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He was not an officer, but a brother for now. "He is fine. Just dehydrated. We have transfused IV with essential liquids. He needs to stay for three more hours and then you can take him home Officer. He just needs rest. Take care, excuse me. I will be in my chamber if you need me". The doctor smiled warmly and went to his room. Conrad slumped on the chair while the boys sighed in relief. "How many days left"? He asked no one but Jasper knew the question. "Next week is the last. And then the Gear Ceremony on Saturday". He told him.

Lancelot kept a straight face and mumbled to himself, "Damien would rather die than tell me about Darryl's background. It seems like Darryl is extraordinary, indeed. Nonetheless, once he became our target, he would never survive it." Then, Lancelot looked at the pond and was sure that Damien had drowned. Then, he quickly turned around and left.

He said “Have you ever seen a dead body Rillon? A dead child?” Rillon looked at him and narrowed his eyes. Uther noted he at least had the sense to keep his no doubt witty reply to himself. James walked in, bowed and passed Uther a herbal remedy with he turned his nose up at but drank none the less. “It’s got worse.” He said to Jelric. “What has your leg or the attacks?” “Both.” Uther admitted taking another sip of the bitter drink. “Well we have some news that will cheer you up…” Rillon said “We have a Fate, here in the castle.”

Lewie, the numbers six and five should also be related to him, right? Stella thought for a while and found on Google that Lancelot's birthday is exactly on the fifth of June. 'Is this the password?' Stella could hardly keep her excitement in check. Upon seeing her standing alone in the corner with a strange expression, Marshall went forward to check on her. "Are you okay?" Stella returned to reality, kept her phone, and said, "Mr. Moore, please inform Keegan that I have some urgent matters to attend to, and he has to send Felicity home on the way back."

After the event she planned to drink herself to stupor in her chambers and with her husband. Lancelot was seated on his throne, adorned in his royal robe and dressed elegantly, to please his Luna. Yet, as he sat in the seat, he wanted nothing more than to go over to Garrett and hold him by his throat until every life in him was lost. But, he couldn't do that just yet, a more unbearable punishment was waiting for him.

I exhaled a breath I don't know I have been holding in. "As I told him, his trip would be just like the first one...fruitless. They have their minds made up and there is nothing this trip would do" she related to us. "You told him that?" I asked in disbelieve. "I did" she gave us water and sat down on one of the couches "Lancelot is a very adamant man, just like his father" Why would Lance want to go against the heeding of the witch just to get himself killed? What is wrong with that man? What if anything goes wrong all because of his disobedience?

Lancelot creaked his finger, grinding widely. "You understand now, don't you?" Lancelot asked. Tristan didn't know how to tell Lancelot that his case was different and he didn't feel the need to tell him at all. "So you're telling me that this is your second chance in life and you are going to be useless with it?" Tristan said brashly. A scowl formed on Lancelot's face. "What do you mean?" "It's as exactly as it means. You almost died after I slashed your throat and when you get another chance, you see it as the perfect opportunity to kill me in this other world because you feel you are way stronger than I am? Really?" Tristan brows rose up slightly.

“What do you think the spies inside my island would do?” “Take over your island…?” “Correct.” He said while pointing his finger at me. “You see, I told you about that event we have once in a year, right?” “…?” “Correct. Do you know who’s the one who started all this?” “I think I heard it before… But… isn’t one of the twelve apostles just a legend…?” “He’s real— and I received his blessings.” “......!” I don’t know whether he is telling the truth or not— if this is a lie, this is way too overboard. However, if this is the truth…

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.