The Corporation had capitalized on the fact that Ino Agbara and Agbara Igi were the two most difficult Laws to master, also the most resourceful In travelling plus the fact that very few laws allowed for effective motion. The law of thunder was quite close in rivaling the two principles but it had some violent aftereffects that only spared the caster of the technique. These reasons were the building block of Orun Travel Corporation and had been the reason why it had existed for long.

Although, there were creatures one could use for transport. The Pegasi, Gryphoons, Giant eagles and others but owning those creatures came at a very, very high price. Often that price had cost some their souls and wealth already.

"This way, if you are en route Ilu Obatala." A shrill voice rent the mid-day air, jolting most of the commuters.

The Corporation had a very large wall that separated the transporters from the pa.s.sengers. The walls, 18 feet wide and 30 feet tall allowed for guard Irunmoles to carefully observe the crowd from up the walls and also gave them the added advantage of easily dispelling any trouble from their positions.

Down below, people of different Ilu trooped to all of the entrance points, where they asked their purpose for travelling and some other questions. On one line, a figure in long coat and gold sprinkled boots sighed.

"I thought these lines were only for organized entrance into vehicles. What's with the security clearance suddenly?" He asked.

Two others person were dressed similar to him, each donning an overall and an emotionless mask. The masks had the image of a moon with three sparkles below. Just then, a patrolling Irunmole with a stern face wearing an arm guard, a gown with a sheathed sword came by. He looked at them sternly as if he had found some discrepancies amidst them. After a short while, he raised a hand, signaling to the front.

"Ho, Mercenaries from MoonDust Alliance House. We're giving them a clear pa.s.sage. Come with me." He called, beckoning as he walked briskly to the front of the line.

The three masked mercenaries gave each other a look while the one who had spoken earlier nodded. "Good a thing they still recognize one of their financiers."

"What transport are we going to use? We really need to be fast" The smaller of the three asked, looking from face to face. Her voice sounded shaken up, like she'd been emotional just awhile ago.

"We go by Storm." The one with a middling height answered. "It will be slow but Tobias can pick up their trail easily that way."

Just then, a fourth person who had remained pretty unconcerned from the start of the conversation leaned in. "We better get moving." He said.

So saying, the four moved forward briskly. Already the guard who had called them forward was already frowning, totally displeased at the time they took before following. Beside him were two other guards, dressed in similar fas.h.i.+on. One was attending to the people on the line asking brief questions, mostly about security and giving them a stamped ticket while they dropped their mints into a pouch that got empty as soon as anything was dropped.

"Your masks, take them off!" The guard requested. The three masked irunmoles simply exchanged looks and said nothing. Seeing that, the Guard Irunmole boiled, his aura firing out.

"You will that or what?" He Asked, furiously.

"Uh… Easy." Tobias pushed forward. He'd been standing behind the three earlier, looking about. "We are from the Alliance House. And this won't be the first time we are using the corporation. You people know our rules too." Tobias said, trying to pacify everyone.

"Shey egbo eleyi bayyii(1)" The guard irunmole thundered, pointing a finger at the mercenaries while he looked at his fellow guards for support.

"Ko si ejo ni eleyi,(2), Silas. You either do as he said or leave immediately." One of the guards beside Silas said, drawing out a sword.

The crisp sound of the sword against the scabbard drew attention of Irunmoles to their side. Already, a small crowd of Experts on the wall began to congregate to the point just above the mercenaries. Up above, the sky was rumbling, an eerie feeling of a large scale technique waiting to be unleashed crept into the air.

Noise rent the air as the commuters stirred, feeling unrest brooding. The ones who could defend themselves already had symbols flas.h.i.+ng around their hands, waiting to activate a kind of defense skill while the rest, who were mostly elites, basic and messenger cla.s.sed, panicked and made to run off but were held in the lines by the patrolling guards.

"Everybody, hold still." An elderly looking Irunmole rushed from the entrance point the Mercenaries stood before. He wore a fancy blue robe that had some embroidered motifs at the wrists, arms and neck along with cowrie necklace. Looking up at the wall, he shook a trembling finger. "All of you there, return to your posts, immediately. And Tell Fayo to disable her Requiem from above. I keep telling her, to use a more subtle move instead."

