Occult: World of Yandere - Zetro Translation

Behind the wheel sat Lorraine Zane, thirty-one years old, and C.E.O of Zane Construction.

She was a woman who of great beauty, enough to be a prize wife, with her mature looks.

Her long, straight black hair draped across her shoulders like silk; her skin was smooth and fair, unblemished despite the hours she spent under office light’s.

Though a little on the softer side, as she was little bit chubby, and her figure only added to her allure, full hips, a generous bust, and prominent curve.

But it was her green eyes that represent her, as all Zane’s share one pure trait, their green eyes.

As a Zane she specialized in assessing the world differently in the name of profit, as she measured the world in numbers, profit margins, and hidden opportunities.

Simple at a glance, but all Zane family members where born with special eyes that can slow down time around them, mentally speaking of course, as such they where capable of high speed calculation, and analysis.

It because of this, they where a family of opportunist, and intellects in their own right.

At this moment after getting the go ahead from Nier, she slowed the car, glancing through the tinted glass at the property unfolding before her.

“…Good lord.”

She murmured.

The sheer scale of the property before her, made her draw a long breath. Even after years in the industry, after inspecting estates for some of the wealthiest families in the FAA, this land stunned her.

By rough estimation, it was easily twice the size of the Zane family’s Main private holdings in Sector-3.

That alone should have been impossible due to the state laws of the F.A.A.

By F.A.A law, private property within populated sectors was capped at twenty acres top, and hardly any family had that much land to begin with, a regulation enforced by the three ruling families to prevent power imbalances and unchecked monopolies.

Exceptions existed only for agricultural zones deep in the countryside, where farmers sometimes managed hundreds of acres. But even then, they were farmers, not patrons of multimillion-dollar architectural projects.

Her grip tightened on the wheel.

“Nier Featherburn Augustus, I am finally going to meet him, if my information didn’t come from the State Archive, I would have never believe someone like you still exist in this modern age.”

Lorraine said to herself.

She wasn’t this suprise about the man just till now.

No, the surprise hadn’t begun today. It had started last night, when Zane Construction’s offices received an unexpected down payment of five million Carlees.

At first, the staff thought it a mistake.

Clients with that kind of capital usually came from the central cities, from names she already knew…magnates, politicians, or members of the ten great families themselves.

In fact, Zane Construction’s own system filtered requests to exclude anyone with a net worth under three million Carlees. The company did not waste its expertise on small projects.

But then the address loaded onto her terminal.

[003 Lukos Street, Sector-7]

[Neir Featherburn Augustus]

[Age 36]

[ETHNICITY (Old System) – Aelorian (Legally) – Romanian: 50% Russian: 12% German: 27% [Redacted]: 11% (Classified)]

[Race: Human (Royal Blood)]

…

The name meant little at first.

But when the system cross-checked the legal documentation tied to the land, the office had gone silent.

Lorraine still remembered the shock that rippled through her as she pulled visit the National archives herself, as it has information going back to origin of this great nation.

The reason she went was to uncover the truth behind Nier and his family.line by line, family by family.

If what the Old System said was true, that he has Royal Blood, it would mean this boy, was a bastard of some kind.

At first it was curiosity, and the habit of always knowing the background of her clients.

But what she found utterly shocked her.

The land belonged to the Augustus line.

To her, it meant nothing, hell it was the first time she ever heard of such a family before.

But the more she dig, the more horrified she became of the truth of her new clients family.

The August family before Aeloria converted into its semi democratic ways, was apparently nobles of old Camelot, the old name of the nation.

But even more shockingly it was a branch family carved directly from the Aeloria royal family. Centuries ago, in a strategy to preserve their bloodline in the off chance it was destroyed, the Aeloria had divided into cadet branches, each founded by siblings and cousins who separated from the main house.

Sixty-nine times this safeguard had been attempted through out the course of history. But sixty-eight times, those branches had withered away, lost to war, politics, or the danger and lawlessness of those simpler times.

As such only one remained.

The Augustus.

Lorraine felt her chest tighten even now, recalling the files. In today’s modern world, the Augustus were ghosts, stripped of relevance, their once-glorious title reduced to little more than ceremonial ink.

The family was thought extinct, forgotten even by the Aeloria themselves. Yet the land records told a different story.

One descendant lived.

Nier Featherburn Augustus.

The name alone unsettled her. If, by some impossible twist of fate, basically the more civilization developed, the more irrelevant the Augustus became.

But why would Nier be important.

Well it is simple.

It’s no secret that the Aeloria family are hardcore purist, that has master the art of inbreeding.

From antiquity to now, they have only ever mingled with their own.

But since the F.A.A. abides by old and new laws set by the Family Heads. If the Aeloria family were to suddenly vanish overnight, inheritance law dictated that every estate, every asset, every shred of authority would funnel to the last living bloodline.

In layman terms, this young man as result of the Nation Law.

“Heh… A fallen noble family, who would have thought? I wonder though… do the Family Heads know and simply ignore it out of pride and unnecessary interest, or has the Augustus line sunk so low that history itself erased them naturally do to course of time of them being extremely active, and out of touch with politics? If not for the State Archives, this secret would have stayed buried forever. Heh… If I take this to Uncle, as a Family Head he’d surely reward me. Ahh, Lorraine… it seems you’ve stumbled onto a jackpot.”

Said Lorraine as she eased the wheel of her Rolls-Royce Ghost toward the sweeping driveway, the car plush interior muffling beyond within the estate’s walls.

As she approached the villa, she couldn’t help but let her eyes drink in the scenery. The garden was immaculate, by the looks of it mini robots where taking care of it with meticulous care.

Sculpted hedges curved with an almost artistic precision, lawns stretched like green velvet, and fountain showcasing it’s soft arcs of water that sparkled in the morning sun.

Here, at least, someone had maintained order. One of the few things in this giant property that seemed untouched by neglect.

She brought the car to a stop near the front steps, the Ghost’s door opening with a soft hydraulic sound.

Lorraine stepped out, heels clicking softly against the polished stone, her breath catching just slightly at the sight before her.

The villa was impressive, although something about this place made her feel uneasy.

But she did notice one thing when she came here.

“I don’t know if this is a bad sigh… But why am I sensing Flux energy.”

She said to herself as she looked at Villa, she can sense the presence of Flux inside the place.

“…Is Mr. Augustus a corrupt user perhaps!?”

Lorraine thought to herself.

“Sigh, let’s sit down for the time being.”

Lorraine said as her green eyes swept across the garden once more.

And saw a table with some chairs.

This was where she would sit, and wait for Nier, and discuss the reconstruction plans. She hadn’t yet considered the possibility that the man before her might already know more about his own lineage than she did.

But for today, she was a contractor, here to see a client, finalize a down payment, and map out renovations.

But as she sit down, her phone began to ring.

Pulling her phone from her purse, she saw a familiar name light up the screen, with an incoming call.

[Elliot ❤️]

Her husband.

She smiled when she saw it.

As her thumb hovered over the screen before tapping to answer.

“Hey, my love.”

She said, her voice softening.

“Lorraine! How is my favorite CEO today?”

His tone was warm, teasing, utterly unbothered by the world outside their home. Elliot had chosen a different path.

As a man he was a house husband, dedicated to their home and their one-year-old daughter, and their 16 year old son at.