The Primordial Record novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815 Two Sips And A Tap

?Circe strived to gather every single fact before her that would help her in taking the next steps.

How they had been able to find the Crystal Leviathan inside the expansive tunnels and under the bloodied waters of the Crystal Lake was not so much a mystery when she considered how they had reached inside her Spatial storage, and retrieved materials from inside it, all while she was unaware.

She scanned her spatial ring with her Spirit and of all the treasures and weapons kept inside, the only thing missing was the report in the hands of the boy. This struck her as suspicious, and from that single thread, she began to dig deeper.

That report had been hidden deep inside her Interspatial Ring in her fear that if she was captured it would take a while for it to reach the light of day, enough for Rowan to be alerted if anything could incriminate him, and yet, it had been retrieved without her knowledge, something Circe had always considered impossible, but then a series of clues came together that almost made her cry and laugh at the same time.

Praying that she was right and not about to receive a spear through her neck, Circe took a step back, pressing herself against the bookshelf, cleared her throat, and whispered,

"Two sips and a tap."

The woman holding the spear to her throat blinked, and Circe suddenly felt embarrassment flooding down her spine, but she stuck to her guns and repeated herself more loudly,

"Two sips and a tap!"

The boy looked up from his report and sighed, "Maeve, you can stop the charade, she already figured out who I am."

"Really? Two taps and a sip?" The woman brought down the spear, placing the tip to the ground and holding the shaft with a lazy grace; she turned to the boy with a look of slight annoyance before eyeing Circe with a critical look.

"Took her long enough to figure it out. My Lord, do we truly need a former Child of Trion? Everything I have seen has left me less than impressed, quirky phrases included."

Feeling awkward before her judgmental gaze, Circe bowed towards the boy and turned to the woman, whom the boy, undoubtedly Rowan had referred to as Maeve, "It's two sips and a tap, and if you must know, it is how he drinks his wine, so it is not just a quirky phrase" she did an air quote with her fingers, "but a statement of fact."

"You recover quite quickly after being scared to the brink of death a moment before," Maeve folded her hands, "How would you know how he drank his wine, such a mortal activity is rarely performed by my master."

Feeling suddenly energetic after leaving the shadows of death, Circe pointed out, "I don't need your acknowledgment about how quickly I recover from the brink of death. My lovely master has made sure I die many times before. You mistake my fear for something else, and it is not death. Also, you are wrong about the things our master craves, for I knew our master when he was a mortal, and there I say it, I was the one who gave him the taste for fine wine. It would seem you don't know him as well as you think."

Maeve's voice went cold, "So I should assume that part of his fascination for mortality came from your hands?"