Eyes of Evil

ARC 02

"The evils of man came from somewhere, it never started from nowhere. If there was, prepare for the end times."

-Lord Kastor of Veluca

Galvarisian Empire.
20 years ago…

"Heeey, wake up…"

The voice was sweet like candy, smoothly caressing your hearing box like a breeze of wind. You instinctively smiled as you remembered whose voice that was. Triana Veresia was perhaps the only friend you've ever had, the only person who dared to befriend the notorious Delinquent of Marvinshire, which is you. 

There is some kind of a special bond between the two of you, a bond that was shared mutually. The two of you were nothing alike at face value, no similarities nor common goals, completely different people that act like no one but their own. Triana had a noble birth while you were born from a farmer family, each of you was raised and taught differently, one's supposed to be a farmer, the other as a successor of their noble house.

You opened your eyes to see the upside-down face of perhaps the most beautiful young girl you've ever seen so far in your life. Her facial features unrivalled, her white skin as smooth as her voice, her pointed nose and her sleek frame complement her overall figure perfectly as her red hair is styled to a ponytail. You admitted to her being your type, but never once you said so to her, at least not directly.

"Oh, Triana, how may I help you on this fine day?" You say, still with that cheeky smile of yours.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile curving ever so slightly in her feature, one that was quickly replaced with a frown. "Save your excuses for the tutors. Realize not are you of the time and day?"

You do. It's a school day, yet, here you are, laying on the open fields in the outskirts of Marvinshire, the town you were so fortunate to be born in. You have nothing to worry about, considering your reputation as a delinquent, a particularly clever and cheeky delinquent one can add. Many of the school tutors express disappointment as you particularly excelled in Languages and Culture, not only would you potentially become a great translator, your silver tongue would also make you a great Diplomat. Woe those teachers as you seek not of these paths.

"Oh, truly? It is that time already, I have not realized it," you try to act oblivious, but only a fool would believe you, and Triana is no fool.

"As I've said, save your breath, none would hear of it but the tutors." She said sternly, crossing her arms as you sat upright, yawning and stretching like a recently awakened creature from slumber. 

You should know better if you're facing her, she knows of your tricks and techniques, and she will not stay for a stall. Her bluntness and professional-like attitude were some of the reasons why she is not only a Class Representative but also a part of the Student Council. It is as expected as she had an overwhelming commanding presence, one that demands their rightful respect. She becomes nothing but a cute bumbling girl that cannot be taken seriously when she faces you. Your absentmindedness often drove her insane when you first met her, and over time, she began to realize that you would not simply follow her words if you didn't follow anyone in the first place. Though, while she usually talks with you smoothly and plays along with your games, it seems that today she wouldn't have it.

"Very well then, tell me one reason as to why I should follow you?" You said bluntly, standing up and walking close to her, close enough for you to feel her breath. She was forced to look up as you tower over her slightly, but the difference was enough for her to falter as you posed a far more commanding presence than her.

"I-" she fumbles with her words, avoiding your gaze to hopefully find her bearings, and she fails to do so. She certainly never expected you to act like this, and like a cub facing a grown bear, she shrunk in place under your presence.