The Rhyme of the Depositary

034 - SEASON 2

The clock is still showing at 11:10 when Alice and Klayver made it to John F airport. Kennedy, New York City.

Alice was slightly nauseous after spending about five hours in flight. He looked at Klayver who was walking lightly, coming out of the airport with the sunglasses he was wearing.

Damn indeed. In all conditions, the man was always better than Alice. He was like a perfect human being who could stand upright without being affected by anything.

While Alice, shuffled like a shabby cloth that was ready to be thrown away at any time. Donning.

"You don't look a little good. What if we stop by the coffee shop for a second?"

Alice weighed in then shook her head weakly. Time is at lunch. It would be better for them to arrive at the Leicester family residence. He wanted to rest after he got there.

"No. We're just gonna go straight. Are we gonna get a cab or someone's picking us up?"

Klayver pointed to one of the middle-aged men holding a paper measuring twenty centi square meters and inscribed Klayver Vaquez.

"Oh, is he picking us up?" Alice convinced herself. Alice was too nauseous to notice the person standing in the hallway after the first exit of the pickup section.

"Come on," Klayver took Alice by the arm.

Klayver's grip felt strong and warm over Alice's skin. There was an electric vibration that was creeping fast and making Avery goosebumps. Even Klayver's simple touch felt intoxicating.

Klayver nodded in front of the Leicester family envoy and greeted him flatly. "The driver of the Liencester family?"

The person nodded, closely observing Klayver's face and greeting him as flatly. "Mrs. Vaquez?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Come, follow me."

Mr. Vaquez's? Even now the name is still being changed. There is no Tristan Liecester. Looks like both Klayver and Violin are quite careful about keeping secrets.

They were taken down the slightly deserted streets of New York to an elite residential area. Along the way, Alice spent her time sleeping so as not to observe the surroundings too much. He was a little distracted every time he took a flight. Rest will make it better.

After half an hour or so, the driver stopped at a courtyard of a large house with ancient Greek architecture.

Klayver patted Alice on the shoulder and made the woman wake up. With reddened eyes, Alice stared at the large mansion to her right.

"This is your mother's house?" ask Alice. Seeing this building is like seeing the old glory of the Greek kingdom first.

"Looks."

"Looks?" Alice looked confused.

"I've never visited this place after I left the Liecester family. But looking at the model, it seems like this is indeed the type of house that Mom likes. Her taste hasn't changed."

Goody. Their relationship shows no closeness to each other. It was truly unlucky that Alice would have to stand between them for the next few days.

Alice got out of the car guided by the driver. He walked a little quickly following Klayver's wide steps. Two large suitcases were carried by Klayver and the driver.

This house is protected by a fairly high trellis fence. On the left and right side are two statues above the gate. One is a half-body statue of Zeus and the other is a statue of Hera. It seems, Violin has quite a classic taste.

A spacious courtyard with ornate plants here and there refreshes Alice's view. Not far from him, there is a series of cactus plants neatly arranged in a special land with soft green grass.

Rows of various kinds of flowers, such as geraniums and baby breath looks beautifully arranged on hanging pots. In another corner, there was also a magnolia that grew dazzlingly.

In the middle, there was a path dotted with small rocks turning half a circle towards the main door.

The front of the house is decorated with large poles with elaborate carvings on each surface. In the center, there was a perfectly lacquered main door of maple wood.

The driver, who introduced himself as Leon, guided them into the vestibule, which was also the main hall.

This room has an area that can match the meeting room in Alice's office. There were three sets of leather chairs and velvet upholstered chairs scattered across the main point.

Famous paintings adorn the cream-painted walls. Antique vases lined up perfectly under the circular staircase. The sides are shiny, as if showing how high the value is.

Alice clucked in her heart. Overall, Violin is a woman who has a high art in choosing decorations and furniture. Something he dropped on Klayver.

Beautiful, but not too much. Expensive, but not flashy.

How could a person with such high artistic power be a ruthless person and be trapped in a black world. Life often disappoints us. Not always our judgments only rely on visual capture momentarily.

"Klayvers?" The violin runs from the inner chamber with regular steps. His long legs moved swiftly and swiftly.

"Have you come?" Violin asked lightly. His eyes were flat, as if he had no emotions. Just like Klayver. Really perfect genes.

Even if Violin was happy for their arrival, she would have hidden it neatly. It was as if emotion was a disgrace that deserved to be covered up.

"As Mom saw," said Kalyver coldly.

The violin this time wore casual clothing with a blue-cow knit top and ivory-white cloth pants. Her dark brown hair was held high, revealing beautiful star-shaped earrings on her ears.

Violin's eyes that were the same color as Klayver's eyes stared at them closely. This view reminded Alice of the predator's gaze in the wild. Something they should be aware of.

"Do you want to rest first or directly want to meet with Dad? Your brothers will arrive at lunchtime."

Violin explained. Her beautiful face that was polished by simple makeup gave off a strong aura of dominance. For a long time if Alice continued to be in one room with people like this, she would experience severe mental stress.

"alright. Follow Mom!" violin exclaimed with a small smile. He led them through a long hallway and down another staircase in the living room.

Alice had not really observed all the details of the furniture every room she passed. His mind was busy waiting for the comfortable bedroom that Violin had promised. His head was too heavy to stay conscious.

Upstairs, Violin directs them to a room located two rooms from the last staircase. He opened the door and invited them to rest. Klayver dragged the suitcase to the end of the room. Behind him, Leon hands Alice another suitcase.

