The Last Elementis's

THE TLE 23

"Vean ... You once said about the relationship of the Agrios Clan with the Elementists. Can you repeat that?"

"Relationship with the Elementists? Tumben once, back then you didn't even want to hear when I told you."

"Repeat it."

"The relation of the Agrios Clan to the Elementists .. In short the Elementists is the origin of how the Agrios Clan was formed...."

In the past, when the first witchstone was formed and chose its master to be bound, in the southern region of Zoeearth was a place inhabited by wild animals. At first everything was fine. However, the dark aura that came out of nowhere made the ferocious beasts affected so that it started acting cruel and threatening around.

Back then only the Elementists were able to calm things down while the other races wanted the destruction of the entire savage star. The nymphs and the druids. Arguably they are the closest race to nature. However, the two even agreed to a massacre for them.

The Elementist race as the possessors of pure energy, they did not want any bloodshed. They assume for whatever second a being is as long as they are still breathing, anyone can head down a well-lit path if properly guided.

On this thought to avoid chaos, the Elementists decided to live next to the dwelling place of the beasts. the existence of the Elementists there as a mediating point to guard the beasts both to avoid the scourge of people or threats that may come from outside.

Due to coexisting for too long, the savage beasts began to be exposed to Elementis' life energy. Gradually they began to have consciousness even some were endowed with a special power.

"This change then brings the wild animals that are abandoned in the wild have their own authoritarian. There is also how it can now be called the Agrios Clan, it is thanks to your mighty ancestor, Alpha Samuel. He was bestowed with the power of moonlight so that Queen Elementis raised him as the alpha who led the Agrios Clan. That's how the story is. Why are you asking this?"

Gerald was silent for a long time.

He suddenly said, "Sean...Is it possible that this pendant in my necklace is really a magic stone with..stone?"

Sean was silent. Surprise was on his face. "No way, witchstone is nothing if the Elementists don't exist. Witchstone only reacts to the possessor of pure energy. The Elementists have long since gone extinct."

"What if the Elemental lineage still exists?"

Sean raised his head to look at Gerald. All the words in his throat were just getting less and less out.

Gerald then said, "Sean... I feel my powers are starting to appear."

...••••••...

After his encounter that day with Camelia, Gerald was struck by a high fever. Although he had just experienced a bad physical condition, but once he recovered, he felt a strange change in his body. If usually he will easily fatigue to fever, now he can run up the mountain without worrying about his body will sweat, fatigue that he usually feels almost nothing.

Not only did his stamina improve, Gerald slowly began to realize there were many other changes he felt.

Gerald was initially astonished when in a quiet twilight his listener suddenly heard the sound of a stream of water in the usual place he was climbing which he had never heard before. Then when his steps followed where the sound came from, he found on a distant hilltop a waterfall flowing there.

This was not about the new scenery he discovered, but since when had his audience's senses been so sensitive?

Even the healing ability that exists in him is now growing rapidly. The reflexes he took were always accurate. His movement speed was impossible to guess.

With all those changes, Gerald could think of no other cause than the woman he often met a few days behind. Especially the reaction of the necklace in the last meeting with Camelia ... Gerald wouldn't mistake it anymore, the pendant actually shone as the woman touched his arm.

Distracted by the things that haunt the mind, Gerald is unsure of what he is feeling. However, something in his heart prompted him to look for a female figure to cause his change. As if it was so coincidental, on the eve of a crowded festival he found Camelia also a participant in this autumn fight. It's just that the circumstances were so unexpected, why did Camelia suddenly want Tirian to be her opponent? Gerald was so respectful of Tirian, of course Gerald was not willing to see the annoying woman drop her brother's pride.

...••••...

Gerald's face was flat, not revealing whether he was reluctant or sincerely standing on the arena. However, the man's eyes were staring straight at him. All who saw would know if it was a hostile gaze. Instead of being angry, Camelia just got more and more excited.

"It's funny, yeah."

The sound of piety Gerald could still hear at the end of his sentence. It was too unusual not to feel confused. However, Gerald only slightly furrowed his brows. The rest of the look on the face still remained flat. He shifted his gaze slightly as the woman in front of him made a sound again.

"The last moment we met was not very good. You just left me without answering my question. Although it's a shame to remember but I hope you don't forget."

Gerald remained silent.

"Is this not so strange?" Camelia shrank her voice as she continued. "A few days ago I was still expressing my feelings and now without me getting a definitive answer, you are already standing in front of me as an enemy. Mm is this a bad sign for my one-sided feelings?"

"The sand will soon run out."

Camelia advanced slowly. As he walked he said, "You want to fight me so badly?"

You intend to fight my brother. I can't let his pride be played with by you.

"At this." A wicked smile adorned Camelia's face. He drew his sword and lifted it up and pointed it at Gerald's face. "I'm gonna give up and let you win, but you're gonna have to agree to be my girlfriend..."

Gerald just shook his head and waited for the speech to be finished.

