"Biaskoncy, please get me the usual. They should know in the kitchen. Oh, and while we're at it. Bring something for the guests too." Kamu grinned, whereupon the aforementioned one stood up with a nod and hurried out of the room.
"You... You..." Kele, who was standing right behind Teveli, started, but couldn't get any further.
"Me, me, me, what?" The other Teike boy blinked with an innocent face.
"Did you seriously change my memories?!" Kele's hands clenched into fists and he looked at his brother with an angry face. "You had no right to!"
"Would you rather have lived with the knowledge that our father constantly beat us? Thank God Keche was too young for him to do anything to her." Kamu's cold answer came. "As I said when I plunged the dagger into his heart, he was no longer our father. Our father died, along with our mother." He announced seriously.
"Even then..." Kele started again, before Teveli raised his hand to stop him.
"He wanted you not to remember the horror. I would rather say thank you." He folded his arms in front of him. "So you were able to take on a ghost form while alive?" The boy asked Kamu, who smiled faintly before folding his arms in front of him and nodding his head slightly to the right in response.
"You are also able to do it. How do you think you can switch with the Zovárd?" He gestured towards the aforementioned boy. "It's called possession. Every soul occupies a body, you just push out the soul, but since a living soul cannot remain without a body, for lack of a better place, it occupies the nearest suitable body, yours, and that's it all." He snapped his fingers, as if to say it was no big deal.
"How did you..." Teveli started the question, to which Kamu replied with a chuckle.
"I recognize my family's ability." He smiled broadly, which made the boy's eyes widen.
"What?" The question came out of him.
"What can't you understand about it? You're currently the youngest Teike. Speaking of which, while we're at it!" He thought for a moment. "When we're done here, we'll find your uncle and start teaching you how to use the ability, because it's fucking annoying that you have no idea what you're doing." He shook his head.
"Hey!" Teveli was about to get angry, but at that moment the door opened and people dressed in black entered, led by Biaskoncy, with bowls full of food in their hands.
"Dinner is here!" Kamu clapped his hands happily and rubbed them together. "Thank you." He nodded towards the people who had neatly unloaded the food on the table.
"We hope everything will meet your expectations Vietryk." One of the people bowed when everything was unloaded.
"I'm sure I won't be disappointed. Well, go about your business." Kamu smiled faintly, and when his people had all left his office he clapped again. "Bon appetit, people! Help yourselves." He spread his arms. "You can eat in peace, Biaskoncy." He noted without even looking up from his own plate.
"Thank you, Ishán." Biaskoncy lowered his head and started eating, although much slower than anyone else at the table.
"So, you were only on my side because of the ghost king?" Razvan spoke after a long time, drawing everyone's attention.
"You ask this as if you're really bothered by what your his answer will be, Tapló leader. Admit it, you just want to scare him." Etele rolled his ghost eyes.
"But, dad. You're talking to Athira." Kamu playfully scolded the ghost, who just slapped his hands on his hips.
"Quick question. Have you ever seen me talk to him differently?" He asked, to which the ghost-man shook his head. "You see. Ever since he told me when we first met that I would either be his táltos or he would burn up my village, he doesn't deserve any other name." He folded his arms in front of him.
"I didn't hear that you missed them, Svihák." Razvan looked at the ghost indifferently.
"Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't think it." Etele turned away from the table company sullenly.
"With you? It does." Razvan shook his head.
"Speaking of which, General, are these your current men?" Kamu suddenly turned to the chief of the Athamanas.
"Yes. They are the Athamanas." Razvan said proudly and sraightened out.
"Interesting little group." Kamu noted as he slowly looked at everyone. His gaze was as if he saw things that others did not, things that even the person he was looking at did not know about himself. "They are young, but they are already as strong as the old ones." The assassin nodded in satisfaction. "Take that as a big compliment, children. Today's hegins are at a terribly basic level. Respect for the exception." He shrugged.
"This might be a little strange, but..." Etele began, stepping in front of Kamu to lean in close to his face. "How well do you remember that summoning circle? Can you draw it again?" He asked, his hands clasped behind his back and his widest, crooked smile.
"Svihák. This is not the best time to experiment." Razvan shook his head disapprovingly, although he was aware that his words would not mean much to his táltos' ghost.
"What better time could there be than this?" Etele snorted, then turned back to Kamu. "So?"
"Um... Well, I can draw it, but..." He started, but Etele didn't let him continue.
"No buts, I just want to see it." He declared.
"Dad!" Kamu pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand. "You won't understand it." He said grumpily. "Even I don't know what language it's in, as I said, only the seven cardinal point seal is in our language." The ghost-man grimaced.
"Ah, none of you understand the summoning circles." Svihák raised his hands to the sky. "The parts that make up the entire summoning circle are the same for each special circle. The language of the text in it is completely irrelevant. The text is not the point, but the intention with which the hegin who draws the summoning circle uses his power." Etele explained to the Athamanas in a strangely instructive tone, as if everyone around him were stupid little children.
"I can support this. There was not a single meaningful word in the early summoning circles of Svihák." Razvan shrugged. "At least, a meaningful word in a human language." He said it seriously.
"It was all a set of symbols." Etele rolled his ghost eyes. "I haven't edited them yet, I just saw them." He pointed to his temple with one hand.
"Wait, if it's not a human language, then what language is it?" Citar grimaced.
"Every race has its own language. We have our own too." Wandi folded his arms in front of him.
"Svihák used the language of demons and daimons for those summoning circles. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to summon the daimon king's right-hand and strongest man." Razvan explained.
"Yeah, the fragnant ass-face." Etele declared.
"General Orchidea, the black-robed daimon from the palace." Rahul remarked, which made the part of the Athamanas who weren't present at the incident sigh in understanding.
"Yes, Octavian Hideki was our biggest trump card in the war, but precisely because he's so strong, he can only be summoned with a summoning circle drawn in the language of daimons. Svihák was the only one who could do it." Razvan nodded.
"Thanks for the compliment. So Kamu, are you going to scribble it down now, or only after your story?" Etele asked and when his attention suddenly shifted back to Kamu, the piece of food in the man was about to raised to his mouth stopped and he had to swallow hard.
"I'd better finish. If we're already here, where was I?" He scratched his head with one hand.
"You were meeting with me." Razvan said calmly, and Kamu nodded.
"Ah, yes. Even in the morning, the smell of smoke filled the camp. Keche kept sneezing from it, and we were waiting for the approaching riders in the distance..." He started the story again with a distant look.