Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

A restless family found themselves pacing before their backdoor, peeking into the woods and the rest of their surroundings through the windows.

Their expressions were all grim.

The family wore very white-washed attire that made their complexions show even more.

Blankets over their shoulders, messy hairdos and chapped lips sold their sickly appearances.

They watched their environment with laser-beam focus until soon, they heard a familiar voice.

"Miss Chiyou..."

Ah-

It was the Grandmaster!

Like lightning, the family of 4 all rushed to the door.

"Grandmaster, welcome."

"Hmmm... This is my subordinate." Dorian said, casually stepping into the room with Chan-ki following behind him.

Looking at the family of 4 who had gone through painstaking efforts to look ill, Dorian only found it funny.

Creatures from the underworld didn\'t use mortal eyes to determine if one was ill or not.

The talismans he had made for them earlier, was what would convince the enemy of their weak constitution.

Of course, both parents were supposed to be in a \'coma\' once that classmate arrived. So he would cast a \'suspending\' spell that would mask their breaths, slight twitches and movements for no more than an hour.

He didn\'t want to waste his energy since casting that particular spell for long would no doubt take a toll on him, especially when the battle hadn\'t even begun yet.

Chan-ki stood on the side, being as professional as he could, recalling his days as a Tian guard whenever they were out in public.

He must not disgrace the Grandmaster!

With his back straight, he held the wooden box, waiting for Dorian\'s orders.

"Chan-ki... Open it."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

As if receiving a heavenly order, he walked towards the shaky wooden table and swiftly but carefully lay the blue wooden box on it.

~Catchak.

The latches were undone, and the box was open. Though shocked by the box\'s contents, Chan-ki showed no expression on his face. He turned the box around to Dorian\'s front as if he were a diamond dealer.

"Grandmaster, please instruct."

Dorian advanced towards the box amidst the curious eyes of the Obyn family.

Well, they weren\'t all that shocked by the contents.

The last time Dorian came, they had seen one or 2 of these items in the brown box Butler Sheng had carried.

The items looked strange, but they did not doubt that they would be helpful for their survival.

Red crystals of similar shapes and sizes, many sheets of bluish paper, a long black rope identical to a horsewhip, many pieces of golden chalk sticks, a purple cup ring, alongside an old ancient-looking book with brownish pages, were all they could see in the box.

Dorian glanced at his watch. 11: 23 A.M.

Flick.

He threw a paper at Chan-qi.

"Plant the crystals around the house, with their tips touching the surface of the top of the soil but not being visible. Follow the guide and make sure you\'re not spotted."

"Yes, Grandmaster," Chan-ki replied with a gracious bow.

Deep down, his heart was racing, wanting to do a great job.

He was going to fully take off his suit, roll up his sleeves and work stealthily.

"The rest of you, lead the way." Dorian turned to the couple. "Lead the way to your chamber."

"Yes!" The couple replied.

And like sonic the hedgehog, they zoomed ahead, looking around from time to time, not wanting Dorian to dirty himself.

Though their room and home were clean and tidy, for some reason they just felt that it was unworthy of the Grandmaster\'s presence.

Dorian waved his finger, and the blue box levitated, following them along.

"This way, this way, Grandmaster."

Stepping in, Dorian studied the room in detail.

It was slightly bigger than Chiyou\'s, with a massive inbuilt wardrobe on one.

From the ceiling to the walls, windows, doors and floors, Dorian studied the space in utter silence.

The Obyns once again robbed their hands, waiting patiently for his command.

"Get on the bed."

"Ah-"

You look at me; I look at you.

"..."

Dorian gave no explanation and didn\'t look like he would.

Sigh... Forget it.

The couple asked no questions, getting onto the bed and laying straight up as though they had been aces in coffins... How else were they supposed to lay on the bed with the Grandmaster watching them?

They even felt ashamed and shy, not wanting their bodies to touch each other too intimately.

However, when they thought Dorian wasn\'t seeing them, their eyes would pop out towards Chiyou, as if saying: What are we supposed to do now?

Chiyou almost laughed for some reason, seeing her parent\'s animated expressions. No... Maybe what made her chuckle was the Grandmaster\'s attitude of travelling them like air.

While they lay in the bed, Dorian was still studying the room, walking and stopping before whatever caught his eye.

This time, he didn\'t do anything to the room, unlike when he appeared in her room.

However, she was wrong; Dorian had been strategically throwing very thin golden pins from the wooden box.

Yup.

They were in the box, but everyone probably overlooked it, not seeing them at all.

And when he was done, he turned to the couple: "Stay in that position and keep the pretense up until I tell you not to."

When that classmate arrived, he would cast the spell in them, masking their state. It was better to keep the act going for now in case the enemy came abruptly.

They were to stay as silent as dormice. It was better they remained like this and eventually fell asleep. His spell will keep them in one position once casted.

For Chiyou and Chindu, he didn\'t need to do anything.

The talisman he gave them still created a fake, weak body constitution to the enemy\'s eyes.

With meticulous planning, everything was in set in place.

And an hour and a half later, Dorian sensed a dark aura approaching the Obyn house from afar.

It was time!

~Swish!

In a flash, he vanished.