The Last Elementis's

THE TLE 13

Camelia rubbed her sore buttocks.

"I just thanked you. Is he deaf? Is this how the Agrios Clan welcomes one's goodwill?" Camelia stood up to catch up. The abundance of new energy he felt made him forget his pain. "Well, if you're angry because I'm hiding something then I'll explain—"

Camelia had just wanted to convey her intentions, but her mouth was suddenly silenced by Gerald's hand. The man unexpectedly turned around. Her movements were too fast, as Camelia realized she had already been pulled into another room.

A room.

Gerald's hand still faithfully landed on Camelia's mouth. While the woman's body was squeezed into the wall.

Camelia looked at the face of the perpetrator. Gerald kept looking at the door. Camelia finally understood as the creaking of the open door sounded. Someone just entered Nory's house. Camelia did not rush to protest. He wondered who was this cat trying to avoid? Then his memory stopped on someone.

The guy he was watching yesterday?

Camelia straightened her face as Gerald suddenly turned his head. The distance between them is almost non-existent. As close as this Camelia realized the amber color in Gerald's eyes. Iris with a blend of golden yellow, and brown color should be charming. However, Camelia who used to be fascinated with the iris of every cat she met, just grounded and grounded, apparently the human version of cat eye color is more interesting.

Camelia's gaze was still there. Gerald pressed his index finger against his lips, gesturing to remain silent. Somehow that one move was able to make Camelia stunned.

Although she hadn't met much, this was the first time Camelia had seen a calm expression on Gerald's face. No trace of cold. The sight made Camelia want to deny her previous thoughts; the iris was only a small part of the enchanting word she had pinned. However, the whole face is the most worthy of the real beautiful word.

Camelia regained her senses when Gerald's hand along with the whole body was already away.

"He's gone?" Camelia immediately asked but Gerald just acted as if he did not understand her words. He left Camelia.

"Wait!" Camelia made a sound after a while. He followed. Camelia's steps stopped suddenly when she found Gerald blocking her at the door. Because of the distance, Camelia pulled the brakes on her legs too late until her body hit the man in front of her. Gerald who was also not ready immediately lost his balance. The two could only resign as the bodies fell over each other with Camelia at the top.

The way she had fallen alone should have been embarrassing, but Camelia grew even more shaken when she felt something holding her face. Camelia immediately wanted to curse as she saw those filled fingers filling her face.

Fucking palm! My face has lost its price!

Camelia brushed it off angrily. However, just now wanting to vent emotions, Camelia fixed her position when she saw Gerald down there already closed her eyes. Camelia's reflexes examined the man's head.

"Has his brain broken? The collision wasn't too hard, was it?" Just as she felt the cranium still intact, Camelia heaved a sigh of relief.

He was stunned when he saw a white glow shining from Gerald's chest. When the light started to dim Camelia only realized there was a pendant there.

Camelia's eyebrows pucker. He muttered, "why does the necklace shine?"

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Gerald was not used to being close to women. However, Camelia had already broken that principle several times. He never even imagined he would be in this intimate position with a foreign woman. Even so, Gerald will praise his hand for successfully making the final rescue.

Shock. Sure oes. Gerald was sure he would have made further efforts to push the woman's body on top of it, but the strange sensation when his other palm touched the floor made him flinch and instantly forget what happened. The last thing Gerald felt was an electric shock sensation invading his entire body then an image of the scene with another atmosphere filled his head.

Still in the same place, but Gerald's position has changed at the top. Gerald could not remember from when, but there was a woman underneath him and surprisingly the face was much different from the woman he had been before. Gerald didn't recognize who this woman was. They are different people.

Gerald was sure of doing nothing but in his current view the clothes of the woman below slowly began to open. Gerald was surprised when the woman began to rebel and even shed tears.

Gerald tried to move the body but as if this was not his, as if he was just hitching a ride, Gerald was just watching without being able to do anything.

After forcing all his strength and realizing it was only a waste the last step Gerald took was to close his sight.

Everything went dark in an instant. Then a faint voice echoed in his mind. Gerald suddenly flinched as his consciousness slowly began to return.

"Hey .. wake up."

Gerald's mind and eyes were still adjusting around while his lungs were trying to scoop up the air. The pressure of shock made him slow to digest the situation.

"What's going on? Look ... Your necklace is glowing again."

Only upon hearing Camelia make a sound did Gerald's consciousness fully return. He quickly moved backwards and without waiting again immediately stood up to get out of there.

The abandoned Camelia was instantly confused, "Did I just scare her?"

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In Aletta's house; the land at the very end of the amagine residence directly adjacent to the Forst Forest, Camelia was lying on a long chair. The background noise from Aletta's complaints occasionally steals her focus.

"Why am I so sleepy?" As usual Aletta was struggling with her work which she brought from Pyrgos. "... what else during the day, now even my head hurts."

