Reborn As A Haier-Elvian: The Blood Hunter And The Warlock (Replace To New Account)

Chapter 06 "Step on the New Land"

Without any more ba-bi-bu, I immediately jumped over the fence. My pants got stuck and made me fall. Even the hood I was wearing came off. Not caring about it, I got up immediately. Passing through a large lawn right next to the building. There's only a dim lantern in this place. The light is not bright enough. So I think whatever's on the other end there, it's giving off its own light. Does not reflect the luster of garden lanterns.

Almost exactly the same thing happened a year ago. While in the river, suddenly a strange object forced me to pick it up because it was consumed by blinding light. If only this were the same thing at that time. Could I be able to return to my home world?

However, hope I evaporate instantly. The light flew as I approached it. To and fro like a fallen leaf blown by the wind. Fly near my face and perch in my nose.

"Beetles?"

I don't know what his name is. I've only seen this insect for the first time. Beetles are very similar to fireflies. It's just the size of an adult thumb. A few moments perched, the animal just left. I feel disappointed. Feeling the stupidest myself. Or feel naive thinking the exact same event will happen twice, and return it all to the beginning.

"Hoi, stupid! What are you doing there? Didn't I tell you to come here?" shouted Dimas, his figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Yes, yeah. I'll be there soon" I said. In fact, he could have spoken well. No need to scream like a jungle monkey.

"And why did your hood come off, you idiot? Wear it again before anyone sees you!"

"Yeah." Yeah."

Not wanting to be yelled at by him anymore, I immediately moved from that place. Take my hood that fell over the bush, and put it back on. Leaving curiosity and hope far away. Following Dimas down the hallway, I was led to a large double door. This is the first time I have entered this building. Because usually every time I play here, I only get to the drugstore and the front yard.

This room is very spacious. Enough to fit two long tables aligned. Crystal lights hanging solidly on the ceiling. In this room there are only a few furniture or other decorations. Simple and simple enough. There are too many empty places here.

However, the thing that makes this room more alive is the presence of noisy small children while waiting for dinner time to arrive. The children who were sitting in these chairs were the inhabitants of the orphanage here.

Yeah, you're right. Besides being used as a clinic and drugstore, Bibi Saantya also nurtured dozens of children who had no place to live here. He sometimes brought home a child, who was deliberately abandoned by his parents, or a victim of slavery practices. His caring and loving nature made everyone in the city call him 'Saints'.

I also agree. When he first met her, he greeted me warmly and with a very friendly face. It is really hard to find such a person in the middle of a city whose population is very individualistic. Really deh. Sometimes I miss the city I live in. Greet each other and smile at each other even at strangers. It was a hard thing to find in this Glafelden town.

My eyes swept towards the children. I noticed, their age range was between four to ten years. They yell, joke with friends, or play tableware. Makes a deafening noise. Some nannies try to keep them quiet. But his name is also still a boy, still done even though it is forbidden. While crossing the room, some children saw me. Laughs. I don't know what's funny. Watching the faces of those children who were laughing loosely without any burden relieved this heart. Made me unconsciously laugh and wave my hand.

Dimas took me to one end of the long table. A place where adults sit and wait for dinner. What I believe is the orphanage nannies and pharmacists. Some of the seats are empty. Maybe they were helping prepare food or calming the noisy children. Dimas pulled out a chair and lighted me. I'm beeping. Looking strangely at him. Since when did he care so much about me? But because the atmosphere is good, I don't really care about it.

Next to me, there was a middle-aged woman wearing a pharmacist-like uniform. White clean like cotton, with large buttons on the top. I put on a thin smile, followed by a slow nod.

"Thank you for inviting us to eat, Saantya!" I called out slowly.

"It's okay, little girl! I've considered you part of us" he replied, then laughed. "Don't hesitate! You also need a temporary place to stay, right?"

"Yes. Can I stay here?"

"Of course, sweet! You can stay here until anytime. Besides, this place is pretty big. It doesn't matter if you have to add one more person."

