Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

The silva 3

Silva's chin stumbled down and he immediately woke up. Did he fall asleep?

    Reader standing sculpted in the cabin hallway. His body filled the doorway, too tall to be forced to duck at the bottom door. How long has Reader been watching? Silva quickly checked Krista's pulse, relieved to find that her breathing condition and pulse were stable for the time being.

    "Was I sleeping?"

    "Sleeping chicken."

    Silva stretched his tired body and rubbed his eyes to dissipate his sleepiness. "But not snoring?" Reader said nothing, instead she watched him with her eyes that were as blue as pieces of ice. "They let you hold the razor?"

    The reader's shackled hand rose to his newly shaved jaw. "The son who shaved." Tera must have cut her hair too. From the messy plots, Reader's long blonde hair had been trimmed. Her hair was short, so short that it could not cover the scars of Hellgame.

    However, Reader would have loved to be free of his beard, Silva thought. After Dushenka completes his mission, they will be given the title of officer. They had to shave clean in the reception, and if Reader managed to send Silva to the Royalemerald, he would have already earned the title. Congratulations on your recent promotion as a killer. Silva was more aware that when faced with whom, he sat up straight, his chin raised.

    "Well, what's wrong, Reader?"

    "Please don't."

    "What's? You like it when I speak Kalterville?"

    "I don't want to hear my language from your mouth."

    Silva felt the young man's cheeks heat up without excuse. Deciding to take a fad, Silva spoke in Barchen. "But I like it when I speak your language. You said it sounded clear." It is true that, Reader likes the accent of Silva-from reciting vowels like a princess, thanks to her teachers in the small palace.

    "Don't lure me, Silva," he said. In Kalterville, his voice was loud and brutal, his accent hoarse as if he were talking to a murderer in prison. "The letter of forgiveness is a dream that is difficult to remember. Better to remember your weakened pulse under the grip of my finger."

    "Try it," said Silva, he was tired of Reader's threats. "My hands are now unfettered, Reader." Silva bent the tip of his fingers, Reader gasped as his pulse accelerated.

    "Witch," Reader groaned while sweat appeared above her eyebrows.

    "There's no good nickname other than that? You certainly had hundreds of calls for me."

    "Thousands," he bursts while holding his chest.

    Silva relaxed his fingers, he didn't understand what he was doing. Punished him? Reader has the right to dismiss it.

    "Go, there, Reader. I have to take care of my patients." Silva focused on checking Krista's body temperature.

    "Will he survive?"

    "Do you care?"

    "Of course, he's human."

    Silva heard a sentence left unspoken. He's another human with you. The Barchens believed that the Juwels were not human. They are not even comparable to animals, rather more despicable, as a plague, a curse.

    Silva shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I've put all my effort into it. Clearly, this is outside my field."

    "Ken asked if Cherry Blossom would send an envoy to the 'udeshleg."

    "You know Cherry Blossom?"

    "Western Kharfa is an interesting topic of conversation in Raregate."

    Silva was speechless, without a word, he rolled up his sleeves. Two pink flowers bloomed on the inside of his arm. He could have explained his activities there, that he never made a living by lying in bed, but Silva's activities there were not Reader's business. Let the young man believe whatever he wants.

    "You choose to work there?"

    "Why? Why did you stay in Kalterville?"

    Silva rubbed his eyes. "I don't want to leave you at Raregate."

    "You put me there."

    "My work is wrong, Reader."

    Anger flared in the young man's eyes, his face of tranquility dated instantly. "Disguised? I saved your life and you accused me of being a slave trader."

    "Yes" said Silva. "And this past year, I've been looking for a way to fix my mistakes."

    "Have your lips ever been honest?"

    Silva leaned back in the chair with a lackluster. "I never lied to you. It won't."

    "First, you lied to me by remodeling your face. And secondly, you lied in Knuddelbar, as I recall."

"Pronounced right before you arrested me and threw me into confinement. Should I be honest?"

    "I won't blame you. You can't possibly act any other. Lying is the charity of your people." Reader squinted at Silva's neck. "You're not bruised."

    "Have I lost, trouble for you?"

    Reader was silent a thousand languages, but Silva saw an embarrassed expression flashed across his face. Reader always fights with her own kindness, just like Krista. To become a Dushenka, he must kill well within himself. However, his true self never left, while Silva began to see the real Reader in their days together after the shipwreck. Want Silva to believe that the Reader is still there, solely confined in it, even though Silva has betrayed him and bear nothing in Raregate.

    "I have to take care of Krista" Silva tried to drive the giant away immediately.

    Reader did not move from her place, instead she said, "Silva, have you ever thought of me? Did I mess with your dreams?"

    Silva shrugged his shoulders. "Soulvalin can sleep whenever he wants." Even though he can't control his dreams.

    "Sleep is a luxury in the Raregate. Sleep is dangerous. But while I sleep, I dream of you."

    Silva.

    "Rubber," said Reader. "But the next time I close my eyes."

    "What happened in your dream?" silva asked, excited as well as afraid to hear the answer.

    "The spooky. The most cruel torture. You drowned me slowly. You burned my heart out of my chest. You blinded me."

    "I'm a monster?"

    "Monster, ice angel. You kissed me, whispered stories into my ears. You hugged me while I slept. Your laugh chases until I wake up."

    "You used to hate my laughter."

    "I really like your laugh, Silva. And your strong swordsman heart, I may have liked you."

    Maybe before he betrayed Reader. Those words were piercing to pain.

    He knew he didn't have to open his mouth, but Silva couldn't. "Then, what are you doing for me?"

    The ship doyong just a little, the lanterns move to and fro, the reader's eyes blazing blue fire in the reflection of the lantern. "Everything," he said. "Everything."