Novel & Cerita Agnes Gru

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

It was very clear to her that everything was getting out of her control, including her two sons. She stepped into the creative department and everyone stood up with their heads bent as they greeted her. Clara also got up to greet and then she took a glimpse of Maria's face. Maria was a beautiful woman, in her 50s with a slim and youthful body structure, she was a replica of Philip in almost everything except the eyes. Maria had outstanding brown eyes while Philip had grey eyes. She didn't know much about Philip's family history, but she knew that Manuel wasn't Philip's biological father. It was a mystery that she didn't want to get into.

I said to myself, still feeling a pang of pain. Master Dante, the one who had the scar on his right eye, led us to his home. It was an ordinary house just like the houses of most of the people here. Just in the doorway, we were welcomed by a woman of his age and a young man around my age. Probably his wife and son. “Agatha!” the woman was excited with the sight of Aunt Agatha. “Habibi, I am so happy to see you again after so many years.” Aunt Agatha said as they hugged each other happily.

I implored, rubbing my eyes in frustration, feeling the weight of confusion pressing upon my temples. “Yaris is right, Your Grace. You're needed in the Realm, and… you need their protection,” Agnes replied, her fingers twisting the fabric of her apron anxiously as if channeling her own turmoil. “Something is seriously wrong there, and they need someone to help resolve it.”

I closed the door slowly, tiptoeing forward only to find her scrunched in the corner of the room, her arms clasped around her knees beneath her chin. “Agnes,” I called softly. She was trembling violently like she’d seen a ghost. She didn’t look directly at me, only staring towards the wall. "There's an intruder!” She cried out manically. I let out a deep sigh. Lucy was right—this was an episode. And the moment I inched closer to her, Agnes threw a piece of rod she’d found in the corner, scraping the tip of my fingers. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. She finally locked eyes with me.