"Again thanks." I bowed deeply. Divided feelings between feeling embarrassed because it does not feel good, and relieved because it has been helped.

Before long, someone entered from the corridor that led straight to the kitchen. His hands pushed the dining carriage that had available a wide variety of food. After I had the beef steak, grilled chicken, meat soup with black grass, butter sauce fried mushrooms, and other dishes. Hot steam billows into the air, like coming out of a steam train chimney. Not only is it. But there were four other people pushing the dining carriage behind him.

To fill the stomachs of thirty people, there is not enough one dining car, right?

The five people then put food on a long dining table. Among them was Sister Shella. It just so happens that he serves food at the end of this table. So I can say hello to him for a moment. Before she finished, the girl gave an extra serving of meat soup to Dimas. Everyone should get one portion. But that guy got two.

"Thank you for helping me" said Sister Shella. Giving his best smile to the man in front of him.

I let out a breath. Of course, I'm trying to get them closer. But it seems, without my intervention, the two are already attracted to each other. Look at the girl's eyes! Looks deep and sad. Just this time I saw Sister Shella making such an expression. He usually behaves normally with all guys. Including a child of the city nobility who lately often came to tease him.

For now, I just let their feelings explode. Characters that shouldn't be in their stories, better step back.

I'm more focused on what's on the table. Well, now how do I spend a dinner that's double the portion I usually eat? Everyone has their share. If the guest does not spend food from the host, it can be considered bad. That is customary in this country. When I was confused, I suddenly looked up.

Pour a bowl of asparagus soup and a piece of grilled chicken to the side. Dimas who was about to start eating, stopped. "For you. You know my usual portion of the meal, don't you?"

Without saying a word. The man directly devoured what food was in front of him. I jerked. I never imagined in the slightest that he would show how to eat greedily here, in front of Sister Shella, Aunt Saantya, the children, and the nannies and pharmacists. His teeth chewed fast. His mouth let out a voice that was of concern to others near us.

I grabbed him and laughed. "Now, look who's shameless here?"

"Whisper! This is how I eat." Dimas bulging.

Although a little disturbed by the sound of babbling children and chewing Dimas of course, this dinner can be considered perfect. Because all this time, that bastard and stingy old man, Grussel never gave us fancy food. At best the food he gave was only dried chicken, fish bones, and other side dishes of the same style, which even cats were reluctant to eat. I think if I could cry, I would cry happy now.

After dinner, I helped wash dishes and leftovers. I'm not used to housework. But I have to do this. Of course as a thank you for the kindness of Aunt Saantya who would accept me. While being allowed to stay here, of course I have to help with all their work whatever can be done.

At nine o'clock in the night, I've crawled up to the bed. I shared a room with Sister Shella. Because his room had two beds that happened to be empty. The girl didn't mind either. It was precisely happy because someone could accompany him at night. Now there are only two of us here. Dimas had already returned to the hunter's base of 'Dive Night'. Because I'm the only one that was kicked out by that old bastard, he's not. Suddenly I remembered Grussel's sickening expression. Disgust. I wish there was a lizard that fell into his mouth when he snored.

I'm pounding bed linen. Then pull the blanket up to the chest. This mattress is comfortable and soft. Warm anyway. Makes all my tired and tired disappear instantly. Actually I used to sleep a little late. But everyone in this place is used to going to bed at nine o'clock exactly. Inevitably I have to follow this unwritten rule. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. That's what I'm doing right now.

"Anggie .. are you still going to wear that hood?" ask Sister Shella slowly. Get out of his bed.

"Oh yes, yes. The habit." I'm laughing a little. Then take off the hood similar to mine from my head. Similar commonly used by villa touts in the Puncak area. But this hood is specially made to blend in with my leather jacket. The material is also made of a fairly thick fabric.

This thing is the only connection with my real race status, Haier-Elvian. I use this to cover both ears. Human and Elvian relationships are never familiar. They'll discriminate me if they find out I'm not human. Therefore, I always wear this skull whenever I go out of base. Only Dimas and the other hunting members know my secret.

