Q: Who caused Yeriel’s death?
A: Lightless.
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I kept myself awake even with the terrible weakness in my limp body and fuzzy mind, grounding my teeth. It wasn’t this terrible even against that Ghoul, however, this ti around the accidental acting up of the bloodline pulled out everything it could from , leaving a haggard, limp body.
Well, the throbbing pain was of so use now. As my mind was busy registering it, I eliminated all the thoughts of what I did. I knew soday I would’ve to do it, however, thinking of how easy it had been, taking a life, sickened . It was likely because my mind was high on adrenaline, but I can’t deny it was I who did it. Even if the individual was so rogue, criminal, and had done many evil deeds, I felt a horrible churning in my stomach.
Shaking my head, I eliminated my thoughts on those lines yet again. My head was feverish, eyelids heavy, I was in no condition to even walk, so Noyar carried along with her, while my aunt gave worried glances from ti to ti on our way towards the Warders’ camp. Even her face was pale, fortunately, I don’t see any serious injuries outside, unlike Noyar.
“Shailyn,” I called, “are you alright?”
“Yes,” Shailyn answered with a sigh. “Dark arts are a terrible deterrence against spirit energy. I need so rest and work out to get back to my natural form.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“We fell into a trap,” Shailyn said, clasping her palm into a fist. Even admitting it was difficult for her. “I hate to admit it, but it’s my shortsightedness that caused it.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Noyar joined. Her voice was more haggard than Shailyn's. “How would we know they were ready for us with traps and organised assault? If you ask , it's your instinct that kept us alive against such an assault.”
“Still, I should’ve known sothing like this would’ve happened,” Shailyn said, gritting her teeth. “I should’ve known that they would be prepared for us. . . .”
A frown appeared on my brows as I heard the entire story. Sothing must be really fishy if the two of them fell into traps this easily. After they fell into the trap, a dozen ard n, including the warlock Rojar Iker, assaulted them. Shailyn had a one-on-one battle with the warlock, while Noyar was alone against the many, protecting her. Naturally, even for a knight like Noyar, stopping over ten n was not a workable job.
She failed to protect Shailyn; and to help her knight, Shailyn had to divide so of her attention to the others—that put her at a terrible disadvantage against the warlock. He assaulted her with a frightening deterrence of dark art, rendering almost half of her energy busy stopping it, making her no better than an average Magus.
The only way she was not dead was because Rojar Iker was an affliction expert. Most of his spells need ti to cause a terminal effect. At a disadvantage, they chose to withdraw. Noyar carried Shailyn on her back and rushed out from there, however, they group didn’t let them go that easily. The group of rogues chased after them, and then they were there.
“Are you able to exorcise all the afflictions?” I couldn’t help but ask. Despite those affliction spells are slow, they are far worse. Most of them invade the body, and rendered spirit energy usage useless, to depict terrible curses and diseases.
“I’m alright,” Shailyn said, “Or will be. Noyar will need so assistance. She got hit with a couple while withdrawing. I guess your friend could help her.”
“I’m alright,” Noyar said stubbornly, though her haggard voice told there were more than a couple of problems with her.
“I guess we all need help in so places,” I muttered.
I felt sha letting her carry when she was in such a state, but it can’t be help, I don’t feel an ounce of strength in my body. Other than the beating I got from Althan, its punisher’s ability Fury and the sudden acting up of the bloodline caused it, not to ntion that I didn’t sit still after freeing myself. I think I’ll be able to use spirit energy soon, which would also relieve my pain and fatigue by so. I took the dicine I had with , though nothing I had would be of much help to getting the physical form back within hours.
Perhaps Yeriel would have sothing, I thought, damn, I said I would be back in a couple of hours, and it's already double of that ti and we would need half an hour or more to get there. She would be worried sick.
“Enough about us,” Shailyn said, looking worriedly at the ss of a face. “What happened to you? Did the Dark Deer attack you too?”
I shook my head with so sha. “It’s a stupid mistake on my part,” I said. “I let myself get into a trap, but nothing serious, it isn’t the Dark Deer.”
