Deril, The Home Owners

“Stop calling me Prince, or I will kill you,” Deril said with a cruel look.

Argo really understood what Deril meant. The reflex call he utters could get him into big trouble. He knew precisely what kind of person was before him. Argo remembered Deril’s cruelty thousands of years ago. Memories that made him shiver and freeze. After the tragedy, only one thing could make Deril satisfied. It was dying of someone.

He nodded slowly in understanding. His eyes looked into the room of the house behind Deril. The room looked bright and luxurious. The dominant colour decorations were gold and blue in almost all the house parts. Without a flame to illuminate it, the house seemed to glow. Like there was a unique sun placed in that house.

The house in the middle of the forest looked like an abandoned hut. No one would have thought that the inside of that lousy house was more luxurious than a palace. Argo could feel the thick scent of magic enveloping the house. The outside and inside of the house