The Last Elementis's

THE TLE 17

In the past the eagle belonging to Alpha Samuel was the most feared king of birds. He had a special duty to guard the area west of Zoeearth, which was the land directly adjacent to Death Valley. It could be said, he was the most feared aerial knight.

"They may be extinct by now, but I'm sure one day you'll see that sight too." Niles who was explaining laughed, a smile appeared on his face.

The two amagine servants looked helpless under Niles' gaze, sitting sweetly as if they were enjoying every word the boy had mentioned.

Maybe one of them is listening really well. His eyes immediately sparkled as he asked the truth of the remark.

"I've never seen an eagle. They must be very handsome."

Niles smiled and nodded. "Have you ever seen my true form?"

The two maids looked doubtful, but Niles in the end gave no gap to the two answering. He stood in an upright position and gouged both his hands at the waist.

"Remember me, for in the future you will see the ferocity of an eagle through me."

Just as the speech was done, one of the servants tried to resist the cough that wanted to come out while the other one thought in confusion. Still with his innocent face he suddenly said. "Does an owl evolve into an eagle?"

An owl?

Niles' arrogance instantly fell. His grudge against the wolf he had been trying to bury again appeared.

Does the falcon that lost its tail feathers really look like an owl?!

After muttering Gerald's name with gritted teeth, Niles looked at the newly speaking servant.

"You still want to work with Mr Tirian? Get out of front of me!"

...••••••...

The tall and large Tirian house is surrounded by a spacious courtyard. Beside him stood a building with a concrete wall without a roof as a place provided for training.

Right now Niles was pondering at the entrance while thinking about his nippy tail. The feathers are in their infancy. Although it will be back in the end, but who can erase the memories of those who first saw it. Does Niles still have to be thankful that no one called him a chicken?

The more he thought about it made him even more upset. However, all of that became melted as a girl stepped out of the gate.

The rose gold braid over there caught his attention. The body that had been lethargic immediately stiffened.

Unconsciously his feet stepped.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the way."

"Oh?" Niles brushed his hair back. His body was formed as fast as possible. Then in immeasurable confidence, he extended his hand.

"Meet me, I'm Niles." That smile was without a doubt. Of course he did not expect rejection. However, luck did not side with him this time.

"Fiola." The girl just looked at Niles' hanging hands. He continued, "but sorry my hands are full."

Niles expression changed subtly. He pulled his hand and tried to stay professional.

"Normally you don't deliver the pills." Niles saw the box in Fiola's hand.

Fiola was down. "Right, I happen to work at Pyrgos, so from now on this is my responsibility. Where is Mr Tirian?"

"That's great."

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

"I want to see Mr. Tirian. Can you step aside?"

"Oh sure."

Seeing Fiola's departure, Niles felt something strange on his chest.

In his solitude, he began to contemplate what he had just seen. Rose gold hair and lashes that when viewed closely ... Niles suddenly imagined the beautiful fur of a phoenix.

Forgetting the criteria he had mentioned, Niles was innate, her true form must have been very beautiful.

...••••••...

Gerald stepped into the room he remembered as the place where he had obtained the vision. He touched the wooden wall, wanting to check his opinion. Then when nothing happens, he begins to hesitate with the ability to see things just by touching.

Camelia was still with him, watching Gerald's behavior that was obscuring every corner of Nory's house. One thought appeared in his head. Without hesitation he stepped towards Gerald and touched the man's arm.

"What are you doing?"

Replenish energy.

"No, there was a mosquito."

Camelia immediately took some distance before getting more tantrums. He watched Gerald refocus around.

This guy's really a good thing. Just touching it for a moment my energy instantly filled to the brim?!

Was he the one who sent the universe to help restore my disability?

Camelia nodded. He must be mine.

Camelia started to get closer.

"Ekhem, since you've helped me, I'll kindly offer to make you my friend. So what's your name?"

Being friends, Camelia was back in the room. Of course, he would be surprised if I directly offended about the soul mate. We have to start with the most basic relationship.

Unfortunately even his thinking time had run out, he still had not found an answer.

"All right," Camelia said at the end. "Name is not important. I can call you 'Hey', 'You' or 'Kuc—"

Camelia had not yet finished her speech, the sound of the door distracting the two.

A girl came in with her face down. Camelia judged a bit of her appearance. The clothes he wore were very clean from the last one he saw. Everything seemed fine except for the boy's cheekbones that were prominent.

Nory peeked when he saw two people in his house. The boy retreated slowly, his face flat. His mouth was tightly clenched.

Camelia turned to Gerald before walking over to the boy.

With a close distance, Camelia only realized that the child was very thin. As soon as he was wrapped in new clothes, the figure still looked pitiful with a deep eye circumference.

"Norin? Where are you from?"

Camelia's question got a plot in response. It was obvious that Nory was very frightened. Gerald approached after a while. He saw Nory's hand clutching something tightly, so tightly that his little knuckle was sticking out completely.

Camelia only realized that afterwards. He grabbed Nory's hand to see what was there. It only needs to open up a little for Camelia to realize that again Nory is clutching a replica of the witchstone.

"He's scared."

Camelia turned to look at Gerald.

"I don't bully him. Really."

Gerald's been having bad thoughts ever since he got that vision. Then looking at this child's fear, Gerald felt that something was not right had happened to the people in this house. With that in mind, Gerald's hand stretched out to touch Nory.

Seeing that Camelia wasn't thinking about anything good, so she held Gerald's other hand, worried that he would do some uncool action.

"What are you selling—"

Just as Gerald's hand hits the top of the boy's head, Camelia is shocked to see Gerald suddenly fall.

...•••••••...

Gerald was again struck by a sudden electric shock. He didn't know how, but right now he saw Nory walking around with someone holding his hand. They stopped at a shop, then when they came out, Nory had changed into a newer one and one of her hands was holding a bag of sweets.

As Gerald blinked the scene had changed with a familiar-looking wooden room. There Nory was suddenly pushed to the floor. The next sight was something he could not bear to see.

The clothes that had been attached to the tiny body were lost to nowhere. Nory's eyes were flushed by tears. Scene after scene was drawn without being able to be tepis. Gerald felt something in his tummy turbulent wanting to be let out. That sight is disgusting. How that big hand obscures every inch of Nory's little body ....

Until he reached the threshold of endurance, Gerald gasped and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The wrinkle on Camelia's face greeted her. Gerald rises to look for Nory's whereabouts, but the boy is no longer there

"He's gone" Camelia's voice stopped Gerald's unrest. The man suddenly stared blankly. After a long pause of time, Camelia heard Gerald's cold voice break the silence.

"Death is too mild to punish this man's depravity!"

...••••••...

Camelia was once again left alone. Nory with her pale face, while Gerald with an angry look or something.

After recalling Gerald's words, Camelia was again struck by empty confusion. When he didn't know where to look, he suddenly remembered someone's name.

The alaric?

Camelia rushed to leave. However, just as he reached the door, something yellow that flew like a butterfly moved closer towards him. He stopped to extend his hand.

After the replica of the butterfly stiffened in her hand, Camelia took it and unfolded the folds until all that was left was paper with a single stanza of writing in it. Apparently the sender is Aron. Camelia's straight expression instantly changed as soon as she read the contents.

...Quickly return, the abuser has been found....

"Have found?" Camelia's eyebrows almost linked. "I haven't even worked harder."

Strange, it shouldn't be this easy, right?

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