In search...
The words spoken to him ignited a vague guess. Moulin rewinds during the capture of the demon in Jagra's ho. The mysterious hooded figure who suddenly rescued Jagra after watching him for so long. Moulin was uncertain of his objectives but one thing is for sure... He was suspicious.
Standing beside him, Ghana observed Moulin's serious expression. Who is this person? And why was he looking for Jagra? If it is sothing that involves her dearest friends, of course, she would be there to resolve it. But once again, she felt like there was sothing Moulin wasn't telling her.
"Lead the way," she told the man.
...
The n guarding the room saluted before Ghana and the young master. Their large fras nearly reached the top of the doorway and their expressions were indifferent. However, faced with the two prominent people before them, their eyes are filled with the utmost respect and vigor. They grasped the door handles and opened the doors before their superiors.
"No one is to enter until I give the order," Ghana commanded, glancing at the n and hinting that no one should overhear whatever discussion occurs within the room.
The guards gave a sound of acknowledgnt. With a click, the barrier is cast and the doors are shut tight. Within the dim room, with only two wall lamps illuminating the area, three people are isolated from the outside world.
The white-haired youth's silver eyes landed on the person restrained on the tal chair. At first glance, Moulin imdiately recognized him as the person who saved Jagra's life yesterday as well as the person who had spied on Jagra and him long ago. The man is tall with broad wide shoulders and every bit of him is concealed except for his pale hands.
The hood concealed his facial features but Moulin could not sense a hint of hostility from the man which relieved him.
"Do you know him?" Ghana suddenly questioned, turning to Moulin. The youth was slightly startled.
"No… but I've seen him lurking around Jagra's ho. After the demon attacked him, this man ca in ti to save him."
"Lurking?" Ghana raised a brow with a questioning gaze. A trace of distaste filled her. Who is this man to be stalking around Jagra's abode? A spy? So perverted fool?
Moulin could not miss the suspicion hidden behind his friend's voice. He only turned away from her gaze and focused his attention on the man tied up before them. The person wasn't struggling at all. It seems he willingly ca to surrender. But what does he want with Jagra?
Before Moulin could ponder, Ghana suddenly approached the man with long strides. Her long platinum hair swayed from her ponytail as she moved. With a bang, she slamd her foot on the backrest of the prisoner's chair. The loud noise startled Snow who was dead asleep in Moulin's warm arms.
"You…" She started with a harsh tone. "Why have you co here instead of hiding like a rat in the city?"
"…" The man didn't respond. Instead, he tilted his head to et Moulin's observing gaze.
'His eyes…' Thought Moulin in shock. It is as red as a demon's. Like Uldher's frightful smile, eerie and ominous. However, they did not look at Moulin aggressively. Instead, what Moulin felt was calmness and a bit of urgency. About what?
Frowning, the silver-eyed youth soothed Snow with soft strokes before approaching them.
"Eyes up here. Why are you looking at him?" Ghana's voice sharpened like a knife ready to cut. The man continued to stay silent.
"Take off his hood," Moulin's voice interrupted.
With narrowed eyes, Ghana grabbed the hood and pulled it back harshly. Her fingers nearly ripped off the man's scalp while doing so. The man could not help but release a pained groan. It seems Ghana would do everything if it ant breaking him down until he spilled his intentions.
Moulin's eyes widened. Pointy ears were the first things he noticed. 'An elf?'
Then pale short hair and skin, and unlike an elf's soft features, this man had a rugged appearance. Three identical scars on his right cheek ran down his jaw. It looked as though a wild animal clawed his face. There was a hint of desperation and silent anger boiling in his gaze when they t Moulin's.
Then there is the sense of familiarity creeping into Moulin's chest. It drew the youth's brows together in confusion. He could not point it out, sitting on the tip of his tongue. Where had he seen him before? The question was drowning him in re seconds.
Moulin could hear Ghana calling him but he was too busy trying to sift through his mories, trying to dig up any sort of evidence that he had seen this man before. Then suddenly, he rembered this man was looking for Jagra…
The man looked as though he was waiting for Moulin to fully recognize him. His gaze carried a lazy indifference, waiting and watching.
"Gaile…" The na ca out of Moulin's mouth before he could think. Gaile, Gaile… Gaile. What woke him back to reality was Jagra's low voice, desperate and frustrated from his nightmare hauntings, plaguing him every ti his eyes closed. His friend's sighs echo in his mind.
The man who planted the curse inside Jagra's body.
A fierce rage consud Moulin almost instantly. Snow had already left his arms the mont, he sensed Moulin's anger. Then with unbelievable strength, Moulin abruptly grabbed Gaile's collar. He seethed and his eyes burned in fury. Ghana who was by his side stepped back in surprise.
Finally, the elf's face revealed a relaxed expression. "Have you finally recognized , My lord?"
"I will destroy you…" Moulin threatened. "After the curse you have placed on him, what else do you want from him?"
Gaile eyes trembled for a brief mont. It seems Moulin's words struck ho. With a twist of his wrist, Moulin began choking him. Ghana finally intruded.
"Moulin, calm down. Calm-"
"I did not an to hurt him…" The elf's voice was hoarse. He didn't try to resist Moulin at all, feeling as if he deserved this. "It was all I could do-"
"Do what? Why? Speak now or I'll twist your neck off," Moulin threatened with cold eyes.
The elf pressed his lips together. In the brief silence, Ghana and Moulin were waiting for his words. Finally, he spoke.
"I am Uldher's creation…"
Moulin froze. When the na was spoken, he felt a sense of foreboding.
Ghana took advantage of Moulin's silence and loosened his hold on the elf. She didn't know what they were talking about but she could feel the tension rousing within the room. An ominous feeling crept into her. She only waited to understand more.