This room is very spacious. Wider than Alice's room in Manhattan. The large colonnaded bed made of maple wood looked dazzling. The sheets are gold as soft as silk.

On one side, there was a giant window with plain white lacy curtains whose edges were tied. The floor is of oak. The surface is smooth and warm.

"Rest," suggested Violin leaving them both.

Without waiting for confirmation from Klayver, Alice immediately opened the bed cover and flopped down on it. Softness wrapped it very warmly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep within seconds.

Klayver tidied up the suitcase, and arranged the contents in a mahogany cabinet at the end of the room. With a systematic movement he emptied the contents of the suitcase in just a few minutes.

When he finished, Klayver looked at Alice briefly and passed out of the room. He walked down the stairs, walked straight through the hallway and stopped in a room where a vague Violin voice sounded. His instincts still worked perfectly. He could guess which room should be his parents' private room.

Klayver opened the door handle, looking at the two adults who were talking about something seriously.

Realizing his arrival, the two of them turned towards Klayver and looked at him meaningfully.

"Tristan Hi? Or should I call you Klayver now? Welcome back to this family." James, the man who had become his father greeted warmly and spread his arms wide. Symbolically welcome his return.

Dad still looks the same as eight years ago when Klayver left him. The texture of his handsome face was obvious. There are only vague passages that indicate his old age.

Dad's hair, which was black, turned white. But that just strengthens his figure. His age who had entered his sixties, an age not far from Mom, made his eyes glow filled with a look of fatherhood.

Compared to Mom, James clearly had a special side of warmth that was greater than Violin. His emotions could be read and captured. His way of speaking is also more friendly, not as distant as his wife. Violin and James emotions are like polar ice and summer sunshine. Very contradictory.

"Hi, Dad. Even as you age, you can still stand up to Mom" Klayver said.

Klayver plopped down in front of them on a soft, black sofa. This room was his father's office. There was a large document rack in the corner and a set of computers on Dad's desk. Not far from the side, file cabinets are placed together with the wall.

"He is a precious asset that I can't let go" Mom said. He was not offended by his son's words.

"You have chosen to be imprisoned by a female demon" Klayver retorted later.

"Life is about prison, right? Some worship morals, so he is imprisoned in morals. Some adore love, so he is imprisoned to be a slave of love. Some worship power, so he is imprisoned in the system. Unfortunately, I adore your mother. So it's appropriate to be held captive in his power."

Dad beropini's. He embraced his wife's waist in a friendly manner. His touch reveals a deep love. No need to ask again how much James admires his wife. If Violin were a belief, then James would willingly make this woman his religion.

Klayver leaned against the end of the sofa and laid down with an arm. Both of his legs were stretched out. One leg he crossed over the other. Style's relaxed. But both Violin and James realized there was no such thing as being relaxed when it came to their second son.

"How's it going all this time, Klayver?" After much deliberation, Villan decided to call his son by a middle name. There is no Tristan among them.

"Do I have to lie to you, Dad?"

"No. Just tell me the truth."

"I have become a fugitive of twelve countries at this time. My only luck is that no one knows that eyes evil is me. If this information is leaked, well chances are you'll be receiving my ashes soon."

"There will be no ashes of death. In our family, there is no cremation system. I'd rather bury your body with a beautiful, intricately carved chest. That's better."

"Violin, please," James cut off from his wife's sharp tongue. Although James realized how much his wife's affection for Klayver, but often this woman can not control herself so that her words seem painful.

"I don't really like coffins, Mom. The effect is too dramatic." Klayver said lightly, not at all objecting to Violin's comments.

"Stop talking about death. You just got back and I don't like to complicate matters. Listen to me, Klayver. You're still my son. My flesh-blood. From this moment onwards, what this family has is what you have as well. If we have to destroy the world to protect you, then we will!" James said firmly.

Rarely does the real power of this family lie with James. Although the Violin is the prime mover of the family and takes almost every decision, if not allowed by James, he will still not move.

Like a body, the violin is the hands and feet. James is the heart. The man only intervened in critical moments but if it had plunged head-on, his strength could have crushed everyone. More than anything, this face that had this warmth was the most cruel mask. If he wanted to, James had a hundred times more demon souls than Violin. The real power is terrifying.

Only Klyver and Violin realize James' true power. Their other sons, always thought Dad was warm and passive. Very far from Mom.

"I don't really like to rely on other people's strengths, Dad. I can solve my own problems. Don't get too involved."

Both James and Klayver, they have high self-esteem. There are limits they draw to each other. And this is what Klayver has set as a limit.

"We are not someone else. We are family. Forget the mistakes of the past and let's get back together" Dad said diplomatically. Eight years ago, Violin made a mistake that led Klayver to break away from the family. James doesn't want that to happen again.

Kalyver looked at Mom and squeaked a little. He still had a bit of hatred towards the Violin's actions in the past. But time has passed. The pain also began to fade. With weight, Klayver must begin to forgive her mother and connect.

"Don't do the same to my wife this time, Mom. Otherwise, I would really hate you!"

James and Klayver stared at Violin. While the woman was just frowning small, feeling faintly cornered to such an extent.

"I'm just a little curious. Who's your real wife." Violin shrugged, began to think of a plan.

"Dear, don't do anything." James reminded his wife.

"Oh, okay. I'm not gonna do anything to hurt Klayver's dear wife. Just a little introduction, maybe." Violin smiled small, intentional.

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