1311 Rule Maker

The ghostship wasn't supposed to be this fast but thanks to Oob taking using many precious things found in the ruins, Boo turned into a super spaceship.

But that still wouldn't have sufficed.

After she got the inheritance, Sarah transferred some specific knowledge she gained regarding spaceships.

Since it was very recent, only a part of that knowledge was applied. Yet, Boo got another make over.

That's the reason why Boo was able to hide from a rank 7 in the first place!

But Varian realized, like in most chases, fast enough wasn't enough.

"Go! Go! Gooo!"

Prince Rudolph boarded his own spacehip and chased after them.

"But where, master? Where?!" Boo screamed in panic and anxiety, running around with its hands over head like a little kid.

"Centaurus! I mean, go outside borders!" Isadora said.

The ghostship began to rush at its fullspeed. But the Prince's spaceship—one of the finest in the kingdom, wasn't lagging behind.

It was accelerating continously going faster and faster. It's only a matter of time before they get caught.

"Should we return to Hortus?" Sarah asked, clutching her injured shoulder.

"Once we open an entrance, it'll leave enough traces.

If this is a place very distant Hortus, the traces would be erased by the chaotic space between the space crack and Hortus' entrance.

But we're very close to Hortus now. He can easily find the coordinates and barge in." Varian rubbed his brows.

"I can probably overcome this limitation in the future, but not now, a rank 5 isn't going to cut it."

"Rank 5, you say, but you survived that attack." Isadora looked at him without her usual coldness. Her voice lowered to the point even a rank 7 would have trouble hearing anything. "Good job."

Rudolph was strong. It was hard for her to believe that he's still far from his peak. Thankfully, Varian messed up his recovery.

Otherwise…

No, she didn't even want to imagine.

"What's that potion though? It has more vitality than all of humanity combined. That's just crazy!" Varian glanced at the 'Princess'.

"It's a very high-tier potion." Isadora said with a frown. "A prince isn't supposed to have it."

"Supposed to?" Varian raised a brow.

"Not as in cannot, but should not." Isadora gently traced her injured arm.

"There was a 'candidate' just like these fools fighting me. He knew he couldn't defeat me. So, he begged or bribed or whatever, he got that elixir from his backer."

Varian nodded for a moment before his eyes lit up and he opened his mouth.

"No!" Isadora replied before he even asked.

"But I didn't eve—"

"I don't have such elixirs. I don't have anything from that time on me, bar that treasure." Isadora shrugged. "Everything was destroyed that day..."

A heavy silence filled the spaceship.

"Or what? Do you think I'd be so easily bullied by a weakling like you? And have trouble removing that stupid seal of yours?" Isadora shot him a glare.

Varian crossed his arms. "If you have a tomb for your deceased items, do tell. I'll dance over that. They're the reason I'm still alive, right?"

"…ugh," Isadora turned her head away and continued. "Anyways, the candidate fought me. He lost and ended up using that elixir. Not once, but thrice. He got back to his full strength thrice and lost three times.

It was a big scandal back then. So, a law was passed. Rank 7s, including crown prince candidates are barred from access.

The crown prince gets one potion—one drop really, beacuse you can't use more as a rank 7. Two drops will kill you."

Varian tapped his chin and glanced out of the window.

The twinkling stars in the dark space was replaced by grey space fast as ghostship kept alternating between inner space and outer space.

"So a rank 9 is backing that guy. Even going as far as to break the established law."

"Not just any rank 9, it should be a peak rank 9." Isadora opined. "No one else has that courage."

"The king?"

"Probably not. There are two more peak rank 9s. Should be one of them." Isadora explained.

Boom!

The ghost ship blasted through a barrier and once again returned to the normal space.

The twinkling stars in the deep space seemed to disappear as they marched on.

Isadora pointed a location on the large map and Boo was zig-zagging its ways there, trying to hopefully throw off Rudolph, even though the chance of that happening was low.

"What's there in that place?" Sarah asked in curiousity.

Isadora exhaled, her shoulders drooping. "Bad memories."

Sia's and Enigma's phantom appeared and held her hands.

Varian didnt have a soul link with her to sense her feelings. But Sia and Enigma knew the pain she was feeling. They wouldn't have done this just a week ago.

But now that it's happening, Varian felt it was a good thing.

"I don't need consoling! Go back!" Isadora freed herself from their grips and said.

She considered herself to be the oldest, wisest and most mature. So, she couldn't accept consolation, especially not from the ones she's supposed to look after.

"Do I look like I'm crying? It's 500 years ago! I don't care about it anymore! I just want revenge and I'm done with it!" She crossed her hands and said out loud.

It was as if she was trying to prove that she wasn't hurt, especially to Varian and Sarah, the 'outsiders'.

Enigma gave Varian a worried glance. He shook his head. Staring into his eyes for a moment, she understood.

She checked Sarah's injury and after confirming it's fully healed, she gave her a nod and left.

Sia, on the other hand, gave her a hug and left. But not before giving Varian a deep kiss. Since she was in a phantom form—he didn't feel much. But he's definitely not complaining.

"I knew it! You came out for him, not me!" Isadora was pissed off.

Varian laughed at the trio's dynamics. It was honestly entertaining.

"Shut up! It's all your fault!" Isadora hummed and stood up.

At the same time, the ghostship stopped.

"Boo?"

If they stop now, Rudolph would catch up in a few minutes at most.

"We've arrived."

Isadora opened the door and jumped into the location.

"Woah!"

It was a…frozen star.