Cameraman Never Dies

After finishing the roasted mutton chops with a side salad and a semi-decent soup, Judge wiped his mouth with a napkin. The soup was extremely good, but Judge's intransigent mind refused to allow the dish to be as good as the Worrak steak.

He let Lediya take back the tray and then decided to immerse himself back in his studies. But before he could, his sister decided to unreasonably intrude (knock on the door) upon his holy residence (his room).

Judge sighed as he got up from his seat with great effort, he sighed again after he got up and went towards the door at a leisurely pace, and then he sighed again after he opened the door. "What do you want?" Judge sighed.

His sister seemed to be disappointed in his answer, What?! Did I say something wrong? The judge thought about what he could have said wrong, but according to how he usually acts, this should be a normal response.

Then why does she look so discontent? Did she catch on to my acting? No way, I have always acted irresponsibly and indifferently in the house. Then what is the matter now? Judge was searching for answers, but before he could come to a conclusion— his sister answered his question for him with another question.

"Judge! Do you have any idea what day tomorrow is?" She raised her voice with obvious authority, making Judge shudder in fear. He felt as if he was explaining to his mother why he went out without permission.

"Uhhh... n-no?" He tried to be as polite as possible, there was no way he could beat his sister who had been taught the art of transformation, "S-sorry..." He wanted to ease the tension and make her less of a threat, "You know? I was so immersed in deciphering artifacts that I forgot about everything else."

"Artifacts?"

Judge's eyes narrowed, besides his father and grandfather, only his mother, Melina, and Dosav knew about his secret study of artifacts. "Just keep it a secret okay!" Judge fell into another trap after just escaping one, and he had to quickly fix this one.

Amber's golden eyes locked onto his ashen gray eyes for a brief second, she thought for a moment before replying, "Okay, but you still have to pay more attention to the happenings outside your room." Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Judge gave an exaggerated nod, he had no other choice but to agree, even though he had no interest in those things.

Seeing Judge's approval Amber came back to her topic, "Tomorrow is the day I depart to the wyvern house in the Wistmere city, I have to learn more about the world outside before I attend the school." She was ten years and a few months old.

She should have already left for Limdon just a month after she had turned ten years old, the month was for her to learn how to transform into an actual dragon, and also how to be less menacing and turn into a wyvern. But she stayed to leave after Judge's birthday.

After going to Wistmere, she would then stay at the Wyvern Drakonis family house and learn more about the world before she was sent to the Eldris Royal School when the new academic year started on January first.

If the schedule was too tight and one turned ten in December or November, the learning process would start earlier, but they could not leave the house before they turned ten, even if their birthday was on December 31.

"Did you come here to brag? Just because you are ten and could go out does not mean that I am jealous." Judge spoke with jealousy and envy that he was deliberately trying to hide behind his words.

"I just want to remind you to come to the docks when I leave." His sister turned and left without another word, even though she was nonchalant in her tone. Judge could clearly sense the superiority and the sentence "Haa, take that... sucker" behind her words.

Judge closed the door behind him without watching her leave, he sighed Heh, kids. They just can't wait to show off. He thought as he sighed again. Why did his parents had to have other children besides him?

Judge decided to turn his focus back onto the artifacts on his table, and fortunately, there were no intruders this time.

But the calmness did not last long as he saw a lofty figure sitting carefree on his open windowsill, drinking tea from a rather exquisite cup. His actions were like he cared nothing in this world other than himself and his tea.

Judge's warning senses were giving off their alarms like crazy, all of the windows in the mansion were specially protected by his mother against intruders— especially his since he had a great tendency to escape.

But the protective runes had no effect on this man's body as he did not show even a tiny bit of discomfort just sitting somewhere where he would be constantly attacked by the runic defense.

The man wore a cream double-breasted coat and a gray flat cap, he had a golden-rimmed monocle on his left eye, which was unusual since most wore it on their right eye. He had a sharp jawline and a trimmed beard.

He turned towards Judge, sipping another mouthful of tea from his cup which nobody had any idea why he had one. His sharp, hunter-like eyes pierced Judge, the dark iris was even more menacing.

Judge seriously wondered if he had been just a victim of random teleportation and he was interrupted while he was having his evening tea in his spare time, because that was the look he gave.

The man put down his cup after gulping down the whole tea, the cup just evaporated like it did not even exist, it just added to Judge's anxiety. He wanted to sigh, but his danger instincts told him not to move, who is he? He certainly is powerful, he does not even mind Mom's defensive runes.

"Judge," The man spoke in a calm, serious tone, "Wanna head out?"

He would have rejected the offer without a second thought— after all, 'stranger danger.' But he recognized the voice, one he knew all too well. "Dad?" he asked, his tone filled with confusion.

The voice of this man was his dad's, but the appearance— while he had no choice but to accept he was good looking— he was not as good as his father, who had red hair and golden eyes.