Rey De-Heavens (English)

Chapter 6: Genesis Conclusion

From behind Wulfgang, Ehimus stuck out her tongue and opened her right eye with her index finger:

"Killing! Just like you said it would be the best option for the liger that Fang let go. What that head of yours doesn't know of another method to solve something?"

Katherine said nothing at the childish comment from the elf, who was shielding herself behind the lycanthrope so she could speak her mind.

"Kat" Maryam took the floor using a cold tone of voice, "it won't be necessary, my sister. I can, perfectly, be selfish as you think, but I know my limits, as well as I know a mother's compassion."

Rey could interpret that her mother was speaking in a threatening voice. An offensive passive threat from a vampire who could put on a cheerful face while giving her warning and making her territory known. Katherine, on the other hand, could look frustrated at her sister's clarification. With eyes that seemed to yearn for something her sister had had and she hadn't, the muscular vampire, who surely had nothing nice to say, decided to remain silent.

Silvia tossed a comment into the air:

"Why not let the couple be able to rest in peace?"

The maid's words defused the situation and defused the tension. Rey could also notice how, with the exception of Ehimus, the rest of the members gave their consent and, one by one, took their leave to leave the place.

Wulfgang, Maryam, the elf and the babies were the only ones left in the room. With the situation as it was, "Is it even worth it to stand around and watch?" wondered the little boy that no one could see as he looked at the two individuals he didn't recognize as parents.

Rey was more than sure that, for the rest of the day, the wolf and the little green girl would satisfy the vampire's whims. Turning around, he walked through the door that had just closed. The little boy, on his way out, noticed Katherine standing outside the master bedroom, biting her fingernail, while the rest of the group came down the stairs.

Being curious, the little one that no one saw ignored the behavior of the muscular vampire and decided to follow the tanned-skinned guy, the one who in such a delicate moment had raised his finger and gave a carefree smile. The same fellow who was his teacher at present.

After descending the stairs, the little guy walked down the hallway behind Heroclades. Rey looked at the leather pouch hanging from the golden belt at his master's waist; there he kept both his book and precious objects. A book as large as it was enigmatic. "Books harbor power, the Great Wise Wizard told me not long ago. I would like to know what kind of power is knowledge," the young boy said to himself.

Heroclades opened the door of the room that was his and entered using elegant and fine movements. The same movements that someone made when he was happy, something that did not fail to attract the attention of the little one who was so thoughtfully pursuing him.

As soon as he reached the front of the room where Heroclades had entered, Rey went through the door and saw something he had not expected. The bed, walls, floor and ceiling were nothing out of the ordinary, but somehow his master looked out at the landscape beyond a window. The house, which on the outside had no windows or any form of entrance other than the front door, fireplace or secret passage, appeared to have a window. Rey also noticed that the window looked out onto a beautiful landscape, but not like the one he remembered being outside. Looking at everything in detail, he also noticed that the frames seemed to float in the air. And on those wooden railings, with the airs of an old man, Heroclades was lost in the distant landscape like someone thinking of something profound, as intricate and distant as what was before his eyes.

With a relieved face, Heroclades not only seemed to enjoy the wind smeared with the scent of flowers, or the light that brushed his face, but under his hands he touched that which he always carried with him. As if it were a butterfly with open wings, the immense book rested on his legs, almost as big as the two outstretched hands of the little boy.