The elf was relieved when the youth's hold loosened. Most of all, he was relieved that Moulin was already familiar with the na. However, never did he let his guard down.
"My master created many years ago for the sole purpose of crippling the elven forces of ian. However, I have no loyalty towards him. What he gave , aside from this lowly life of mine, were decades of torture and control. I am but a puppet of his sches."
Moulin had finally cald down while he listened. "What was your purpose with Jagra?"
"I swear, I did not an to harm him. When the plague began, it ant I was to return to my master's side. However, Sir Jagra has touched this abominable heart of mine. I could not leave knowing I was ant to destroy every little thing he cared about in this world. My master and the Lord Demon's intentions have strayed far from what I truly am and want. The curse..."
With cold eyes, Moulin watched as the elf struggled to speak as though there was so invisible force preventing him from talking.
"The curse... is a key." The elf managed to spit out. "I have not much ti ever since I've strayed from my master's side. It holds the Lord Demon's location and I have left it on Sir Jagra. If it were a physical object instead, the Lord Demon and his Hunter would sense it and hunt down Sir Jagra. I had no choice."
"You've co here to explain this to us?" Ghana probed. Although she was ecstatic to learn helpful news even though she wasn't truly certain they were true yet, she sensed there was more left unsaid.
"No... There is another reason why I have co to surrender myself." This ti, Gaile's expression turned grave. He looked as though he had been waiting for this mont for a long ti.
"It concerns you, My Lord." Gaile returned to Moulin. With his red eyes, he took in every feature of the young man's indifferent countenance.
"What is it?" Ghana urged, this ti she felt disturbed.
"Forgive but I wish to speak to your leaders first, my lady." Gaile requested, which was very stupid before Ghana's presence.
"What? " Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. She scoffed, "You have the guts to demand sothing from us? Do you think your information is worth more than your head?"
Surprisingly, Gaile nodded, "Unfortunately, Yes, My Lady."
Ghana almost tore him apart. Moulin stopped her before she could beat him up. The young man scanned his face silently before bending to his level.
"Tell sothing that proves the weight of information and I may gladly agree to it."
Gaile raised his gaze. It is like an unperturbed lake, still and dead. "Your rebirth and your soul's purpose."
Moulin paused.
He didn't realize his hands had already stiffened. Even he failed to understand the reason for his rebirth. He only had a vague guess. Death ripened his soul and his magic. To hear it from another's mouth was as ominous as hearing his prophesized death. Restraining the emotions from spilling from his eyes, Moulin calmly straightened himself.
If it was sothing that involved Moulin's being, Hadrian should be the first to hear from it.
"You will attempt to reveal it?"
Gaile did not relent from Moulin's piercing gaze, "My lord, they will eventually find out in the end. Your secret cannot stay hidden forever. If you wish to stop the darkness from consuming this land, sacrifices should be made. You cannot win this war alone."
"..."
How terribly right his words were. Moulin could not refute it no matter how much he wanted to. Many had already questioned his revival and it was sothing he had not dwelled upon for so long. However, he needed a new perspective or opinion. The Demons were after his life. And although Hadrian swore to protect him until the end, he could stop his three deaths.
The third has yet to co.
However... He could also not blow his cover. He was another soul.
It was uncertain how long the silence stretched between the three people in the room. However, the decision fell upon Moulin.
...
"Bring in so people to clean him up," Moulin spoke,
Ghana gave him an incredulous look, " You can't seriously be considering it?"
"I believe it is... Important." Moulin glanced at Gaile. Turmoil wreaks havoc in his chest.
Ghana frowned, "There are many things you haven't been telling ."
"And you shall know in ti..." Moulin closed his eyes turning away to catch the little snow fox who had jumped into his arms when he turned away. The look in his eyes was indescribable as he felt a deep foreboding.
.....
"He knows about your rebirth?"
The man behind the desk lifted his gaze. When his back is straightened, as it had always been, he's like an unclimbable mountain filled with all kinds of danger. Although he is seated, he looks intimidatingly tall. His golden eyes are like unquenchable golden flas, bright and scorching as they settle on the slender man standing before the table.
A sigh escaped the youth's mouth while he nodded. He'd already summarized all the information Gaile had given him so far and conveyed it to the Herculean Lord before him. The only people present in the room were the two of them. Hadrian had ordered everyone, including Varick, to leave the mont Moulin requested to be presented. Varick only shook his head and herded everyone out.
The lord needs to recharge with his wife's presence.
Lord Hercullio raised his chin slightly and relaxed his hands, intertwining them together. His deep voice almost made Moulin shudder. "And here I thought you ca because you missed ."
Resisting the urge to smile, Moulin switched to rolling his eyes. "Please, Your Excellency. It is an important matter."
"Anything involving you, beloved," Hadrian responded with a deep gaze. There was no smile but Moulin could tell how amused he was.
"Are you certain about this?" Hadrian spoke, his gaze boring into Moulin.
The youth t his gaze. Through their bond flowed the youth's hesitation and doubts. Truly, he wasn't certain. He wasn't even sure how they would move forward from this. A person's beliefs are easily swayed. Many would bla him for the miseries occurring through the years.
Moulin already expected this. But...
"Yes..."
The golden lord's eyes softened. Moulin's courage was sothing he had always admired. The man's voice remained deep but was softer, "Don't worry. I will handle everything."
Finally, he declared. "Bring him to ."
Not long after, the heavy ornate doors opened, producing a faint gust. Wearing a serious expression, Ghana escorted a neatly dressed Gaile inside. Moulin could now determine the true colors of his countenance. He is paler than he thought. A sickly kind of pale. Varick and so of the leaders, including Maxille, had been permitted to enter as well with a single nod from their lord.
Moulin almost hesitated.
He would be lying if he wouldn't be regretting his decision after this ordeal.
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