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Chapter EighteenFate favours the boldTomorrow came shortly and Kael woke early as instructed by Elena, he doesn’t know why but it was a relief that there would be no training for today.He fixed his bed and went down, as he descended the stairs he could only smell the aroma of food.As he reached the bottom step near the doorframe, the sight before him filled him with warmth. The kitchen was bustling with activity—Alterna was at the stove, stirring a pot of something savory that bubbled and hissed. The scent of garlic and spices wafted through the air, clinging to the walls like a welcoming embrace. Kael's stomach growled in response, a symphony of hunger echoing through the cozy kitchen.His eyes shifted to the left, where he spotted Elena seated at the head of the table, with a book on her left hand as she enjoyed her green tea in serene tranquility. Sensing his presence, Elena’s gaze landed on him. “You're up early, little fawn.” she spoke as a calm smile appeared on her lip and
Chapter 17A moment’s fortune is a misfortune.“Are you crazy?” Alterna exclaimed, her tone far more animated than usual, breaking through her typically stoic demeanor. Her eyes widened as she stared at Elena, who appeared entirely unfazed and a calm smile on her beautiful face.Elena shrugged off the intensity of Alterna's reaction, a playful grin spreading across her face. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” she replied calmly.Alterna took a deep breath and said, “You might be forgetting why we ended up here, master.”Elena just laughed and sat down on a chair near the window.
Chapter Sixteen.Lack of money is the root of all evil.“You’re back.” Alterna greeted in a plain voice when she saw Elena emerging from the forest, the sunlight peeking through the trees highlighting the black hood on her head.Elena smiles at her, seemingly pleased. “Yeah, I got the things we need.” she replied, tapping her brown messenger bag and the woven basket she carried in her other hand, the rhythmic jingle of gathered fruits and spices softly echoing in the air.Then she looks around, seemingly looking for someone when she notices that only Alterna is sitting on a makeshift wooden bench in the backyard, sitting quietly with a book in her hand, seemingly uninterested in the world.“Where’s the little fawn?” she asked as she could not see the trace of the child. The whole backyard was seemingly quiet except for the bustling of the tree leaves, dancing in the breeze.Alterna remained absorbed in her book, not once glancing up from the pages she was immersed in. Instead, with a s
Chapter Fifteen.With wings like shadows, they glide through silence, masters of the sky. Birds of prey.Caw! Caw! Caw!Elena looked up as she heard the murder of crows, pausing slightly as she saw those birds of misfortune flying above her head.There were many things in her hand and messenger bag, foods and clothing for her little fawn.She was now walking back from the village, seeing that a murder of crows flying around, she had a presumption, or a superstition.‘Dead?’Do witches believe in superstitions?Elena doesn’t know, but she does, afterall she was a black witch“Hey! Do you need a ride?” Someone shouted.Elena, who was leisurely walking, stopped and looked back to see a four-wheel carriage coming after her from afar.Elena who’s hoods are covering her face could help but tilt her head.The carriage’s window was open, and a young man dressed in humble clothes, his head could be seen.‘A human?’Elena’s eyes flashed with disgust as her face wrapped with a sense of repulse b
Chapter FourteenIt is dangerous to ignore the existence of the irrational“Lucien!?” Alfred shouted in surprise when he saw Lucien with his Nighthawks. He was baffled and confused, as he knew that the Count wouldn’t be back for the next two weeks.Thorne, who was behind Lucien, glared at the butler. Ever since before, he didn’t like this butler. Even after Lucien became the Count he could not sense any loyalty nor respect he had for their Captain, which really infuriated him.“It’s Count for you,” Thorne could not help but spite and correct him.Alfred cleared his throat, “ahem, I apologize Count. I was momentarily surprised.” he was now wiping the invisible sweat in his forehead.But Lucien didn’t bother to look at him but instead scan his eyes around, looking for someone. Yet all he could see was the maids and servants, he didn’t even bother to think where the knights were, that were supposed to be in here at this moment knowing there’s a commotion.“Where is Kael?” he asked, voic
Chapter ThirteenThe Four Horsemen of the ApocalypseThe Curdo Empire didn’t just crumble because of Kael; one man could only do so much. What led to its downfall was famine, plague, and war.As Elena walked through the bustling village market, the colors and laughter around her felt somehow marred by a shadow. The vibrancy of life seemed to pulse alongside an undercurrent of fear and despair, a sinister tune playing just beneath the surface of everyday existence. It was the way the air felt charged, thick with the promise of change—not the blessed kind, but a foreboding shift that hinted at the arrival of something far more dire.The very pillars of the Curdo Empire were crumbling from an insidious rot that began with famine. Crops once bountiful had begun to wither; blight swept through the fields, and nature echoed the suffering of its people. In a village like this, it was obvious that the livelihoods were threatened, and with them came desperation—a desperation that fueled socie