The Undead Knight's

Signs of Destruction

Hearing Yuki's words, Grandpa Alf chuckled softly.

"Do you believe in destiny? - I don't believe in destiny."

Connect Grandpa Alf quickly.

Yuki's thin lips had not yet moved, Grandpa Alf gave himself a look. Yuki caught his point as if giving a direct insinuation not to cut his words. He had to quietly listen.

The drizzle slowly subsided, the remnants of sunlight forcing their way through the black clouds. The air begins to warm again, leaving a slight feeling of cool dampness.

The reflection of light from magic in Grandpa Alf's hand, swept darkly across his face. But the darkness in the eyes of the old man, as if not diminished in the least. Now Yuki looked at the old man up close, unlike usual who was just from a distance in the shadows. That feeling gave Yuki goosebumps, unable to imagine the old man who lived for hundreds of years keeping something he knew, a collection of negative emotions, deep mountain.

Yuki so thought, regretting saying things that might offend the old man. But he regretted his words more as much as Gillian who said something in his mind without thinking first.

"Only a week to watch him, and his nature is like an infectious disease."

His gaze fell, then let out a long breath.

"Son, I'm afraid you should go after Gillian now. Believe what you see and think now, won't answer that suspicion of me."

End the sentence with a smile.

Yuki thought of course Grandpa Alf knew Gillian's condition, it was impossible for him not to know the effect of the stone by giving it directly to her.

"It's true I don't know yet what purpose Grandpa gave the Miasma Stone to her."

According to him, the reason for giving the stone to the Guild Leader in the city was just an excuse.

He looked seriously at Grandpa Alf, silently thinking. Yuki recalled the profile of his target given before executing the orders of his association

"Miasma stones will react to people with mental instability, especially to someone who is in the process of healing from trauma. The more fallen a person is, the stronger the stone will damage his soul. . ."

The tragedy that claimed the life of Gillian's mother, Esthelle Rossweisse, kept him locked up for almost a year.

From that data Yuki directly interpreted Gillian's unstable condition.

"But what is the purpose ?"

Grandfather Alf knows Yuki is in a position of confusion deciding whether the parents in front of him are a threat in his mission or if this incident is one of the reasons given this mission to him.

Despite the confusion, his expression showed no sign at all.

Thought Grandpa Alf.

Perhaps because Yuki's honest nature answered the question he had previously asked about the contents of the mission or his ridiculous question, making him completely unwilling to play it any further. The decision is on him, he feels it's best for Yuki to decide. Not himself.

He continued his sentence.

"Any event that occurs, one can conclude from various points of view but the results are always the same. Just bad or good. But. . on what basis can he categorize these 2 things? is the judgment born of soul, culture, religion, or is it based on the decrees of the gods?"

"If everything that happens is based on destiny, there is no difference between good and bad. All will receive with chest. Although this body accepts that fate, but not with my soul."

Birds flew over Grandpa Alf's barrier, like staying away from something. Without direction very quickly, even some hit Grandpa Alf's barrier.

The two held their heads pierced by the red color fluttering following the dome shape of the blood of the poor animals.

Then there was a loud explosion from a distance.

Fear, maybe it's a picture of the birds flying above.

"The gate is open. . ."

"Go, son, remember that my enemy is your enemy."

The magic in Grandpa Alf's hands stopped, leaving behind the lost darkness.

While turning around Yuki replied inwardly.

"That's not an expression of fear at all. That face. . . is like a face ready to challenge death."

He stepped a few feet and said.

"I hope Grandpa Alf won't betray humanity. Especially betraying the child's trust in you."

His last word vanished into the darkness, along with his haw.

Grandpa Alf stepped back into his tree house. He mumbled slowly.

"If it were for her sake, I would be willing to become a demon though. Sylphia. . ."