Dusk Chronicles

Chapter 10

Zulia blushed hearing what Melyan said, her head slightly bowed, and she no longer spoke for a long time.

On the other hand, as expected, Zaix was stalking them. He was currently sitting in his room, leaning on the sofa with a black-bound book on his lap.

However, his eyes were not fixed on the book, but rather staring blankly at a photo on the wall.

The photo was of a beautiful woman with long silver hair dangling like a waterfall, her expression calm, like an angel descending into the world.

"Lili, did I really not make a mistake? Is it true as the little boy said?"

The mumbles of the witch were filled with confusion.

"Then Syaiful, is your goal to become a powerful magician like him, and control the fate of others?"

“Of course.” Melyan's expression was very certain. "But one thing is wrong, my goal is not to control the fate of others, but my own."

"His own fate?"

"Yes, my own fate.

"I used to be too weak, I had to rely on others, but now that God has given me the chance to start over, I have to hold onto this opportunity, sacrificing everything not to let go. New life means that fate is in our own hands, if we have to rely on others, then we are no different from the undead."

Zulia seemed to agree with his gaze, the corner of the girl's lips slightly raised, revealing a sweet smile.

For a moment, the dim prison seemed to be illuminated by a beam of sunlight, even the air became a little charming.

"You're right, life only has meaning if fate is in your own hands. That's why I chose to run away from marriage and take risks."

Two days passed, Zaix never appeared again.

In the past two days, Melyan had gotten to know Zulia better, like what she had done in the past four years, where she had gone, and inquired about the relationship between the Edwards family and the royal family.

She increasingly believed in "speculation of forced marriage by the royal family", because whenever she brought up the royal family, Zulia always frowned, and her tone was filled with indescribable helplessness. The four-year mercenary career did not seem to make him more defensive, nor was Melyan's affinity too strong. In front of him, Zulia almost told him everything except the overly sensitive topic.

Melyan did not know that the reason why Zulia was so open to him was because of Melyan's previous love statement.

Initially, Zulia only felt that the two of them were destined to not be together, so Zulia wanted to prevent the two of them from being injured as much as possible because of love. But slowly, Zulia felt a match between herself and Melyan. It was a strange feeling much smaller than "love at first sight" but similar to "old friendship."

The conversation went well, Melyan could always find an endless topic and listen to the story patiently. From childhood to adulthood, his grandfather was very strict with him, his father was busy with work, his servants were too respectful to him, his relatives always had evil intentions for him, he said, the mercenaries he knew before were also no one who had ever shown such patience. Melyan was able to understand himself, both of them like they had known for a long time.

She had never had such a pleasant chatting experience, Melyan seemed to know everything about her, but Melyan was always able to control herself and be polite. The most important thing was that he knew that their conversation was so smooth since Melyan had extensive knowledge.

So he became even more curious towards Melyan. How come I never knew there was a scholar like this before?

That afternoon, it was not the skeletal bones of life that came to deliver food, but Zaix himself.

After two days of thinking, Zaix finally made a decision and his mood became good.

Seeing the arrival of Zaix, Melyan subconsciously stepped forward and blocked in front of Zulia.

“Master Zaix.” Melyan bowed respectfully, her attitude and words both showing respect.

Zaix looked at Melyan and was pleased with her attitude.

"Actually, these two days are a test of your temperament. The person who had only been reduced by a few days was already shrieking had no qualifications even just as an experimental material."

The one who screamed in question was Rhodes.

“Now you have passed my first test, come with me.” After saying that, Zaix pulled him out.

“Oh, yes ..., you grandson of Reinhardt, ‘kan?” Zaix seemed to suddenly remember something.

Zulia nodded confusedly.

"It's good, then I accept your soul."

"What?"

"Wait a minute!"

Melyan had been wary of Zaix's hand from the start, he hurriedly protected Zulia from the front.

Zaix was not joking, his slender right index finger was shrouded in a cloud of emerald green light, and if noticed more closely, there was a mass of air that continued to condense and then decay.

The wisp of green light rays stopped two centimeters in front of Melyan's forehead.

"Give me your excuse."

"I don't know, but let me think for a second."

Melyan's honest answer made Zaix laugh.

"Well, I'll give you ten seconds."

"I don't know if this reason can make you satisfied or not, this reason might sound childish"

"Seven seconds."

Melyan blushed, then took a deep breath.

"Five seconds."

"I'm sure you can understand, Sir"

"Three seconds."

"Because it is the most unjust and purest emotion in the world."

"One second."

"Because I love her."

"Time's up."

With a flick of Zaix's finger, a wisp of green light turned into a corner, and flew past Melyan's hair.

An explosion is like opening a champagne cover.

The reasons given are unsatisfactory?

Melyan turned around desperately and helplessly.

However, the imagined scene did not occur. A wisp of green light struck the iron door, causing a huge hole, and the frightened Zulia, was also staring at herself.

"I'll go to the study first, you know the way ‘kan, take him with you."

After tossing those words, Zaix disappeared with a flash of white light.

Melyan knew Zaix was satisfied with his answer, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Her acting was not in vain, Zulia was saved. Perhaps his reputation in Zaix's heart had improved greatly. Zaix will probably have a good impression on those who dare to sacrifice everything for the sake of love.

This arrogant witch had never planned to take Zulia's life in the first place. Melyan was still inexperienced in combat, and in a hurry, he did not distinguish whether the wisp of green light just now was the "Soul Beheading Devil" or the "Punishing Magic", upon hearing the sound of the explosion, he really thought that something had happened to Zulia.

It was just that the current atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

"It's okay."

"Sorry."

The two spoke at the same time, and then laughed together.

"I mean no problem."

"You're a good man."

Although they spoke at the same time again, Melyan obviously did not expect Zulia to praise him “good people”, so she did not respond for a while.

"Then let's go."

"Good."

"Sit."

Zaix, who was leaning comfortably on the sofa, brought two black wooden chairs and layered with red cloth.

At the same time, the teapot and water cup also nimbly flew between the two, pouring water and making tea at once.

"Don't be too shy, think of this as being at home."