He turned now, straightening his sleeves as if they had been crumpled earlier. "Now, you Knuckle heads, Out of my way." He shove at the guards in front for him. "Commuters, we are sorry for the little misunderstanding but its all sorted. I a.s.sure you that our transport system is stil the most efficient and the safest in all of the realms." He spoke, his voice suddenly spiking high that everyone heard im.

At his a.s.surance, applause and cheers went up. People began to nod at each other, occasionally casting appreciative glances towards the man.

The first guard who had spoken to the mercenaries looked miffed. He bit his lower lip, swallowing. "Headmaster, we have this under con-.."

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"Oh, save it, Silas. If I hadn't been pa.s.sing by, you would have set the corporation into war." H straightened up, smiling. "Erm… h.e.l.lo, My guards are right actually. We have orders from the Council Houses recently that every commuter was be queried and scrutinized, Properly." Headmaster stressed the last word, painstakingly, looking at the unmasked face of Tobias.

Tobias swallowed a huge lump in his throat. He didn't like the way The hEadmaster looked at him. But who was he to complain. Afterall, Headmaster was one the last surviving Experts that had beuilt the corporation eons ago.

"The rule we follow is that we do not let our faces seen as that can compromise.." Tobias was interrupted by Headmaster.

Waiving a hand dismissively, the Headmaster eyes flucntuated. "Oh surely, we all have our little rules. But the Council Houses ae supreme. I should suppose you don't follow the news, d you, Tobias?"

Tobias eyes widened. He had just been Fate Read by The Headmaste. Who knew the man could do just that too.

"You know, there's some fate irregularities, the council houses are worried, beefing up security all around now. And I don't blame them them. So many beasts are roaming the edges of the Ilus'. And demons too."

The HeadMaster simply shrugged his shoulder. The next instant, a gla.s.s cup with water appeared in his hand. H etook a sip and smiled. "I often get too drained talking. Age tells on us after all." With that, he flicked two finger on his free hand and the cup vanished.

"News has it that the Imp King has fled the captivity Trixius the great set him into. And we all know demons are vengeful creatures. Already, some demons have apprehended despite their masking their soul and transformations to Irunmole.

Each of them apprehended o the border of Ilu Obatala so you can understand why The Elder is really strict with his travel policies."

With those words, he stopped now,rubbing his hands together. A second cup appeared once he was done and he drank.

"Ah..Whats it going to be?"

As if on cue, Tobias and the two masked mercenaries looked at the smaller framed one. "Heir to the house, what do you say?"

The smaller framed one turned surprised. "W-wha…" The Irunmole exhaled, the expelled air hitting blank against the insides of the mask.

She moved her hand to her head. Hesitantly she pulled the mask off from the back of her head, letting the p.r.i.c.kly black hair rise slightly.

"Good day, Headmaster. As daughter to the Head of the Alliance House, we request unbothered pa.s.sage and I guarantee that my partners with me are people I have sought out and can veto their Specie. You have my word." She spoke, raising her head high as she portrayed the regality of a leader.

The Headmaster looked like he was going to argue as he opened his mouth but suddenly decided against it. A lean looking Irunmole with taut face wearing a shoulder sling gown stepped closer, raising a hand up to the Headmaster.

"It's fine, headmaster. If she gave you her word then she means it" The new irunmole replied. She was just about to face him, wondering who he could be to guarantee her when she caught a flash of celestial presence briefly overwhelming her.

She saw Esu in his brown fur coat and heavy brown beads,, flickering behind The Headmaster.

Startled, she gasped but it was all gone. Now, Headmaster was talking, proffering them the best possible means to use for their transport. But she hadn't been listening. Still, she followed, pondering over the words Esu had spoken to her, earlier.

"The Abefele Iruju is an illusionary blade tactic. Trust its power to confuse and strike down your enemies. However, keep your sanity, understanding that Illusions never last. "

What did that mean? The mercenaries with her had all been exasperated earlier and looked unto her to say or do something. She had spoken of course, infusing the aura from the Principle of Illusion to present her as an all powerful and ancient Irunmole, practically an MVP.

How she had been able to do that so easily, she didn't know. All she felt was a stirring within her as she spoke and suddenly royalty began to exude her body. She had felt good, seeing the way, the mercenaries called for her answer and the way HeadMaster responded.

But Illusions never last. Wasn't that what Esu meant when he said that Illusions never last.