Transmigration of the Domain Bearer

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: To be young

Percy opened his eyes to white.

He stood for a moment, then started walking.

"I should have asked Lyro about this earlier. Three consecutive dreams of the exact same space. This is definitely connected to spirits

or to being a Haunted."

He walked forward and the figure came into view ahead, the same as before. It took one step toward him.

"Three steps so far." Percy noted it. "One step per dream. Is that what this is?"

The face was still too far to make out. He didn’t try. Instead he turned his attention to the space itself, moving along its edges, testing the boundaries.

It didn’t take long to reach a conclusion. The space was smaller than it appeared , roughly the width of a basketball court, the length of two. Every time he pushed toward the edges an invisible force stopped him, the same as before.

He crouched and tried to scoop the liquid from the floor into his palms. It slipped through every time, leaving nothing behind.

He lowered himself further and sniffed.

He stopped.

He looked around and found a patch of floor he hadn’t stepped on, then licked at it lightly.

"Lemon."

He straightened. "This is lemon juice."

Then the smell was gone along with it the taste too. As though it had never been there.

"Interesting."

He ran a few more tests before the white began to dissolve.

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Percy’s eyes opened to a familiar ceiling.

Knock knock.

"Wake up, brother."

He sat up and reached for the pocket watch. This time he read the engraving first, aloud inside his mind.

"I’m Ronan."

Then he checked the time. 7:30 AM.

He wound the watch with the small winder, slipped it back into his pocket, and went to the door.

Dana stood on the other side, already dressed.

"Good morning, brother."

Percy yawned. "Morning, Dana."

"Breakfast is ready. Wash up and come down."

He nodded and she disappeared back down the stairs, her footsteps quick and light on the wood.

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After breakfast Percy headed out toward the Syndicate.

He flagged down a carriage and boarded, settling back as the street moved past the window.

His attention caught on the neighbourhood playground as they rolled by , the abandoned construction site the children had claimed for their own.

He sat forward.

The ground was covered in trash. Several patches had been dug up entirely, the earth turned over and scattered like something had torn through it without much care for what it left behind.

"That looks like the work of a Poltergeist."

He scanned what he could as the carriage passed.

"Was it Lyro? Or another one?"

He settled back into his seat.

"Either is possible."

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He showed his badge at the entrance and was still turning from the guard when a voice came from behind him. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Morning, Valemont."

Percy turned. "Morning, Lyro."

Lyro raised a brow. "Not Mr. Lyro?"

Percy shrugged. "We’re the same age."

"I’m your superior."

Percy said nothing and walked on. Lyro fell into step beside him.

"I’ll let it go," Lyro said. " Since I’m in a good mood."

"Oh?" Percy glanced at him. "Did the date go well?"

Lyro smiled. "I wouldn’t call it that good. But it made progress."

Percy nudged him on the arm. "Good for you."

---

They went in together and found Fiona and Norman at the counter.

Percy greeted them first. "Good morning, Miss Fiona. Good morning, Mr. Norman."

Fiona looked up with a bright smile. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Valemont."

Norman gave a short nod.

Fiona turned to Lyro. He tipped his hat. "Morning, sunshine."

Fiona gave a brief "morning" and turned back to Percy. "Where did you and Dana disappear to yesterday? One moment you were there and...."

"Valemont. Lyro. Office."

Charles passed without slowing, glancing briefly at the counter. "Good morning, Miss Cooper."

Fiona straightened immediately. "Good morning, Mr. Charles."

Percy and Lyro looked at each other and followed without being told twice.

Charles led them in the office without breaking stride.

Craig was already inside.

Percy stepped through the doorway and stopped.

His eyes landed on the person sitting beside Craig and stayed there.

Craig rose and greeted them. The person beside him rose as well. Charles gave a single nod and moved to his seat without ceremony.

The person looked at Percy and greeted him.

Percy greeted back, his expression carefully neutral.

"Good morning, Mr. Gareth."

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"Look at you. Like a wife waiting for her husband at war."

Silia startled and straightened. She hadn’t heard anyone come in.

"Good morning, Mrs. Gracy."

Gracy covered her mouth with one hand, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. "A maiden in love, are we?"

Silia’s face went red immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about first thing in the morning , Mrs. Gracy"

Gracy made her way to her aisle and set her bag down, unbothered.

"No need to be so alarmed, Silia dear. You can fool the men in here but every woman in this shop has known about your little crush on our Percy for quite some time." She tilted her head.

"Did you really think that independent act of yours was hiding it?"

Silia buried her face in her arm. "Utter nonsense."

Gracy’s smile softened. "You know, hiding feelings like that is the recipe for a one sided love that ends sadly."

Silia looked up.

Gracy came closer and spoke plainly. "Be honest. You like the boy, don’t you?"

Silia reluctantly gave a small nod.

Gracy smiled. "Wonderful. Then go and get him for yourself."

Silia lifted her head. "But what if..."

"Hush." Gracy cut her off cleanly. "It’s not a matter of whether he would like you back. It’s a matter of leaving no regrets." She paused.

"And as I think you’ve already noticed , Percy is not going to be with us the way he was before. Whether anyone says it out loud or not, we’ve all felt it."

"But if he doesn’t come back, how would I even.."

"You don’t wait for him to come to you. You go to him." Gracy raised a brow. "Do you know where he lives?"

Silia recalled passing his street once. She nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Silia was on her feet before she had fully decided. She grabbed her bag and moved through the shop at speed, bursting through the entrance onto the street.

"Woah , easy there," Bram said, stepping aside just in time as she swept past him.

He turned and watched her disappear down the street at a near run. Then he looked back inside toward Gracy.

"What happened?"

Gracy sighed contentedly, hands clasped together.

"Oh. How wonderful it is to be young."

Bram remained in the doorway, thoroughly confused.