a bit hard to put two and two together considering the massive language differences, this Zamerian man not understanding or speaking the Ignite/ill.u.s.tratian language enough as well.

With a calm, comforting tone King Michael asked with aims of understanding more. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand you. You think your daughter is cursed?"

And as King Michael asked that question, Alama was already two steps ahead on discovering what's happening here.

She thinks that this Zamerian man either heard some stupid rumour about his own daughter or saw her do anything abnormal.

Nodding a few times, the distressed father repeated. "Yes yes yes." And tried to explain a little bit more regarding this topic. "I see blue light."

Trying to tame this situation, he first assured. "No one can hurt your daughter with me as the Ruler. No one!" 

The King figured that since privacy was demanded, along with the request to heal his daughter, this is a loving father who doesn't want to see his own daughter being called a Dark Sorcerer. 

But for the sake of research, and understanding this situation furthermore, King Michael found it best to request. "But you are being unclear, can you bring your daughter here in the Castle so we can see. I have high doubts that she is cursed."

With firm confidence that the King is wrong about the curse, and with an upgraded hope that the King will help heal his cursed daughter, the Zamerian man nodded and walked out of the room.

A bit glad that this uncomfortable situation is half over, Alama also was curious to ask of the King's opinion. "What do you think his daughter can do?"

Puzzled, recalling that healers burst Green Light when they use their powers, King Michael stroked his beardless chin and answered. "I'm not sure... maybe it's a new form of healing?"

...

The topic obvious, sitting on his throne as he glanced upon the young lady. King Michael requested, "Show me what you can do, show me the Curse."

Looking at her left, spotting her father and waiting for him to give permission as well. She heard his encouragement a little while after, in the Ignite language even. "Do it, he banish curse."

Turning her gaze towards the King once more, without a thread of fear, a stiff face showing neither sadness or happiness, she waved her hand towards the King and a blue orb shaped glow soared across the air.

It hit the King right to the head, although he didn't feel any pain since glows like that don't have a physically impactful blow at all!

Instead, he felt his mood shift from confused and curious to fearful but too lazy to get up. These new feelings are minor, and his curiosity still wins.

A theory went through his mind, but he felt a bit lazy to arrange a few other living targets so instead he requested with his tone low. "Do it again."

Concerned, wanting him to be safe, Alama started trying to stop this with a question. "Are you sure about this?"

Giving a little sigh, stretching one word for a couple of seconds he answered. "Yes."

The second he answered this question, although the Zamerian lady a bit confused of his reactions, she got rid of those feelings of hesitation considering the King is demanding for another shot.

She waved her hand once more, and once again a blue orb shaped light flew across the throne room for 8 meters and surrounded the King's head.

And again, he felt fear along with laziness arising and taking half or so of his subconscious already. 

This is abnormal, but in another way it proved one of Alama's theories right, this Zamerian man thinks that magic necessarily equals bad.

Seeing that this is no accident, knowing that it would take a lot for himself to get scared, the King explained his theory shortly and at a low volume. "I think, your daughter is of the evolved!"