Legend of the Moon Crystal
Chapter 122 "Killer And The Blind From Efraz"
“I've told you many times not to play with the boy! He is a contagious and disgusting disease! Stay away from him!” The woman yelled angrily, “If until mom finds you playing with her again, mom will lock you up at home and won't let you out!”
The girl carrying the doll in her hand looked at her mother with fear as well as curiosity. He only played with his friend, but why was his mother so angry and even threatened to lock him up at home for days?
He dared himself to ask, “What's the matter, ma'am? I just played with him.”
The woman's face was turbulent, looking impatient to immediately throw words that were like curses for the child who was currently crouching near the ant pit, he said, look at the little ants that go into the hole with the food they find, leaves or crumbs of bread and leftover food that they can find and store in their nests to serve as their savings to face the winter that will soon arrive.
“That child is a killer child! Her parents were members of a dangerous group that got your father killed five years ago, just when you were 1 year old, Biana!”
Biana's face paled, the girl looked in disbelief as well as confusion towards her mother. A killer? The group of assassins that killed his father?
But her day was split when she was dragged by the mother to stay away from the daughter who was still faithful to look at the ants that entered their nest. The empty gaze did not switch, even as his right hand grabbed the wooden trunk beside him and firmly held back half the body of the ant that was between them. The little ant squirms, and the other ants rush to escape in panic. Some of them moved wildly beside the dying ant, but in the end they fled and left the dying ant, to slowly die and not move at all.
The girl raised her wand and muttered with a flat face and voice, “You have no friends who really care about you.”
Before revealing a wide grin filled with antics. “What a shame.”
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Winter, 10 years later
“Mirocuez? Pretty weird name.” The statement was thrown from the lips of the young man who was enjoying the sweetness of the sugar sweets he bought in the middle of the carnival crowd. In the City of Refoloin, Kingdom of Angsues, the Sunlight Carnival is held every Third month every year to honor the spirits of deceased ancestors, both family, friends and even foreigners. Believers will offer little of what they produce - food or agricultural produce - to be laid and buried under a giant tree at the end of the city.
The girl wearing the robe turned her head, revealing a pair of cold and silvery sparkling wine irises, almost making one misunderstand that it was a carved gemstone. His pomegranate-red lips moved, revealing his hidden voice. “Kechexer, that's a stranger name.”
“I'm even confused should call you with what call.” His mutter was full of honesty, but made the young man named Kechexer wrinkle the twitching tip of his lips and throw the fruit candy into his mouth in one bite.
“How annoying it is, my name has a grand meaning, you know! In my tribe, my name means Purity and Courage That Will Be Leaders.”
“I am a fortune teller, and I know that your name does not live up to your destiny. Ah, give up young man, I know the true meaning of your name, know, I will keep it a secret because I do not want you to choose suicide rather than have that name.” Mirocuez said word for word which this time managed to ignite the emotional axis of Kechexer which is only along the fingernails of babies.
“Is the mouth of an oracle very sharp? So surprising.” Cynic Ledek Kechexer.
Mirocuez snorted and was about to say something when he sensed a terrifying aura was nearby. Like a slow motion scene, the girl stepped past Mirocue with a gust of cold wind she created. A cold, heavy and rotten black aura surrounded him, spreading out and could be felt by Mirocuez and Kechexer who were completely glued to his current place.
Cold and heavy, a pair of blood-red irises with an aura of intimidation and pressure managed to create cold sweat in the two gender-different human children. Mirocuez who was more sensitive to magic and black energy sensed that the girl who passed by him was actually able to shake his spine, delivering a cold and cold sensation, a real and dangerous strong intimidation.
But even that was just a look.
Just as he reacted and was about to chase after the girl, he was too late when he no longer found his figure and aura in the crowd of people on the crowded street. Mirocuez's hand trembled, and he glanced at the puffed-up Kechexer beside him. The golden bead's gaze was like a wild wolf finding its prey, prey stronger than it, yet he was challenged to feel its immense delicacy and hunting sensation. Mirocuez stretched out his hand, firmly affixing a black hard drawn circle and the emblem of a fuji flower. The picture of the flower emitted a faint glow as it clung to the back of his head, and a pair of Kechexer golden beads slowly regained its original, bluish-black color. His breathing slowly became normal, and he looked at his surroundings with a hint of dissatisfaction, especially when his gaze fell upon Mirocuez.
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“Hei, Brake. Where have you been?” The question came from the lips of a girl lying comfortably on the sofa with a button-eyed doll in her hand.
The girl pulled the hood of her jacket, featuring a wolfcut-style black mane strand and a pair of blood-red beads that glowed in the dark. His thin lips formed a straight line, and slightly moved as he said, “Check this city.”
The albino turned his gaze back to his puppet. “Then what do you get?”
The black-haired Remarion Alskellen— replied nonchalantly, “Not much. Just the main game and, two little rats that seem lost.”
The girl hugged her doll and said in a disgusted tone. “I hate rats. They're disgusting, certainly because they're rodents.”
Rema, roll up a thin grin. “No need to assume it exists. Rats run away when faced with danger. Such is cowardice.”
The albino chuckles amusedly, “True too!”
He went back on saying, “By the way, Rem. Actually last week Coryln and I, found something that might get you a little excited for the game this time.”
“What is it?”
That palm-wide smile was created, creating a terrifying image on her ayu-like face, but carrying an aura of death and a stark sense of disgust. “About your parents. Actually, they are also targeting the same hunt.”
“Where do you know this problem?”
There was no change in Rema's face, his face remained flat even though the albino had concerned the girl's parents in the chat this time. Selliev Vroms, a little disappointed, maybe?
Selliev tilted his head and said, “Southwest City Nirts. And I guess you should be familiar with the city, right, brother?”
Rema raised her hand and made a gripping motion in her left hand. Selliev's body was lifted, and he hung with a neck that seemed to be suffocated by the wind, but the traces of a strong grip on his neck were even visible to the naked eye. The girl held her doll hanging from her left hand, while her right hand touched her neck, feeling pain, and, hot and also cold crept down his spine and neck when he saw the bloodthirsty gaze he had always liked from the girl he was currently, strangling him. He grimaced softly, before Rema pulled out his hand and let Selliev's body hit the cold, hard marble floor.
The owner of the blood bead only glanced coldly before stepping into the long dark passage by the shadows, under the gaze full of admiration and adoration from Selliev.
“What awe!”
Yogurt, LX
