a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

311: Unearthing intents

Moulin remembers the early days when he was welcomed to the Fraunces Manor. Especially a certain seer who threw a dagger at him at first meet, defensively hiding behind the reason of seeing if Moulin was indeed an ability wielder. The memory was vividly clear within his mind. Countless interactions flashed the moment Moulin met the eyes of the seer. And it all began to solidify his familiarity with the man wearing glasses.

It was Colahn, his family\'s Seer.

Moulin blinked in surprise. Eight years have passed, the person should have forgotten Moulin, for he was already presumed to have perished the day the Fraunces estate fell. For Moulin, who had just slept throughout those eight years, the past was still evident in his mind as if everything that had transpired had just occurred yesterday. However, it wasn\'t the same for those people whom he had left behind.

Emlen noticed his younger brother\'s stare, and his eyes widened. "Ah!"

He turned to Colahn and spoke with a faint smile, "Colahn, this is difficult to explain, but I promise to tell you everything afterwards. This..." Emlen gestured to his brother with a soft smile. "... Is Mouli-"

"Third young master Moulin..." Colahn muttered. His expression remained in shock. Eyes wide as if he couldn\'t believe it. As one of the people who had mourned for Moulin\'s death, the fact that the young master was standing before him, grown, healthy, and beautifully handsome as he always was, made Colahn think he had died and was now meeting the young master in the underworld. This... was unbelievable!

Before he could even express his unfathomable confusion, Moulin revealed a soft smile and spoke. "It is good to see you again, Colahn."

"Ah-h." Colahn mentally broke down. "Y-Young master."

Crash!

A loud noise sounded within the small room. It hastily caught the attention of all the occupants in the room. Moulin turned his head, and his eyes widened when he spotted three people gaping at him with wide eyes. An empty jug of water had fallen on the ground.

A woman with long dark curls and eyes of amber and two identical men with similar hair color. However, the other man bore bright green eyes like fresh grass, and the other had fresh blue ones. Smudges of dust and grime were noticeable on their stunned faces. The green-eyed man, leaning against the wall because of his injury, looked as if he saw a ghost.

Moulin slightly squinted his eyes at them. Indeed, he couldn\'t forget those faces, those looks. His time in the Leonile Manor was most apparent in his mind. And the faces of his senior, honorable sentinels were more unmistakable. Tessley Vernallia and the Twins of the Leonile Guild, Troid and Tyve.

"Moulin," Emlen called. "Bring out the salves and healing tonics. We must hurry." Despite that, he didn\'t want to interrupt his little brother\'s laborious recollection. This wasn\'t the time to reminiscing. There were other important things to take care of at this moment.

"Yes, brother," Moulin muttered a side apology before turning around and kneeling beside a table at a corner of the vast room. He began to pull out bottles and salves from the void pouch he carried.

Emlen then counted the survivors of the outpost with a severe expression. Most of the people were injured and wounded. And almost all of them looked starved. From Colahn\'s explanation, they had a decent meal ever since Lord Artus transferred them from the dungeons in the kitchen. Fortunately, Lord Artus relocated them in time before those orcs could even have a bite of them. Emlen furrowed his brows as he glanced at Artus, who was calmly staring at the group of maeruthans.

A while later, Moulin felt someone kneel beside him to help him collect the vials and healing salves.

"Let me help," Mellano spoke as he crouched down and began taking the items on the rugged floor. He furrowed his brows as he glanced behind him where Artus was conversing with Moulin\'s brother as well as with a few people.