ADURAS

Section 31: Family

Hazard opened the rectangular chest, taking two small sacs filled with prup flowers and pills. The Mera Pill is a pill concocted by Uncle Agail, made from black energy vomit mixed with various herbs and of course the blood of a pure elves. Somewhat disgusting indeed, if following the manufacturing process from the beginning. However, its efficacy for the fighting elves does not playfully—can be a delay to its spread if exposed to black energy.

Thanks to the research months ago, with Hazard contributing vomit of energy as well as blood, Uncle Agail managed to concoct a pill. The duration of its endurance was about five days after swallowing the pill. Elves who ate the pill would be immune from black energy of any kind.

Two small quick pockets on the belt on Hazard's waist. "Luckily, I didn't bring everything yesterday" he said, as he moved from the chest. His net scanned the entirety of the objects inside this open tent. There are wooden shelves and a few more crates, made from coconut trees during the entourage of Prince Harith settled in this oasis. Yellow light from the sun came emanating from both sides of the tent.

Hazard came out of the tent. He met Chayra, walking to her himself. Suddenly, Chayra grabbed Hazard in a cage, creating confusion that was very clearly imprinted on Hazard's face.

Hazard remained. Not to refuse or welcome the attack.

"I'm sorry, I'm late to recognize the Prince." Hugs loosened, Chayra clasped Hazard's fingers full of haru. "Why is the Prince dishonest? You were so excited when you told us about the secret room in Mitri City, but you didn't tell us about your true identity. The late Mayor, will not divulge information to anyone else except the person he trusts. I am very sure, Mr. Hazard, definitely, the son of His Majesty King Ghani and Queen Alea."

Hazard stared awkwardly at Chayra in front. One of his arms scratched at the nape. "I ... don't want to mix work with personal feelings" she explained, "i don't really care about that fact either. I just want some heads from the Altair higher ups. No more than that."

Hazard's explanation incised a slight wound. After all, Chayra had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. However, it seems that Hazard does not care at all.

"So, so ...." His gaze was empty, his grip was released, Chayra smiled bitterly overcrowded. "What do you get out of those heads? You want to practice black magic?"

"Mrs, not begi—"

"Ah, sorry." Chayra massaged her temples that felt throbbing. "I was so happy that I was stupid. Don't think too much, sir."

The grim smile from Chayra struck Hazard's heart. Chayra walked away leaving Hazard in confusion, remembering that he had always been.

For example, when I was with Yena. Hazard realized, had spoken too honestly when the second meeting in the city of Denvail. That was what he felt after biting Yena's ear. Oh, and look now, both of his cheeks gave off a red hue. Honesty is hard to forget.

Not to forget, Hazard had asked the origin of the second daughter of the late Mayor Mitri, talking immediately to make the late mayor sigh.

Many of his words are too honest. Could that be what made Madam Chayra's face turn grim?

"I have to apologize" Hazard said at the end.

...

Hazard stepped up, approaching Harith who was talking to his bodyguard, Syamsi. The net is looking at the activities of the servants. Some were preoccupied with cooking tools—they tidied the cookware into a special tent and stored it in a crate. While on the other hand there are those who open the crates to remove the contents— namely drugs and clean cloth and then put into a white sack and then tie it with the quarry on the back of the camel. Finally, there are those who transport food and drink sacks on large leather bags and tie them directly to the camel.

"In a moment we can leave as planned, Prince," Syamsi reported.

Harith nodded then said, "Good, faster is better. First, we head to Mitri city first to take the entire stockpile of weapons there." Then Harith looked at Hazard who was already beside her, "And ... Mr. Hazard. As planned, make a noise at King Firan's wedding. Then we'll come, bring reinforcements for you."

Hazard scrunched his forehead. "Where's the help?"

"From the other kingdoms that had been destroyed by the forces of King Firan. Those who escaped left the scroll on Shamsir and then Syamsir sent it to me again. The contents of the roll in essence they offered to rebel together. Isn't that nice?" Harith looked at Hazard's face, looking as if his mouth formed a small 'o' then nodded in understanding.

Harith again spoke to Shamsi, while Hazard found Madame Chayra sitting on a rectangular wooden chair. On top of his head was a pale yellow tarpaulin and widened with wooden poles as a buffer.

Despite his head down, Chayra could see the shadow of someone sitting in front of him. His eyes glanced, focusing on Hazard's funny-looking behavior. Chayra subconsciously smiled a little and folded both hands on a rectangular wooden table.

"What's up, Mr Hazard?"

Hazard gasped, spontaneously shifting his seat, facing Chayra. He scratched the cheek behind his mask and looked at Chayra. "Look, about ... the sentence said earlier .. I am not serious. Sorry, if my words make Madam sad," she said by turning her face not looking at Chayra.

With medium rounded eyes, Chayra held back a laugh with her hands covering her mouth. He did not expect that Prince Hazard has an innocent side like this— like his mother. Whereas before, Hazard's temperament looked terrible. Especially if you remember the murders you have committed.

Know-how, Harith embraces Hazard from the left side, making the owner aghast. Disrespectfully, Harith almost pulled Hazard's mask. Fortunately, Hazard got up straight from sitting down.

"Come ... As a family, I'm curious to see your face," said Harith casually, next to his elbow pressing the table as a chin support.

While Hazard was fixated too shocked. In situations like this, it is most dangerous when his defense loosens.

"So, you're going to continue to be so like a statue?" harith managed to return Hazard to his consciousness. Hazard sat back down and then held the mask on reflex.

A slanted smile was clearly visible on Harith's lips, this little sister turned out to be completely different if not in a serious situation. "You still want to hide your identity from us?" ask Harith to throw a bait.

Both hands clenched at the table, Hazard sighed deeply. Sooner or later, his face would definitely be visible as well. So, he must show it now before launching the action later.

Unknown to him, the servants and bodyguards glanced at Hazard. They were just as curious as Chayra and Harith. As Hazard took off his mask, he felt various pairs of eyes watching him from a distance.

Madam Chayra was stunned. Hazard's facial lines are very similar to those of Queen Alea, but the corners of his eyes and glances are exactly those of His Holiness Ghani. While his nose is a fusion of the two of them. However, due to the dominant facial line, Hazard looks like a plain young man who only knows he is spoiled in these conditions.

"Great yeah! Behind the mask of a cold-blooded killer, there was such an innocent innocent face," chirped one of the maids to her friend, they were putting Madame Chayra's clothes into a cloth bag. On the side of the tent is open.

"Yes, yes, Prince Hazard is the sweet version of Prince Harith" said another servant.

While a senior guard was clearly smiling. "It's like I've seen King Ghani and Queen Alea after all this time" he said, bathing the horse.

"Rubber," said another.

While Mrs Chayra really showed her happiness from a smile. She clasped Hazard's fingers in black gloves and said, "Queen Alea must be happy to see her son is this big. I'm sure, he's alive and—"

"Mr Albar said exactly like Madam before she was killed. He asked me to find Queen Alea. But, what could possibly be? I don't know what it looks like."

Harith patted his sister on the shoulder, smiling faintly. "At least you still have a chance to meet Queen Alea." Hazard nodded slowly, confirming the sentence from his brother.

There were footsteps scavenging for sand. Apparently Syamsi, already standing firmly beside Harith. "The prince, the equipment and supplies to continue the journey are ready. Now, we just have to wait for instructions from you," Syamsi explained with an irregular sigh.

At first glance Harith looked at Hazard and Chayra then glanced at Syamsi again. "Okay, looks like we should move now. Can't be delayed anymore."