Half an hour after the royals left, Jake was left to his own device.

He hopped on the makeshift bed provided for him and closed his eyes.

The aftermath of the battle was still severe. He could barely walk, and the ropes binding his limbs heightened the problem.

Taking a deep breath, Jake blew out a hot gulp of air.

He was finally alone. Hence, he didn't need to keep the stiff smile on his face.

The moment he dropped it, he was relieved and back to his usual cold expression.

After looking at the top of the tent, he sighed again, 'What a sad life?'

Jake frowned when he sensed another person about to enter his tent.

From the way the person didn't knock, he was sure that it wasn't a guard.

The second he looked at the person, he sighed again, "What do you want?"

It was the person that had captured him. Despite wearing a hood, her silvery-white could be easily recognized.

To his satisfaction, he no longer felt any repulsive feelings towards the princess.

However, he knew where it came from. It was either from his [Akashic Eye] or something more unknown like the [Purple Whirlpool], which he hadn't used for weeks.

The end of the whisperings might have marked the finale of the unique relationship, but Jake begged to differ!

He had spoken to Cheyenne in another language, and he was sure she understood him. Whatever language he used was oppressive enough to make him realize he was speaking it.

Moreover, the transformation she showed oozed of divinity and magnificence.

Walking silently to the edge of Jake's bed, Cheyenne uttered, "we need to talk."

"About what," Jake replied.

Hesitating a bit, Cheyenne asked, "Do you understand what happened in the battle?"

Jake could already see the angle she was coming from.

He divulged, "No, I do not understand."

His words left Cheyenne dumbfounded as she expected to get a good answer.

Wrinkles appeared on her face as she analyzed her battle. Frankly speaking, she barely understood what had happened to her.

All she knew was that ever since her mother died, she had begun subtly changing. 

Her emotions were more frozen and pride was more firm. She was more serious than ever.

The worst and best part of all, she seemed to have no problems with cultivating. If not for her talent limits, she might probably be stronger than her father right now.

Coupled with the strange pieces of information that filled her brains, she was able to rise in strength quickly, possibly faster than anyone on the continent.

This definitely alarmed her, but she could not reveal the changes to anyone before she understood it herself.

She also made it her goal not to totally lose her personality, keeping her troublesome self.

However, she met her first setback when she encountered a strange boy called Jake.

He managed to lit a fire in her heart that called for violence and urging in her to tample on all those that dare play with her. Due to her control over her emotions, she was able to control them perfectly… until their last battle.

She was at the point of death when something came out of her. No, that was not the best way to describe it!

Rather than something coming out of her, it was her that came out of her shell. Memories began to fill her brain and she became more confused.

In the little time that the transformation occurred, she focused on her priorities and defeated Jake, securing access to clues about her mother.

After that, she found herself swimming in a borderless sea, with no clear path. That was why she came here, to the one person that was able to agitate, not once, but twice, the things hidden in her.

Nonetheless, now that she got a sad reply, she fell into a pit of depression, "Is that so?..."

With a slow slowly, she walked out of the tent, but before she could leave Jake hollered at her, "I saw something!"

Those three immensely cold words from Jake sparked life into Cheyenne.

Despite being naturally independent, she knew she had to consult someone for help.

Jake, on the other hand, had no reason to tell Cheyenne, but he actually saw something.

"I will only tell you if you free me," bargained Jake.

Sure, if it was any other time, he would be curious about Cheyenne, but his safety mattered above all.

Moreover, he wanted to see how desperate Cheyenne was. It was interesting that the all-mighty Cheyenne wasn't invincible when it came to life problems.

The reveal of Jake's skill had made her fight to the death and now, he wanted to see if she had the same drive.

"No, I can't do that," muttered Cheyenne.

She was sad and all, but she had to respect her family's wishes to keep Jake in check. She, herself, knew how dangerous he could become if allowed to walk freely.

An emotionless voice came from Jake, "Oh, is that so? I definitely saw something otherworldly, but if you don't want to know, then it's your problem."

Prying on her weakness, he taunted her, "Say, Cheyenne. Are you really the daughter of the king and queen?"

"What sort of question is that?" retorted Cheyenne.

Due to her current mindset, she had no idea that she was doing exactly as Jake wanted.

"I'm just curious. I'm sure it's the same for your siblings. You know, I wasn't the only one to see your transformation. Those scouts that you had also were there. They would have probably reported their sightings to the king," teased Jake.

He aggravated her further, "You know how rumors spread, from one person to another. By now, almost everyone would possess doubts about your identity in their minds. What is even funnier is that you don't have anything to defend your identity "

Jake continued taunting Cheyenne, "You didn't inherit your father's bloodline, nor your mother's talent. It could be said that your transformation was a unique ability you were born with, but we all know that's not true. Unique abilities manifest at birth, or at least they show signs of manifesting. Yours was too random. Your transformation resembled a bloodline transformation, which would only make them doubt further."

Jake had analyzed every information he had on her and arranged it for her to hear.

His goal was to make her more insecure. He hoped that she would choose to free him, but he knew it wasn't going to happen. So, he was just enjoying himself, taunting her.

He was able to send her away with just a few words, but when she gained back control of her emotions, they would talk again.

'All of this in one day,' smiled Jake after he was truly alone.

He just wanted to sleep as with the ropes on him, he could not cultivate.

It did not matter to him as he could use the time he had with him to digest all of the knowledge he read from the library in his head.

............…

While Jake was in thoughts, on the other side of the Aztec's temporary camp, Caspian sat attending to a few issues in a well-lit tent.

He was about to designate a few tasks when a guard softly informed him from outside the tent, "Your Highness, the wolf is here."

Caspian eye's sparkled as, in the next moment, he appeared outside the tent and headed in a particular direction.

It didn't take long to get to his destination. It was an open area, but what got Caspian's interest was a large black wolf with only one functioning eye that was cuddling with Conan.

Like a child, he shouted happily at the wolf, "Wolfy."