"But if you keep fighting me. .. you can fend off this sword."

Camelia had not even blinked when the sword had been pushed aside by the opponent. Camelia's rarity was heard again. Grinning, he looked at Gerald a little more seriously.

Camelia throws the iron she just picked up to give to Gerald. He said, "Beating me or I don't want to let you go."

With that, the clink of the sword meeting the iron was already heard. Camelia did not hesitate with her attack. However, after ten minutes of dueling Camelia realized there was no counterattack. Upset, Camelia locks Gerald's movements with the tip of her sword right near Gerald's neck.

"You underestimated me?! You decided to fight me, but why didn't you attack?"

Only when under threat did Gerald finally put up a fight. He retreated and quickly dodged Camelia's attack and ended up holding her from behind.

"Rather than being your lover, this is still better."

That whisper strangely ignited Camelia's emotions.

"You—"

Camelia elbows Gerald's stomach and is free from there. He said, "Have you even used your brain to think? You sure you won't regret it?"

Gerald didn't answer just swing his iron. Dust from the sand that was stirred down there filled the air. This time Gerald really put up a fight.

Who would have thought Gerald to be difficult to catch.

Camelia grinned. "You can too."

If previously Camelia thought Gerald underestimated her, then she would pull her words. Gerald had given a series of attacks even Camelia began to have difficulty keeping up with Gerald's speed.

"The sand will be gone!"

"Really! What they do! Why is there no winner?!"

The audience's screams slightly stole the focus of the two. Both Camelia and Gerald, they both turned to check the hourglass.

It's really gonna be over soon.

With that, Camelia's determination was triggered in full. He again swung his sword, actually taking a serious movement.

As he was about to grab Gerald's arm, who would have thought that the man had managed to dodge and even landed a punch on Camelia's back.

it was too sudden that Camelia missed noticing her steps. He almost fell when someone had held his arm.

When she realized Gerald had pulled her until Camelia hit the man's chest.

A huge question mark filled Camelia's head. However, not only did he question Gerald's actions, a great cold sensation radiating to his arm to the rest of the body. It stabbed into the bone until Camelia couldn't hold it.

Camelia's reflexes pushed Gerald's body and she sat down on the ground. His mind was blanked by the discomfort that invaded his body. However, the crowd's screams pulled back the almost lost consciousness.

"He's using magic."

"Magic, that woman wears magic!"

"Well, the victory is invalid!"

"He must be disqualified!"

Camelia initially did not understand the meaning of the remark. However, when he lifted his head, he only realized that the Gerald he had been pushing was now slumped a few meters in front of there.

Camelia was surprised to find that she was not fully energized, but how could Gerald be pushed that far?

The magic?

Camelia looked at both of her hands.

Why could?

...••••••...

Meanwhile on the streets of the festival area that was starting to relax, Aletta paddled her steps unhurriedly. His head looked down at the street with a blank look. When he got in front of an exhibition venue, his forehead accidentally bumped into something solid. As he lifted his head, a man was standing looking towards the front.

Aletta momentarily forgot about her problem when she saw the man still trembling as if the collision had been nothing. Aletta then looked ahead. There's a stage that's not very high up there, some people are playing a role.

Although Aletta only finds cut scenes, but he can understand if this story tells a person who is heartbroken because of his love is not reciprocated.

In an instant, Aletta's shoulders turned heavy again. He breathed a sigh of rage.

"Hah .. not everyone succeeds in love."

Unexpectedly someone's voice was telling him.

"really. I think when I make a choice, I can make it easy. Of course not, everything needs effort. I who had just seen the outside world couldn't possibly directly have the person I liked at the first meeting. This really cannot be called a meeting. I don't even know her name yet, but I already know the guy she likes. Aldwin, that guy's very lucky."

Aletta looked over in surprise. This guy looks foreign. The reflex he asked, "What's your name?"

"South."

The man answered without looking.

The ash brown haired woman who had already stolen Sean's attention at first sight was none other than Lea. However, when Sean asks a dragonfly to help him follow where Lea is going, Sean finds the harsh reality there. Who would have thought the woman he adored was chatting with someone he liked?

The next second Aletta again exhaled, this time sounding heavier.

"Huh! I've known her name, met her several times, but I've always lost the chance to say hello. He's a royal knight, when I chased him earlier he was already hastily gone."

Hearing this, Sean finally turned his head.

"It's good that at least I'm not alone."

Aletta also glanced at him, "It feels strange to share misfortune with strangers."

The next day there was no longer any chatter between them. Two men who are sharing misfortune dissolve in the spectacle ahead while the mind wanders along. Only when the commotion from the person who suddenly ran past them sounded did the two look on in bewilderment.

Sean held someone to ask.

"What's wrong?"

The man who was confronted was still in a hurry as he replied, "Master Malfoy and his family were found lifeless in his house."

"Mr Malfoy?"

Sean clearly did not know who this man mentioned was, but Aletta instantly widened her eyes.

"What?!"