"Alchemical towers are not meant for weak people like you. Don't be so surprised." Camelia refocused on the ceiling of the house after throwing away the remark.

Fortunately this time Aletta was wise enough in responding so that there was no sound of heightened intonation. "So is that why Mr August keeps suggesting that I take his pills?"

"I didn't know there was such a thing." Camelia responded. "...but it should be as amagine your body will be affected if all day there."

Aletta who looked lethargic her face turned a little more lively. "Oh so because of that." Aletta digested Camelia's speech. "Mauren a wizard ... Fiola, although he had only a small amount of Agrios Clan blood, was not a full amagine either. Other workers ... Oh so that's why Mr August only gave me the medicine because I'm the only one who's weak?''

Aletta came back lethargic. Lying his head on the table, he continued, "did I just go out?"

Camelia got up and took a sitting position. He seemed to be responding to Aletta's words, but the next thing came out even different.

"Alett, do you think Old Malfoy is a good man?"

"He's a good man." Aletta answered spontaneously, but after thinking again she suddenly got up. His voice went up an octave. "Talk right. What's going on between you and Mr Malfoy?"

The sound of a table shake suddenly sounded.

"Why did you mention too many men? Is your business with Mr Malfoy over?"

"Not yet."

Aletta closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled. "Listen. I don't want to take care of your business, but it's not good to date a lot of men at one time. Try to find a guy who is your age. Why are you bagging old men?"

Camelia looked at him with her flat face. Though he still had one question about the necklace that could shine. However, hearing this remark of his friend, he lost interest.

"Rest." Camelia flicked her hand. "... go to rest, it looks like you need to sleep."

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Tirian had just reached the door to enter his room when he sensed the aura of someone. From that suddenly expanding smile, it seemed like this figure was an important person.

"You remember to go home." Tirian saw the figure turn around and returned his smile. "...Has your search yielded any results, Gerald?"

"Aren't you glad I'm back?"

Tirian chuckled before finally sitting on the available sofa. "Who doesn't miss his family? Of course I'm happy." After letting Gerald sit opposite him he continued, "so where does Alaric go every time he leaves Elwood?"

"Troaz. I found him wandering around there. He's following a guy named Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" The name sounded foreign to Tirian's ears.

Gerald showed the same frown on his forehead. "I'm not sure who she's following, but there's a daughter every time I see her."

"Mn, what is he really looking for?"

Gerald questioned that in his head as well. However, as he recalled the strange events in Nory's house, he looked at Tirian to ask.

"Sister, about your power of being able to read other people's minds, how do you make that happen?"

Tirian turned to look back. It's not usually Gerald to question this. "By physical contact. Why?"

"I could suddenly see that scene—" Gerald couldn't call it. "...I shouldn't have seen. But I don't know how that could have happened."

In the Agrios Clan, the measure of strength was seen from how savage one's original form was. Kenan, the clan leader in the form of a bear, had an unstoppable strong physique as his strength. Tirian, who people know he can read the minds of others by touching one of his limbs. All vary according to their origin.

But it was different with Gerald. He could only rely on basic physical strength without being able to develop. Then suddenly he could see a picture of a memory he had never seen. Isn't this surprising?

"How is that exactly?" Tirian.

Gerald tried to think, but only ended up with a sledgehammer. "I don't know."

Tirian sparked his thoughts. "Is it possible you saw something that's already happened or maybe the future?"

Gerald was unsure about this because it had never happened before. However, Tirian's remarks could be justified.

"You yourself know, I'm a tiger and you're a wolf, that we're not really brothers. So I don't know how your powers will develop."

Tirian gazed into the distance and continued, "But I've heard of someone with such strength."

Looking at the silent Tirian, Gerald furrowed his brows. "Who?"

Tirian suddenly smiled.

"He was the alpha of your clan in the past. He's Alpha Samuel the leader of the Golden Light Moon Pack. He could see any memories by touching what he wanted to see."

Somehow Gerald felt bad about this, so he tried to avoid Tirian's gaze. However, the foster brother detected his movements well. "Doesn't this make sense?" A familiar rarity came out of his mouth. "Should I justify people's guess that you're Alpha Samuel's reincarnation?"

"Don't make fun of me." Gerald still refused to look at her. "How can I be equated with him."

Knowing that Gerald had reached his limit, Tirian stopped his jokes.

"I am not mocking." The man's expression changed as he said the next thing. "because you've been there several times, what about the Troas women?"

Hearing only the last two words, Gerald thought of one person. Without hesitation he said, "Bad."

Tirian tilted his head to look at the seriousness of Gerald. His eyebrows raised next to. "Really?"

Tirian's mind wandered at his meeting with someone. The curvature at the corner of his lips widened as he said, "But I don't think so."

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