Shen picked up the lashing of dead and put them in his pocket. If their "soul connection" is real, then they may still be useful to him. He then drew his sword and flew from this bridge to the bridge leading to Black Lotus Peak. It was possible, of course, to fly directly to the black castle, but he wanted to enjoy the familiar, but always magnificent scenery and walk in peace and quiet. There was no moon today, just a light mist that made the black peaks stand out against the dark sky.
The next day, Shen lay in bed until noon, unable to bring himself to get up. Finally, sleep completely left him, and lying in bed, tormented by his own thoughts, became unbearable, so he had to get up and do business. He had few pressing matters to attend to, but one of them he wanted to get over as soon as possible.
Shen went down to the first floor and sat on the sofa next to the tea table, writing a summary of his military exploits for high Meeting of the Lords. Hovering for a long time over another pretentious speech turn, he thoughtlessly scanned the half-empty room with his eyes and noticed something that he had not previously paid attention to. The spring given to him by Muan, which he had transplanted into a flower pot before going on council assignments, had grown so large that the clay surface of the pot was split by a thin crack. Plump pink buds appeared on the juicy bush.
This bush was the only living organism on the Black Lotus Peak, other than Shen himself, that could live here without harm! Unthinkable!
Shen grabbed the pot and turned it around in front of his eyes, looking for a trick. Nothing unusual was found, the plant seemed quite ordinary. Then Shen sniffed the bud. But since the flowers weren't in bloom yet, he couldn't smell them.
Despite the plant's ordinary appearance, for a long time Shen could only think of this flower, now the second resident of Black Castle after himself. (He didn't think of Deep Darkness as a denizen, but rather as a parasite.)
Thoughts of the denizen brought back memories of Volchara, to which he had once even intended to give his own bowl (and it was all the same that spirits did not eat human food). Shen's gaze shifted to the second sword still hanging from his belt. It would be difficult for him to answer the question of why he still carries it around. What does he hope for? Is he ready to forgive her?
He ran a finger along the handle.
Is it ready?
He realized that he was bored. That he really wanted to bury himself in her fluffy fur again.
And maybe one day he will be able to do it. But not today.
Going back to writing an essay about his exploits was quite difficult. Shen finished the story in a nutshell, completely unconcerned about its integrity.
The day after Shen gave the report to Shian, Shian sent a message with the disciple that the Meeting of the Lords was ready to listen to him. The poor disciple who brought this message almost gave his soul to the gods as he read it to Shen, who was standing in the square in front of black castle. The mood of Shen was quite melancholic, to match the cloudy weather, so the state of the student did not even amuse him. After listening to the end, Shen waved his hand to the disciple, and he disappeared like lightning.
«I haven't seen Al in two days,» Shen thought. After so many days together, there was something strange about it. He also did not see Muan. In general, it seemed that everything was back to normal again. Everyone was still desperate not to visit black castle, and nothing in the world could change that. Shen didn't have many reasons to leave him. And now here is just one of them. Not the most pleasant.
Sighing, Shen went to the Peak of Lurking Wind to appear before the Meeting of the Lords.
This time, not intending to listen to insults in his address, he resolutely walked to the center of the hall, without preface, he began to state the concise essence of his achievements. At one point, Shen took a deep breath and fell silent, looking around at the silent Lords in surprise. During his long speech, no one even tried to insert a word, which was quite unusual. One would have thought they were impressed by his success, but their faces were far from enthusiastic, and many of them had open hostility in their eyes. Not the reaction he'd expected at all.
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Villain Path
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