I put the skull on a small table beside the bed. Then tidied up my aura and let it slide to my back. After that, I threw my body back on the soft bed. My eyes were almost closed when I realized the gaze of Sister Shella who was here.

"What's wrong?" I looked to the side. Uncomfortable with his eyes.

"none. I'm just jealous of your long, soft hair. It looks beautiful and beautiful!" he said without hesitation.

"Looks like you already think of me as a real woman, huh?"

"Maybe so." Sister Shella grinned, chuckling. "Really, seeing your figure like this makes me almost forget that you're actually a man. I don't even have a problem letting you spend the night in my room."

Even though I knew Sister Shella didn't mean to hurt me. Still, that statement struck this heart. I didn't reply. Quietly looking at the ceiling of the room and the entire room that only lighted Rubiel—The Moon in this world.

"Come on, I'm just kidding!" sister Shella, trying to comfort me. "Are you still not giving up on finding a way to return to the original world?"

I shook my head slowly. Still not in the mood to talk.

"I think .. You are the most persistent among us, Anggi. Everyone starts to give up and forget about wanting again. You are constantly looking for information. No matter where and for how long, you must go looking even to the ends of the world. Honestly, I'm pinning a little hope on you. Although not expecting too much.

"And I'm sure other friends do too. When I first learned the fact that I was thrown into another world, it was terrible. I was afraid I would never see my parents, my sister, and my friends again. Being in a foreign place is scary. They're not like the people in our town. Their language is also strange, I feel alienated.

"But you strengthened me. He said everything would be fine. You're even willing to join that group of hunters so we can have a place to live in this world. You also taught us to speak, read, and write their language. Until I finally adapted to this world. Even finding a job and living a normal life.

"It's all thanks to you. I'm grateful for what you've done so far. You're like a hero, Anggi."

Sister Shella smiled widely. The smile is pure and pure. Like the moonlight that shines on the concentration of the night. I was stunned for a moment. Trying to understand his words.

Indeed, I did it all. The reason is of course because I'm the only one who can do it. Who else among us can speak this world? Who else among us has abilities beyond humans, until Old Grussel—Si Bastard— is interested in recruiting him into his group? It's all a role I have to play, inevitably.

I used to curse myself who was reborn as a Haier-Elvian. Thinking if it will even bring bad luck. But now I'm relieved. It helps my friends here. Because of that, my life in this world seemed to be made easier. Besides being able to speak several languages in this world, I could see clearly in the darkness that was without the slightest light. Heard a voice from a far away place. My entire five senses and physique felt strengthened. It was as if I was a superhero who often appeared on the big screen. Yeah, correct. It's all thanks to this body.

"Not to think about it, Sister Shella. If only I hadn't turned into a half-elf, I wouldn't have been sure I could have received your thanks." I answered slowly. The girl looked at me slowly, then smiled.

After that we talked at length. About our friends who have left the hunting group and choose their own way of life. The twins, Vian and Vani, choose to be chefs and waitresses at a restaurant in the city. Meanwhile Indra's brother, Erik, as well as several male members, joined the royal army in the country's capital. Everyone is on their own path. Stepping forward above this world without the slightest trepidation.

The night is getting late. Sister Shella asked permission to sleep first. My body is fresh. Because they are used to hunting at night and awake until morning. But I forced myself to go to sleep after a while of thinking unimportant things.

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My eyes were wide open when the sunlight fell on the bed. Shining my face as if to show the whole world, the face of a sleeping Haier-Elvian. I squirm, blink my eyes. Making the bed sheet messy and the blanket fall on the floor. I use my hand to rub my eyelids. While one more hand covered my mouth which evaporated wide.

My life is gradually starting to merge. My vision began to clear and unshadowed again. I turned to the side, Sister Shella's bed. There's no trace of him there. The mattress and bed linen were as neat as there had never been anyone sleeping on it. It seemed like the girl had already woken up once in the morning and tidied up her bed. Pharmacists and orphanage caregivers here are required to start their activities early in the morning.

