ADURAS

Chapters 2. Mysterious Man

"Look, Miss Yena is much prettier after I've danced. It's amazing!" praise a makeup artist. Shindy.

Yena's smile expanded when she saw that unexpected reaction. "You're too complimentary, Mysha. Because of you, I can finally look beautiful. Even if I do it because I have to."

"Because of His Majesty's duty?"

Yena nodded. Her seated self immediately got up when Mysha wanted to tie a red scarf on her slender waist.

"Let me guess. Em, Miss's job must have something to do with that desert killer rumor, huh?" Mysha behaves like someone who is solving a big case, resulting in an irresistible little ruckus from Yena.

"Miss Yena why laugh? Throw me right, don't you?"

"Ekhm, no .. What you said is true."

Yena smiled thinly. His new friend always acted like a child, in accordance with his short yellow hair, symbolizing cheerfulness. He was amazed by Mysha, because he could maintain his identity in a city that did not need people like him.

In the final stage, Mysha placed several bracelets on both of Yena's wrists. One of them becomes a place to tie a shawl.

"It's done!" Mysha managed to bring out the perfect beauty of the King's Personal Guards who did not have the slightest aura of female elegance.

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The clattering of anklets Yena was wearing immediately attracted attention. The men in the Bar stared rusefully. Yena's appearance was very much different from her original self. Maroon half-naked clothes with beautiful navel in flower patterned tattoos. His face was obstructed by the transparent covering khimar.

Yena walked towards the wooden stage. Pretty big in size. When the music was broken, he began to dance around making pairs of eyes not turn away from his body. Until both netra caught a man with a cloth covering part of his face. The man was wearing a cloth wrapped around his head.

"That guy, I just saw him. Who?" yena Gumam.

Yena slowly approached, continuing to set foot, dancing to the music. The clumsy fingers stroked the sturdy face, reaching for the arms, so that the man would be willing to dance together.

Heartbeats seem to stop. When the man clasped tightly onto Yena's body. Their views met each other, creating a strange attraction.

"Your body smells," he whispered to the tip of Yena's ear.

For a few seconds Yena could not freely move her body. The foreign man's embrace made him forget to refuse.

The man got closer, his face cover he lowered a little. "You trying to tease me?" cercan. A hot breath right in the ear tickles the nerves. Success makes Yena fixated not wrinkled.

The man smiled pettyly, leaving Yena with her heel that was squeezing.

"Miss Yena!" peeked Mysha when she found Yena who collapsed. Mysha running. Help Yena to stand up.

"Thank you, Mysha."

With this condition, Yena did not understand what had happened to her. So fast that Yena had no chance to resist or fight back. Every touch from the man was like magic that made his body unable to move.

"Are you okay, Miss?"

Yena looked at Sameer who had just emerged from the crowd. He was a handsome man with a sky-blue bead. Is an assassin who is quite familiar with Yena in the city of Denvail this—kota the killers.

"Let me help" Sameer said.

Yena happily accepted Sameer's hand. He told Mysha to apologize to the bar owner because she could not continue her duties as a comfort woman.

"Don't worry Miss, Mister will definitely understand."

Yena smiled faintly at Mysha in lieu of thank you. After all Yena works for just one day, not on a salary anyway. Before long, another comfort woman appeared, replacing her. Yena is immediately pushed out by Sameer.

"My feet are limp, I can't walk any further."

Shortly after the complaint, Sameer carried Yena as if lifting an empty barrel. "Sorry, I have no other choice."

Yena smelled a smile. He did not dare to show his heart expression any more than that. His arms were tightly coiled at Sameer's nape as a handle to keep from falling off. Then Sameer immediately led Yena to the inn. Put him in bed.

"Ah, my clothes are still in the Bafett Bar," said Yena, staring at Sameer's blue bead.

"Let me get it. Miss rest first."

"Thank you."

Sameer simply smiled before finally exiting the inn. Although impressed cold, so far Sameer is quite good to him. Never been disrespectful.

Yena rolled over, changed her position to the side, then pulled out the khimar that was stuck to her face. The memory of the mysterious man made him even more curious.

"Who is he? Could it be the person I'm looking for?" Yena straightened the body again. Lying staring at the ceiling. Then his gaze was fixed on the lanterns, instantly turning back the memory with the man.

Yena just realized, the color of the man's eyes is very unique. Purple bluish. However when looking at Yena the color of her eyes turned deep purple approaching black.

"I have to find out about that man."

In the end Yena fell asleep because she was too hard to think of a man who made her unable to fight. It's actually quite embarrassing to remember Yena's current position.

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"I don't know what to do if there's no you, Sameer. Thank you." Thank you." Yena gave a smile.

"No need to worry, miss. I should've helped you."

This morning Yena has been wearing special clothing—which is made of fleece—complete with her favorite hair tie. He and Sameer walked along the path. Still in Denvail city.

Yena looked at Sameer who was beside her, she ventured to ask, "About the man last night. Em, do you know who he is?"

Sameer. One hand touched his chin. Think, "I've never seen it. Lately there have been a lot of assassins I don't know popping up."

"Hm, I see," he said a little disappointed. Sameer did not know who this man was.

"But I can give Miss a hint ...."

"Hint?"

"Yes, so I saw a sword on his back. On the sheath of his sword engraved almost the same motif as the sword you have."

"really?" Yena did not believe Sameer's words. He did not notice at all.

"I could swear. I accidentally saw his motive when he came out of the Bar."

Even Sameer was so sure. Obviously his vision could not be wrong.

Yena thought hard. How could the sword user have the same motive on his sword. Because the motive is as a differentiator for fellow sword users.

Although there is a similar possibility, but it can happen if the swordsman is the same person.

Similarity was impossible for Er'dura, it was impossible. It must be that the sword that the mysterious man wore had a red thread with the history of Er'dura's formation.

"I need complete information about Er'dura. I'm sure this sword of mine can't be just an ordinary legendary sword. There must be a hidden history behind it."

"If Miss wants to find rare information. I know who can help you" Sameer said confidently, "ayo Miss, follow me."

They looked at each other, steadying their hearts to trust each other with a smile. They walked towards a narrow, stone-filled path. Without a doubt Yena follows Sameer until she finally reaches a hidden store behind old buildings. The shop is a little unique, because there are so many rare floral motifs that are drawn on the wall.

"You're not trying to frame me, are you?" Seen doubt from Yena's face.

"Trust me, you can get the right information here. Come on in, Miss." Without hesitation Sameer extended his hand. Hope to be welcomed by Yena.

There's no other choice. Who knew the shopkeeper did have secret information about his sword. "Alright, don't disappoint me."

Sameer smiled knot. It was the first time Yena saw that smile. Somehow his feelings shook a little. They ended up entering the store without asking permission first.

"Are we not going to be scolded by the shop owner?"

"No. Because the store owner can't see so it must be the visitor who sees it."

"You mean?" Yena did not understand the explanation given by Sameer.

The two men went deeper. The appearance of the store is increasingly clear when Yena searches every inch of the building. Old and a little old. It's full of spider webs on every corner of the roof.

"Finally .. there are new visitors. Please come in," the shrill cry of an old woman shocked the hearing.

After seeing with his own eyes. Yena finally understood what Sameer meant. The shopkeeper could not see because his pair of eyes were covered by a white, shabby cloth, he was sitting on a wooden bench that was quite old.

Or maybe he was blind? And the cover is just to disguise its shortcomings.