The Last Elementis's

TLE 12'S

Riffendel, a small settlement at the northern end of the Forst Forest. There are some abandoned wooden houses. This shows that this land has long been abandoned. It is said that the place used to belong to wild animals that already have human consciousness, but do not have a decent domicile. They finally left there after joining the Agrios Clan.

No one else dared to visit the place after there was a rumor that said a figure of night creatures inhabited the northern Forst Forest. This fear should mean that the person in question has become a scourge for everyone. Although this is only an accusation, Ragash never felt disturbed. He enjoys his days more relaxed and calm.

Right now Ragash was laying down on a tree branch when he felt a thin wind sweep right next to his face. He opened his eyes lazily and found an arrow stuck in the branch just inches from his ear. This did not bother him at all he even wanted to close his eyes when a shout cared for the senses of his listeners.

"Old Granny! Downhill!"

Ragash looked down only to see Camelia was ready with her second arrow, her gaze even full of threats.

"Fast come you've got an explanation debt!"

Not paying attention, Ragash folded his hands and continued sleeping.

"Well, I'm sleepy" he said with his eyes closed.

When not hearing the voice from down there, Ragash hesitantly thought whether the brat had left already? However, not only had he had time to furrow his brows, something heavy and lifeless landed on his chest.

Ragash instantly opened his eyes only to see a rotten mango enthroned neatly on top of his clothes. Reflex he brushed. There was sticky scraps stuck to his hands.

Between anger and disgust, Ragash took a sitting position with a furious face. He turned his back when he saw the perpetrator down there sorting out another pile of rotten fruit. The tip of his eye twitched.

"You stop that."

Camelia looked at him with a mocking look. "Don't expect you not to come down."

"This fucking kid, hish."

After hearing the sound of a stampede on the ground Camelia just stopped her activity.

Ragash who felt lost his prestige, said with annoyance. "What's? What do you want to ask."

"Old Sister, did you kill an amagine?"

Hearing the question, Ragash raised his head haughtily. "If you come just to ask this, it's better to go home."

"Try to deny?" Camelia grinned.

Ragash remained calm, the arrogance earlier did not drop in the slightest. "Continue accusing me and your question will come true."

Camelia raised next to her eyebrows. "Oh? No thief confessed."

"Take it like that then."

Camelia exhaled.

It's free to argue with this guy.

"I'll report—"

Ragas immediately interjected, "I told you, but you don't believe. I didn't kill anybody." Ragash was silent for a moment then suddenly broke his words. "Anyone but animals."

Camelia silently judged her interlocutor. Ragash will turn his face away if he lies and Camelia doesn't see that now. However, doubt came to blanket as the man suddenly scratched his nose.

What the hell does this mean?

Camelia could not force her charges because she had no evidence.

But if it wasn't for him, what was the cause of his death?

...•••••...

The groundless death case was muffled in just two days. Camelia continued to patrol but found nothing. Even after the autopsy of the corpse performed in the Pyrgos, the potions of the alchemists did not reveal anything meaningful. Or is there nothing strange here?

Everyone is busy with the preparations for the festival, which will be held in late autumn, and the gossipers are starting to switch jobs. Camelia herself finally forgot. But he doesn't just relax. He wandered more often in the amagine residence.

"So her name is Nory? You said he lived alone in that house? Where are his parents?" Camelia pointed to a wooden house that looked unkempt five meters from where she was standing. He was chatting with a middle-aged woman who claimed to be his neighbor.

"His father died a long time ago. If it's Nelina I don't know. After her husband's departure, Nelina only worked as a cook at Mr. Malfoy's residence. She was paid enough, but the woman seemed to have gone mad after becoming a widow. He left and did not return. People think he's dead out there."

"Oh so that's why Nory's been with the old man so much?"

The woman in front of him seemed to dislike the way Camelia called Mr. Malfoy. His friendly face no longer showed a smile. His voice is a little high.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy is a good man. He treated Nory very well. Even now Mr. Malfoy is taking care of him. The boy should devote his life to Mr. Malfoy's family."

Camelia did not listen too much because her mind wandered to think whether Nelina, Nory's mother was one of the missing person victims?

With that thought Camelia looked at the woman in front of her, she put on a smile but said in a small voice, "If you all think a lost person is a madman then my work will be in vain." Camelia then forced a big smile. "Right, it would be great if there were many people like Mr. Malfoy in this world."

Her opponents would no longer believe her if Camelia would have given more praise. The woman no longer replied. A moment later a boy came out of their house, he walked straight but the woman quickly confronted him.

"Luca! Where you going."

The boy rebelled. "I want to go play mommy, let go. Let me go."

The woman dragged him. Both mother and son seemed to ignore the existence of Camelia.

"Come in! Nory's not at his house. Don't play with him."

"No want! I want to play with Nory!"

"I told you not to play with that kid!" The mother pulled an ear, making the child named Luca hysterical with her cries. The scene passed when the mother managed to drag him into the house. The sound of muffled screams was still faintly heard from inside there.

The pathetic looking Nory still had a sincere friend, Camelia thought.

It was quite a relief, but unfortunately the scene was too cliche to get Camelia's sympathy. The owner of brunette hair was more concerned about her stomach that had been rumbling since earlier.

"I've been withholding food since last night. Just be careful if I don't meet that cat today."

