The limousine glided through the city to its southern sector, where factories and industrial complexes thrived. When the limousine entered the area, Cain would see a vast land stretched on both sides.
He saw a steel wall towering above, casting a looming shadow that gave people a sense of security. The car takes a sharp turn, bringing him into the entrance gate.
Several people were guarding the place; they wore uniforms with a high-tech machine resembling a spine attached to their backs. Not only that, on their hips, there were several weapons, from foldable steel poles to guns.
His first thought upon seeing them was:
’Those are so veterans, right there.’
One of the n approached the stopped car. Malik opened the window and began to explain everything, including showing the invitation from the Winterfell family.
"Okay, thank you very much. You can go." The man in the tal suit said. He turned to his comrade and said. "Open the gate!"
The man’s hoarse voice reverberated in the area. Cain turned to the girl on his side and asked.
"Are those people soldiers or what?"
Senior Luna glanced at the windows for a mont, then turned to his side, nodding.
"Yeah, my father usually hires so veteran soldiers who got injured in war and couldn’t go to the front lines. He even gave them those exoskeleton, helping them perform a duty to guard the place."
"I see."
Many questions popped into his mind. First, those exoskeletons look so cool, the way they resemble a spine and are tangled with several tal bones that follow a human anatomy, truly impressive in detail.
Cain also wondered, did the suit enhance the user’s strength?
If that was true, then Luna’s father was one hell of an amazing boss.
A beat later, the gate in front of him shook, letting out a creaking machine that rumbled in his ears. Once the gate was opened, the car began moving slowly into the factory.
Cain looked out his window at rows of elongated buildings stretching into the distance on both sides. They were white, almost pristine, resembling a holy site. The light from the artificial sun bounced on its walls, simring in intense heat.
He rode straight toward the middle building, which was shaped like an octagon. A bit different from the buildings around it, which had a sharp, long body, like bricks.
When the car got closer to the building, it stopped. Cain glanced toward senior Luna, who had already pushed the door on her side, stepping outside, which pulled him out in the process because of their connected hands.
She dragged the reluctant Cain toward the entrance door. But before she could do anything, the door before him opened automatically, revealing a man in his mid-thirties who walked over and stopped before them.
"Welco, Luna and you must be, ...Cain."
The man’s words trailed off. His sharp blue eyes rested on Cain’s interlocking fingers.
"Father, do you rest well?"
Luna’s voice was like a lodious tune of rustling grass in the spring, soothing to the ears.
Thanks to that, the man’s hardened expression lted. His sharp blue eyes lted into the warst, most affectionate gaze he could muster toward his loved ones.
"Well, I’m doing this for you mother."
The father and daughter duo kept staring at each other for a while until the man parted his lips, then turned his attention toward Cain.
"Let’s not stay in this place too long. And Cain was it?"
’Is it that hard to rember my na, sir?’
Cain swallowed those childish tantrums he had. He nodded, watching the man take sothing from his pocket. It was a platinum card that glittered under the bright sunlight.
With a flick of his finger, the card spun around in mid-air. It was not too fast, but it was dangerous enough to slice open a wound on soone’s skin.
The boy inhaled, keeping his mind still like a solid rock. He watched the card spin furiously, but it was clear as a day in his eyes before he snatched it.
Cain looked at the na written on it, then gazed back at the man, and frowned.
’Alex Winterfell. What is this? Is it a business card or sothing?’
Within the platinum card, there was a ’VIP’ word on it, written with bold letters, and when Cain traced it with his finger. He could feel the jutted texture. The boy looked toward the man, wondering what he must do with the thing.
The man shrugged and didn’t have any intention to speak as he glanced at his daughter.
"As much as I want to escort you, but I’m a bit busy right now. Luna, can you show him the way to Uncle Himura? He is in his workshop and as for the gun, we already prepared it."
Cain tilted his head, wondering who the man was, but senior Luna’s face bead. She squeezed his hand tight.
"Alright, please don’t overwork yourself, father."
"I will."
The man gave a firm nod to his daughter, but Cain could see the light in his blue eyes. His words were nothing but an empty promise.
Without a single one of his questions answered, Cain surrendered himself. At this ti, resisting Luna in her own domain seed as futile as stopping a glacier.
Luna guided Cain to the waiting car. Since Malik didn’t park correctly, they had to walk a bit further to reach the back vehicle, then open the door to enter.
"Go to Uncle Himura Workshop."
The butler gripped the steering wheel, and as the passenger’s door closed with a distinct ’thud’. The car began to move away from the spot, leaving the platinum blonde man who was waving his hand alone.
The car traverses onto the even road, taking a couple of turns until the number of the buildings in the surrounding dwindles, just as much as Cain’s motivation to keep on looking.
He asked for a gun and a weapon. Yet he was being invited on a tour around a vast factory, wasting his ti he could use to train.
Cain leaned on his seat, sighing in exasperation. The thing that kept him going was the soft touch on his hand, which showed no sign of separating. He didn’t know that senior Luna was such a clingy person.
Not that he minds it, though.
His black eyes stared at the now-empty land that led him straight into a building, a workshop to be precise.
’A traditional house, nestled in the heart of a steel and concrete factory? Who is this Himura?’
He furrowed his brows, feeling the car slow down until it stopped. The boy felt a gentle pull on his hand, pulling his attention toward senior Luna.
"We are here, let’s go. Malik, wait us here."
"Understood, young lady."
Hearing the firm answer from the butler, Luna pushed the door on her side, then got out together with Cain, following behind.
The building was mainly built of wood. He could even trace the comforting scent that wafted in the air, soothing his mind. On the entrance door, a wooden plaque hung above it that said: "Himura’s Workshop."
Cain and Luna walked around the side of the house, following a branching path of hard stone blocks. Instead of knocking on the front door, he was guided around to the back and saw another building with an open door, letting him see the inside a bit.
"There he is, Uncle Himura."
Luna’s chirping voice brought the attention of the man inside. He was holding a hamr, his expression narrowed in a dangerous glint.
"Luna?"
However, as soon as he recognized who the girl was, his stern expression broke into a grin. The man placed the hamr on his working desk, which made a heavy sound of ’thud’ that sent chills down Cain’s back.
"It’s been a while, Luna."
Cain saw a looming shadow exiting the building. The man’s towering body made him gulp to moisten his parched throat, and he couldn’t help but murmur in his heart.
’A bear?’
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