I immediately got up from the bed. Go to the bathroom that merges with the bedroom. Wash your face with fresh water. Hope to get rid of all this drowsiness. My schedule for now is 'nothing'. But I don't want to be locked up in my room all day.

Jam di dinding menunjukan pukul tujuh pagi. Aku segera mandi, membasuh tubuhku dari ujung kepala hingga ujung kaki. Baju kotorku yang berada di dalam keranjang, lenyap begitu aku keluar dari kamar mandi. Sepertinya Kak Shella kembali lagi untuk mengambil bajuku untuk dicuci. Jadi mau tidak mau aku terpaksa mengenakan pakaian ganti yang sudah disiapkan oleh Kak Shella di atas meja.

Kalau yang kukenakan sebelumnya adalah kemeja panjang dengan celana panjang cokelat. Pakaian yang harus kupakai kali ini adalah gaun putih tanpa lengan, yang menjuntai hingga ke lutut. Ada renda-renda kecil di tepian roknya. Dilengkapi topi jerami yang biasa dikenakan ala turis luar negeri di pantai. Satu set pakaian itu tampak sangat modis dan feminim.

Aku menepuk dahi. Sepertinya Kak Shella sudah benar-benar lupa dengan sisi lelakiku. Kendati demikian, aku tak berniat untuk mengkhianati bantuan tulusnya. Baju itu tetap kukenakan meskipun rasanya memalukan. Semoga saja aku tak bertemu dengan Dimas atau rekan kelompok berburuku. Bisa-bisa aku menjadi bahan olok-olokan mereka.

Oh iya, nyaris lupa. Aku harus menyembunyikan telinga panjangku. Sepertinya itu kegunaan dari topi jerami ini. Kak Shella sudah memperhitungkan semuanya untukku. Untuk menyempurnakannya, aku harus menata rambutku sedemikian rupa agar terlihat lebih bervolume sehingga menutupi kedua telinga ini. Proses ini membutuhkan waktu yang tidak sebentar. Karena itulah aku lebih suka memakai tudung. Lebih simpel dan praktis.

"Anggi, kau mau kemana?" tanya Kak Shella, melihatku keluar melewati pintu depan.

Sepertinya ia baru saja kembali setelah membeli tanaman herbal dari pedagang keliling. Hal itu dapat terlihat dari tangannya yang menenteng keranjang berisi tanaman dan dedaunan segar. Jujur saja, sebenarnya aku ingin membantu pekerjaan di tempat ini. Tapi untuk saat ini, terlebih dengan pakaianku yang ala 'turis di pantai'. Rasanya tidak mungkin untuk membantu mereka. Tentu saja karena baju ini terlalu mencolok. Aku tidak mau bila nantinya menjadi pusat perhatian orang-orang.

Aku tidak mau bila nantinya menjadi pusat perhatian orang-orang

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"Mau ke rumah kenalanku." Aku menjawab pelan.

"Nggak sarapan dulu?"

"Tidak perlu. Aku masih belum lapar, kok. Oh iya, terima kasih bajunya, ya!"

Kak Shella mengangguk, lalu nyengir. "Kau menyukainya? Kau terlihat cantik!"

Hatiku terasa tertohok. Sebuah serangan kritikal tepat mengenai harga diriku sebagai pria. Aku tidak marah. Mencoba membalasnya dengan anggukan kecil dan senyum walau sedikit terpaksa. Setelah itu segera pergi meninggalkan tempat itu.

Cahaya matahari yang hangat menyirami kota Glafelden. Langit terlihat cerah. Angin berhembus pelan membelai wajah. Sungguh, mengawali hari dengan pagi seperti ini membuat siapa pun merasa lebih semangat. Langkah kakiku menapaki trotoar kecil di pinggir jalan sedikit demi sedikit. Orang-orang banyak berlalu-lalang di jam sibuk seperti ini. Kebanyakan dari mereka tengah berangkat ke kantor atau ke sekolah, mungkin ada juga yang hendak berdagang. Deretan kereta kuda yang melaju pelan di jalan raya, menambah kesibukan kota ini. Membuat kota Glafelden terlihat sangat ramai.

