The sound of rustling fabric along with discreet voices filled the quiet bedroom. The nurses talked as quietly as possible while they folded the old bedsheets, afraid of waking the beautiful woman, lost in endless slumber, on the wide neat bed. However, they didn't know if Lady Maxiel would ever regain consciousness at all.
Her long lashes cast shadows on her smooth pale cheeks. Brown locks spread on the white silken pillows. The noble lady of the Fraunces Nobility appeared as though she was only sleeping, despite being stuck in endless unconsciousness ever since she was unsealed.
Whenever the two servants glanced at the woman's serene yet pale countenance and her captivating features, they could not help but sigh.
Lord Moulin's beauty truly takes after her.
"Speaking of the lord, I haven't seen him for the past few days now." One of the two nurses spoke, glancing at her companion while she stuffed the sheets in the big basket. "It's almost the end of the week and he has yet to make a single visit to her ladyship. I wonder why?"
Her companion shrugged and with a devious smile, he spoke. "He must be occupied. Or maybe, soone particular has been occupying his ti?"
The woman's eyes widened. She giggles while warily glancing at Lady Maxiel's sleeping figure. "Mind your words!... "
The other nurses chuckled quietly and ushered her to the side with him. She hesitantly cast a sneaky glance at his smirking companion, "But... Do you think who I think it is?"
"Certainly, none would match Lord Moulin perfectly but our High Lord himself." He said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I heard the High Lord could not sleep unless Lord Moulin is on his bed. The rumors I hear from the servant's quarters are explicit enough that it is almost sinful to hear them. "
"Oh dear... How intriguing." She giggled, "I heard an interesting find as well. Both the young lord's and the High Lord's beds are to be u-urgently replaced."
Her words almost made the man burst out of laughter. However, he retrained himself, managing a small laugh instead.
The two discreetly kept gossiping between chuckles while they worked. Despite their eagerness to gossip they were diligent with their job, performing without the slightest errors. And when they finally finished tending the sleeping Lady Maxiel, they ceased their chatter and earnestly cleaned up.
On the bed, a strange movent was unfortunately unnoticed. Slender dainty fingers twitched on the thick blanket and the woman's eyelids twitched.
The nurses who were about to leave felt a strange shift in the air and they stopped in their tracks. A crease appeared between the female servant's brows. The two glanced at each other before turning back to check on their patient.
.....
Moulin could not believe he was denied the knowledge of Klaria's findings of his examination. For him, as the owner of his soul, he, more than anyone else deserved to know the strength of his soul and mana.
Her severe expression shot down every question that threatened to co out of his mouth. However, Moulin could catch a bit of helplessness in her tone when she only left him one sentence.
"You are quite blessed, my dear."
Her oceanic eyes held a bit of pity and before Moulin could question her, she left without hesitation. The young man stared at the door incredulously.
"Cheer up. I believe she was trying to comfort you." Tessley placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him towards the lounge.
"Comfort for what?"
Snow tilted his head curiously before he hopped on his master's lap the mont the man sat. Moulin could hardly keep a relaxed expression while he listened as Tessley tried to divert his attention elsewhere. But he couldn't. It bothered him how the High Lord of Ralor refused him any answers.
Did she have to keep it from him? How could it help them? Maybe it's to prevent him from attempting any escape plans once he discovers the extent of his magical abilities?
"Young master?"
Did they think so lowly of him? No, it wasn't about their perception of him in that manner. It could be their desire to detain him for as long as possible while he still has so freedom of movent.
"Moulin!"
The youth jerked back when he t a pair of violent amber eyes. Tessley had neared his face, bowing at eye level to the sitting Aphrodite before her. She raised a brow and observed his confused expression before she turned to the older man standing behind her.
"See? He's clearly overthinking it. I believed our duty was to prevent his escape." She said. "Not to intimidate him."
Lord Ordan narrowed his crimson eyes at her. What is she trying to say?
Before Moulin's puzzled expression, Tessley continued. She straightened herself confidently. "The young master has a couple of days left before judgnt was to befall him. Why restrict him so early?"
Ordan retorted, "I wasn't trying to restrict him-"
"To ensure he cooperates with us, I think it's wise to make him think we harbor no ill intentions. Allow him to witness our actions speak for themselves."
"Honestly." Ordan pinched the bridge of his nose. He did his best to sound composed. "He still retains his freedom for now. In accordance with Sir Varick's statent, he is granted the freedom to move anywhere he desires until a formal decision has been reached. Don't paint in a bad light."
A corner of Tessley's lips rose. "Don't accuse of disparaging your image before the young master. You already are unkind."
Silver eyes blinked twice. Moulin couldn't understand why they were suddenly arguing. Once again, his thoughts were interrupted when Tessley abruptly faced him. He couldn't help but be startled.
Her eyes looked wild.
A grin graced her face when she spoke, "Co on, let's get out of here."
Sohow, Moulin felt coerced.
All of a sudden, a seemingly sudden abnormality disrupted the air within the Towers. The silver-eyed, white-haired powerful Aphrodite who had gone missing for a few days suddenly appeared once more to make their hearts tremble. What was strange was the presence of two infamous people accompanying him wherever he went.
Lord Ordan and Lady Tessley were highly prominent figures within the city and had recently returned from their dangerous expedition. Many had celebrated their safe return and their reputation continued to rise.
