
Gerald could not remember when he was here, where he stood too strange. As far as the eye can see there is only a vast expanse of weeds. The blowing wind blew his juntai in the same direction.
Gerald's hand was raised to caress each of his strands. The rough surface jolted Gerald's consciousness. However, there was not the slightest bit in his mind to question about the real and the absence of his current existence. His eyes swept around, while the arch on his forehead nearly fused together.
Gerald sure only closed his eyes for a moment when the fragrant scent of flowers suddenly filled his sense of smell. It ignited confusion as well as curiosity, prompting Gerald to look back; where the fragrance came from.
In his memory, he simply rotated the body without shifting for a distant step. However, the surrounding scenery changed just like that without any excuse. The sea of weeds earlier, as if it had never existed, was now replaced by a mass of purple petals that bloomed so much. I don't know why Gerald recognized this flower. Which he spontaneously mentioned.
A badge?
Gerald circulated the gaze only to meet the glint of light in the distance. Gerald did not know about the time of his arrival, but the dazzling sun was already about to set.
Gerald's eyes narrowed, his hands raised to dispel the light. Then from the crack of his finger, Gerald caught someone's presence.
Gerald's hand reflexes are lowered. The light fades as the appearance of someone who is now becoming more and more clear. Gerald's eyes locked there, looking at the figure that turned his back looked graceful, sparkling like moonlight.
Her red dress rustled in the wind, while her long hair was beautifully scattered.
Did he just see the goddess? Gerald asked in his mind.
The figure of the woman there turned in an extremely graceful rhythm. Nice looking.
At that time Gerald only realized the long hair there sparkles in a charming silver color.
Gerald was stunned, but something was bothering him.
As strong as Gerald tried to look at her, there was nothing he could get but a smiling lip. As if there was a thin glass blocking as that face, Gerald only saw half a faint face. Gerald couldn't recognize him.
Who her?
His gaze was still trying to find answers, then when his eyes met the neck of the level, Gerald again stunned to recognize something. Necklace with blue pendant perched there ... Gerald recognized.
Gerald's reflex grabbed his neck. Then he came back stunned. Where's the necklace she's been wearing?
His mind then stopped processing when he again saw the necklace worn by the woman.
Is that the same necklace?
Questions raging in the head. However, all of that came to a halt when the beautiful lips there started to move. The figure was like saying something, but there was no sound that Gerald could hear.
After observing for a while, Gerald only understood if the repetitive movement of the lips was mentioning someone's name. Something in Gerald's chest piqued as he realized that it wasn't his name that was called.
Before all of his confusion was completely unanswered Gerald felt an oddity when the surroundings began to become unclear. As if submerged in water, Gerald's shadow was blurred by the ripples of the waves. A few moments later, everything went dark.
...•••••...
"Hey ..bagun!"
It seems too impolite to yell at someone who just helped you. However, Camelia no longer cared. He tried to be gentle, but the results were in vain. The man in front of him was not willing to get up. He changed his method.
"If you don't want to wake up I—"
Camelia sighed and then exhaled.
"Alright, don't be too cruel, he just helped you" he said.
Camelia scanned around. He could not remember how the masked man had left, and things had calmed down when he realized.
Camelia let Gerald, who had fallen asleep on her thigh, lie down on the ground. He chose to take his sword. This time, he decided to put it on his waist.
Afterwards he approached to look at Gerald from a standing position.
So he might be my soul mate? He looked at every inch of that face. Why does it feel a bit...strange?
After a brief pause he shook his head and knelt beside her.
"Forget it, let's take care of him first. How do I wake her?"
Camelia looked up to find water. Not seeing any signs of his existence, he shook his head again and suddenly thought, "alright, he's not that hard to get up. He just got hurt. Think of another way."
Every time the doctor was treating someone, he always touched the vital instrument to check the pulse. So Camelia thought of imitating him.
"Not here." Camelia moves from the wrist to the neck.
"Will he die? Why is his heart rate so weak?"
For a more accurate examination, Camelia lowered her head and attached her ear right to the heart. He leaned long enough on the chest of the field only to raise his head with a surprised look.
"Great!"
Gerald's breathing began to weaken, which Camelia could deduce. He believes that is the reason why this man has not yet woken up. Instead, Camelia's face started to get serious when she thought of one other method.
"Will it work? I've never tried it."
Camelia touched her lips, then thought for a moment.