Beberapa saat kemudian aku sampai di jalanan kecil khusus pejalan kaki. Kereta kuda dilarang masuk ke sini. Selain sempit, jalanan ini juga dipakai beberapa orang untuk berdagang. Aku sering sekali lewat sini. Karena aku menyukai gurita bakar yang dijual di depan air mancur itu. Ah, sepertinya paman itu tidak jualan saat ini. Oh iya, tentu saja! Dia mulai menjajakan makanannya saat petang menjelang. Ia pasti takkan muncul di pagi hari seperti ini.

Entah mengapa setiap kali saat mengambil langkah, aku merasa cemas. Beberapa kali aku harus memegangi ujung rok agar angin tidak meniupnya ke atas. Ini adalah pertama kalinya aku mengenakan rok sependek ini. Tatapan iseng dari banyak pria memperparah rasa gugup. Aku menundukkan kepala. Melangkah lebih cepat tanpa mengurangi kewaspadaanku. Sial, rasanya benar-benar menakutkan!

Hingga beberapa saat berlalu, aku tiba di tujuan. Sebuah bangunan kecil yang terletak di pinggir kota. Dinding dan lantainya terbuat dari kayu kualitas rendah yang mudah keropos. Beberapa bagian bahkan sudah lapuk dan habis dimakan rayap. Namun, memang seperti itulah rupa kebanyakan rumah di kawasan ini. Aku menoleh ke arah timur. Dari sini kau dapat melihat tembok besar yang mengelilingi kota Glafelden. Namun bukan itu tujuanku kemari.

Dengan perlahan dan hati-hati aku menaiki beberapa anak tangga reot. Lantas mengetuk pintu. Tidak ada jawaban. Aku mencoba mengetuk dengan lebih keras lagi, berharap didengar oleh seseorang yang berada di dalam sana. Keinginanku pun terwujud. Karena tidak lama kemudian, pintu itu terbuka lebar. Mengeluarkan suara nyaring yang membuat ngilu, ketika seorang wanita berambut cokelat keluar dari rumah. Aku menatapnya sambil tersenyum. "Selamat pagi, Almira! Apa kau sedang sibuk?"

Wanita itu menatapku lamat-lamat. Kemudian berseru, "astaga! Aku nyaris tidak mengenalimu, gadis bertudung! Kukira siapa. Sungguh, baru kali ini aku melihatmu berpakaian seperti itu. Tudungmu tidak tertukar atau tercampur pakaian orang lain di binatu, kan?"

Aku menggeleng. "Akan kuceritakan lengkapnya nanti. Boleh aku masuk?"

"Tentu. Mengapa tidak?"

Setelah dipersilakan, aku melangkah ke dalam ruang tamu dan duduk di atas sofa memanjang yang berada di samping dinding. Setelah menutup pintu, ia menguncinya dengan slot. Lalu menyusulku ke arah sofa.

Caranya berjalan saat melintasi ruang tamu, terlihat anggun. Layaknya seorang penari yang berlenggak-lenggok di atas panggung. Kemudian ia menjentikan jari. Sesaat kemudian, rambut miliknya yang berwarna cokelat memudar secara perlahan. Berganti warna menjadi kuning keemasan. Kulitnya yang semula sawo matang, turut berubah. Memucat putih dan mulus bak porselen. Namun yang paling kuperhatikan adalah perubahan bentuk telinganya yang memanjang, dan mengerucut di ujungnya. Sama sepertiku. Namun, warna rambut, mata, dan kulit kami berbeda. Tentu saja, karena aku adalah Haier-Elvian. Sementara wanita yang ada di depanku adalah seorang Elvian berdarah murni.

Ia tersenyum tipis. "Jadi, ada apa kau kemari, Makhluk Pertengahan?"