“Nothing serious?” Shailyn said, leaning closer to touch my face as I grunted. “Look at you. Your nose is broken, face swollen with blood patch marks, and your arm, it's broken too. Whoever did this seems to have so blood-feud with you.”
I let out a breath self-consciously. “Nothing serious,” I said. Bloody hell, it hurts even just to converse. Fortunately, the slight whistling through my broken nostrils had stopped. “I’ll deal with this personally.” I tried to keep it at a level tone. “We have more imminent danger at hand. Dark Deer is far more dangerous than the ones that beat up.”
“So you will not tell who did this to you?” Shailyn asked, eyes glaring. Finding looking away and silent, she said again, sighing, “Knowing you it would be only a couple of things. Is it sothing shaful? Or you think you are good enough to deal with this alone?”
I kept my silence.
“So it’s a pride thing.” It seed my silence was enough for Shailyn to make a judgent.
Well, it’s not just pride, I . . . we have more important things to take care of. Dark Deer and the dominion took priority over Althan and his gang. Moreover, I don’t think that bastard would show his face any ti soon. Shaking my head of those thoughts, I brought out the container of the honey.
“And where did you get that False-ward?” Shailyn asked again, eyes piercingly at the suit I wore. “You know you can get into trouble for that?”
I sipped a couple of drops of the honey into my mouth and swirled spirit energy. A frown appeared on my brows.
“Are you listening?” Shailyn nudged . “Give that honey. It’s awful here.”
“Let’s get to the camp first,” I said, jerking my head. “I don’t think this honey would have any use with this terrible cold, aunt.”
The blizzard slowed down a little as we moved through the snow-filled inclined land. After so ti, I got off from Noyar’s back, after I got so strength back in my body. Noyar was quite in a terrible state with her injuries and cold. Other than the afflictions, her right thigh held an injury. The wounds didn’t close off yet, however, no blood bobbled out of there, though I can’t say anything about the pain. It was likely penetrated through her light armour with a spear or similar weapon.
There were so other scratches, while the muscles in her left shoulder seed to get so tears in her battle. I noticed only because she was only clanging on her back with her right arm. Shailyn, on the other hand, seed to have no injuries on the outside other than the fatigue seeming through her pale face and weary eyes. She was even struggling to move, though she never complained. As it was ntioned in the book, the residents of Victoria, all are fighters, especially the won.
As the blizzard cald down, we also slowed down a little, though haste could be seen in every one of our steps, since nobody can tell when the blizzard would strike again. It could be the next minute or the next hour.
“We are almost there,” I said, and a sudden gust of wind hit us. “Looks like the blizzard would continue again.”
“Let’s hurry for the last minute,” Shailyn said, and at that very mont, her legs stopped, eyes staring into the looming darkness in front of us. “Soone approaching.”
I frowned, but found nothing, however, my right palm held the hilt of Punisher, despite the exhaustion. Noyar did the sa, alert, standing sideways as if to hide the wound on her thigh. Too many unexpected things happened today already, I wouldn’t be surprised if sothing else happened again. Moreover, Shailyn was a full-fledged Magus and was proficient in Spirit Cloud. If soone approaches, she would be the first to notice.
“It's ,” a voice said, which didn’t co as familiar with the sound of wind rushing. It took a couple more seconds to finally see the approaching silhouette, a male of average height, however, the figure felt sowhat familiar. “Thank Ishar, I finally found you.”
“William,” Shailyn called with uncertainty, “is that you?”
“Daaryl’s breath, who else would it be?” the young sorcerer ca out, panting. His face looked quite haggard and weak as he peered at the three of us. However, the one thing that caught everyone’s attention was the bandage on his left eye. “I rushed the mont I felt the disturbance, but when I got there, it was too late. Bless the Almighty, you are alright."
It seed it was not just us, who were beaten. whoever it was, they played a terrible ga on William. Now, the only thing left is to get everything clear before planning for the worse.
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