He just had to blow air into his mouth. It was not difficult at all, just that Camelia was doubtful how the air she was blowing could make this person breathe?
However, it didn't take long for the woman to begin to bring her face closer.
"A little bit more, I'll kill you."
Camelia's journey was only halfway through when someone's cold voice came greeting her.
Camelia pegged in the middle before pulling her face quickly.
...•••••...
Instead of running off to hide, this selfless woman kept tailing behind with the many questions she was asking.
"You sure you're okay?"
"I saw you check out Nory's house, what are you looking for?"
Those questions changed in a short time when it did not get a single response. But Camelia did not give up and carefully threw the final pass.
"I know something about Alaric."
Feed received. Gerald finally stopped to look at her.
"Say."
Camelia smiled triumphantly. "Information doesn't come for free, answer my question."
Unfortunately what he received was a cold stare before finally being abandoned once again.
...•••••...
Gerald arrives in front of Nory's house and senses someone has also just stopped behind him.
"You really still need this house?"
There's no reply to that question. Camelia's eyebrows clutched to see the man enter just like that.
"Well, you really knelt him down. You even know when this house is empty."
Camelia followed in the end. In there Gerald looked around the room very seriously. Camelia couldn't help but ask.
"What exactly are you looking for."
"You have an explanatory debt." Gerald responded without seeing his interlocutor.
Camelia shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't found my answer."
"Are there any adult women living here?"
Camelia grinned. "There are no additional questions before I get my answer."
Gerald closed his eyes, giving up.
...••••••...
Meanwhile, in Elwood, the residence of the Agrios Clan. Mauren and Fiola and another Pyrgos worker were resting while having lunch at Fiola's house. The Pyrgos workers accidentally met and held a small event. Mauren took advantage of the weekend break by venturing outside Troas, which is why she got stranded at this impromptu event.
You could say this is just a dessert to just block the stomach. However, Mauren as the only wizard who did not come from Elwood, was astonished by the bountiful flesh that was on the table. He may have forgotten that the Agrios clan was a true carnivore.
Mauren tried to forget her admiration and just ate quietly.
"How was your experience working at Pyrgos, Fiola?" Mauren asked in between her mouth. They are in the same workplace but rarely have casual chats. This is the right time to cover up the shortfall so Mauren does not want to waste it.
Fiola violated his nape which was not itchy. "It was really hard at first. But now I'm getting used to it."
A woman next to him nodded. "It doesn't matter Fiola, everyone has the same start as you."
"Ms." Fiola smiled. "It's rare that we get together like this. Had Aletta joined us, it would have been a complete vacation."
"Let me guess," Mauren responded. "he's either struggling with his experiments or perhaps dissolving into his excess thoughts?"
Hearing this, Fiola and Raina laughed.
"Oh you guys go on. "Fiola cut in between his laughter. "I have to deliver the pills at Mr. Tirian's residence. Consider it your own home."
Mauren looked confused but then nodded. Raina looked relaxed.
"Go I'll accompany her."
After Fiola died, Mauren could not cover up his curiosity any longer. He then faced Raina to ask.
"What did he mean?"
Raina thought for a while before answering. "You know our clan has another form in the form of an animal?"
Seeing Mauren nod, Raina continued. "Some of us have a chance to evolve. We call it progress. For example: a sea serpent could evolve into a dragon with some training."
Raina put the meat in her mouth before continuing. "Master Tirian formed a community and gathered people who could potentially evolve. The pills that Fiola intersperses are useful to aid their development. Mr. Tirian asked Queen Seraphina and Mr. August specifically to provide each month."
"I just found out." Mauren still has another gaffe. After looking at the entire room, he again said, "From this house, I see Fiola is a well-off person."
Raina cut. "Yes, he's Mr. Kenan's nephew. You know our clan leader?"
Raina nodded, "ah so so so. He's rich enough to want to work in Pyrgos."
Raina shrugged. "the rich man's mind is unexpected."
Mauren unintentionally turned her head towards Fiola's remaining food. Seeing the contents of the plate that were different from the banquet in general at the table, another confusion re-formed. "Do you eat vegetables?"
Raina who followed Mauren's gaze smiled.
"actually no. But Fiola is a little special."
"Special?"
"You can guess what the real form of the food he ate was."
Mauren frowning. Then when his gaze met on the carrot slices dominating the plate, he was stunned.
"Rabbit?"
...••••...