Camelia looked back at the side view of Nory's unkempt house. The hunger he had been enduring from earlier made his mind go blank again. Only when the rumbling in his stomach resounded did Gerald's face immediately appear in his mind.

That cat has to come today, I want to make sure of something.

Like a barren field drenched in rain, the knee wrapped in black leather pants was finally back in power after seeing Gerald passing in front of him. Ignoring the already limp physique, Camelia excitedly went over.

"We meet again."

"What's wrong?" Camelia glanced at Nory's house and looked back at Gerald. "The man is not home."

Gerald ignored Camelia's words and only nodded, does this woman want to kill me slowly? Why does he keep appearing all of a sudden!

The expression of the man in front of her invited a question, but not only did Camelia comment again, the presence of someone interrupted the two.

Luca who was no longer crying rubbed his eyes and stopped in front of them.

"You got away?" That was the question that popped into Camelia's head. "You want to play with him? But Nory's not home."

Luca replied with a sling.

"You're his friend, aren't you?"

The boy just stared and remained silent.

A moment later, he threw a surprising question. "You got money?"

Even Gerald who had not cared looked up to see it.

Luca sucked out the liquid from his nose before continuing. He looked at Camelia. "I know a lot about Nory. Give me a coin." Without hesitation, he raised his hand. "Give it."

Camelia's eyebrows shot up next to her. Where's the kid who really wanted to play with Nory? It was unexpected.

"Little boy, who taught you that?" Camelia approached and knelt before him. "Are you not his friend? You wanted to play with Nory?"

Luca again nodded. It doesn't sound.

Unexpectedly a bag of bronze coins passed right next to Camelia's face. He turned his head and found Gerald expressionlessly as the culprit.

Camelia lowered her head in laughter as she saw the pouch had already changed hands in an instant. He looked at Luca still with that laugh. "It turns out you're not a good friend."

"What do you know?" Gerald interrupted.

Gerald's cold gaze shook Luca. His eyes began to glaze over, the grip on the pouch tightened. "I-I'm not his friend. He has no friends. Everyone hates it!"

Camelia held the boy's shoulder. "You're too unexpected."

Luca who has been ignited emotions still speak even though the pressure that rises in the chest to the throat makes him stammer. "He's dirty .. he seduced Mr. Malfoy!" He retreated, Camelia's grip on his shoulder detached. His hand tightly grasped the coin bag. "He slept with Mr. Malfoy!"

Camelia did not feel this bad but she was stunned to see Gerald suddenly take a step forward.

"What did you say?"

As if losing her courage, Luca gulped and simply said, "He's not a good boy." He choked. Her tears are on her face.

Camelia still refused to understand the situation. He asked, "So I heard you wanted to play with him?

"That's a lie!" Luca squeezed the bag of coins. "He got a lot of food and clothes from Mr. Malfoy. I also want to ..." The sound shrank until the end of the sentence.

Camelia's mouth can't close. Woah sycophant? Pretty clever but Camelia regrets her age.

Meanwhile Gerald with a different reaction cut back. "What do you mean they slept together?"

The man did not want to think too far, but his mind had already wandered.

Gerald's cold tone and facial features were intimidating. Luca backed off slowly. She's terrified. As if he said something fatal and then realized it, the cry broke even more. Luca turned around and left.

Cemelia assessed Gerald's face.

What's wrong with them sleeping together? He's just a little kid but this cat gets really angry?

When Gerald was about to give chase, Camelia who knelt for too long could not stand the dizziness on her head. He wanted to stand up but sat back down. The hand was clutching the hem of Gerald's shirt.

Do the symptoms of low blood pressure also affect a potential person like Camelia?

"Wait," she-squeer. "Help me .. I'm hungry."

Gerald turned his head unable to bear, he digested once more Camelia's speech. This woman complained of being hungry to him?! Really am....

"Wake up."

"Help me ..." The handle on Camelia's hand tightens.

Gerald turned his face. Not want.

However, he immediately buried his unwillingness upon seeing someone. The man he had been following all this time walked towards them. Gerald would hide, but in the clutter Camelia did not take off her budget. Not wanting the man to be aware of her presence, Gerald's reflexes cradled Camelia and entered the house in front.

Lucky ... unlocked.

Camelia was quite surprised, but instantly smiled when her goal was easy. Twice met with Gerald, twice also Camelia experienced the phenomenon of satiety suddenly.

This was just her assumption but Camelia thought the feeling of fullness came up every time she came into contact with Gerald. Since there was no other possibility, Camelia deliberately held back her hunger and wanted to prove her opinion. Then his wish came true so quickly. Very easily. They met again, touched even he was in his arms!

Turns right.

Immersing her face in Gerald's chest, Camelia silently smiled. She instead blushed like any normal woman if suddenly held by a man as handsome as Gerald. But it's about the new truth he got. Now he feels full.again.

Forgetting her pleasure, Camelia looked up to see Gerald's face. The man stared warily outwards.

"I'm really surprised you're holding me."

Gerald was silent for a moment before looking at him suspiciously. "You looked so sick."

Camelia chuckles. "Yes, it was.oh cat, thank you."

Cat...

Gerald pecked and without cue removed his grip.

The thumping sound on the floor rang out, Camelia fell unprepared.

"Aw! You—"

Gerald stepped into another corner. His hands clenched tightly.