What was their relationship with Lord Moulin? No one had ever seen the two well-known people interact with the young lord before. Many had noticed how they flanked the silver-eyed young man with silent vigilance.
Many began to question the situation.
"They believe that your life is at risk."
Moulin turned to look at Ghana who gestured to a group of warriors afar, hastily looking away the mont they were caught gossiping. The training yard was filled with determined sentinels, arduously working hard. Although they looked occupied, one would notice the occasional glances they cast on the captivating white-haired young man accompanying the esteed sentinel Captain Ghana.
"So they needed to assign two guards on you so you couldn't run away?" Ghana spoke, glancing at Tessley and Ordan who were standing in the distance.
Though they appeared at ease and carefree, it was evident that they maintained a level of vigilance that might go unnoticed by others.
"They said it's for my safety." Moulin lowered his head, pondering on how to make it sound decent. In the end, he gave up with a long sigh.
"But yes... that too. Although, they tried not to show it."
He already brought this ss himself. The best he could do was live with it. The two of them headed towards a secluded part of the training yard. The tumultuous clamor and the ceaseless resonance of clashing tal gradually subsided. As they strolled, Ghana couldn't resist casting a gaze toward the two individuals following in their wake. Her pale brows furrowed deeply.
Moulin's voice drew her attention back.
"How is the elf?"
Ghana glanced at her silver-eyed friend calmly walking by her side. "He's being treated. The specifics elude , but the treatnt appears effective. He was telling the truth. You should have seen it. The state of his inner core was distressing, akin to a withering stone.
If he had not co to us in ti, he would have been reduced to nothing but dust."
Ghana did not reveal more of the details. She only shuddered. "For a puppet, I can't believe he's able to walk in that condition."
Moulin listens intently. A second later, he lifted his silver gaze.
"And... did they let him et Jagra?"
Ghana paused.
Moulin urged. "Hasn't he awaken?"
"He has... And I have already inford him." Ghana looked away lifting a finger to scratch her chin. She fidgeted while thinking of the right words to say. Moulin only gave her an anticipating look.
"He... didn't take it so well." She said with a sigh. "Jagra... He didn't believe at first. That's when I allowed him to witness the elf firsthand. He beca extrely agitated, losing his composure and struggling to articulate himself.
His words were unintelligible, forcing to remove him from the room. It seems he's already familiar with the elf."
Moulin's pupils trembled. His chest tightened as he reached and touched her arm. "Is he alright?"
A soft smile graced her face. Her cerulean gaze took in Moulin's worried expression. "He is well. He lost consciousness shortly after I took him away from the prison, but the healers assured that he rely needed so rest. His heart is in turmoil and I think it's best to give him so ti to calm down. Don't worry he'll be fine."
Despite Ghana's comforting words, Moulin could not help but feel a sickening feeling swirling in his gut. He was faintly aware that perhaps Jagra's outbursts were the product of the constant nightmares Gaile put up for him for years. However, he wondered if it was the curse acting out inside Jagra.
Suddenly, a sentinel approached, greeting the two before conveying a ssage to Ghana. Her presence was urgently needed and Moulin didn't want to hold her back from performing her duties.
Before she left with the warrior, she turned to Moulin. "Jagra has been confined. The lords wanted to investigate his relationship with that demonic elven spawn. He won't be hurt if he cooperates. However, I will look after him."
Moulin nodded, wishing he could do sothing to help as well. But he himself was another problem to be solved.
Ghana swiftly left with the man and Moulin stood alone once more.
"You look quite sad."
A prying voice spoke, interrupting the youth's silent thoughts. Moulin found Tessley Vernalia walking towards him and Lord Ordan quietly observing him from afar.
"..." Moulin did not respond and only set his gaze towards the group of warriors sparring.
The noise did not perturb him and his thoughts.
Sad? Did he look... sad?
Why wouldn't he be though?
However, his silence did not bother Tessley one bit. She continued, "I recalled how uptight and proud she was when she joined the Leonile Guild."
Leonile Guild...
The fiery guild, brimming with pride and strength.
At the ntion of the na, Moulin's pupils trembled. His heart throbbed. Sohow, it didn't feel that long since the day he joined the renowned guild. Though the burning excitent and anticipation happened to fade away, it's been about eight years. What had happened during his absence?
Moulin's expression was clear as glass, revealing his emotions effortlessly before Tessley's eyes. Her expression was unreadable while she gazed deeply at the youth, taking in every movent in his face.
With a slight smile, he looked away and decided to dwell alone in his thoughts. But the woman who stood near him led him near the sturdy fence of the training yard and began to speak.
"I know you are curious. Nurous events transpired during your absence. The global proliferation of Kron triggered widespread chaos across nations, nearly plunging us into war. Were it not for a handful of principled leaders—individuals with clear judgnt and genuine concern for the populace—millions more would have fallen victim to the Kron.
By the third year of its spread, most guilds, including the esteed Guild Dragor, had dissolved." Tessley rested against the fence, her eyes maintaining a serene composure as she recounted these events.
Dragor... Lord Ordan's guild. Moulin subconsciously glanced at the prominent red-haired man guarding them from afar, observing with calm yet wary eyes. The silver-eyed youth returned his attention to Tessley, and couldn't resist the urge to ask.
"What happened to the Leonile Guild?" His voice sounded peculiar to him.
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