WHISTLING MYSTIQUE

05

"Since you are not really a Constantine. I inferred that you were taken by your master to protect your weakling butt." He had a snobbish look as he said those words.

Damn Constantine. Sometimes, I just want to unleash my Gualtiero blood and annihilate all of you. People really believed that I am a Constantine, huh. That old man! I'll kill him once I see him!

"Rumors about me are really wild. You have to be wilder, Marceline. You're missing some details."

His eyebrows shot upward, twitching an irritation. "Tell ur master not to make his dogs bark in someone's kingdom."

"Dogs?" I laughed like a dog to annoy him. "Don't worry. That dog is harmless; he won't bite," I said nonchalantly.

His expression changed. Did he not like my joke? Oh, well. Too bad.

"And change your fvcking humor. It doesn't suit your image being a wild monster who can't stop his butt from attacking fairies." He slinks out from the shadow of the alley, readying his claws.

I grinned more. "Sorry. My hands are what I used. Not this butt, you are talking about," I said, pointing my index finger to my butt.

His jaw clenched like he was losing patience because of how unserious I was. Well, what should I be serious about, anyway? His claims weren't even half from the truth. I was never a rogue and have never attacked fairies.

Okay, I admit it. I am beyond interested to fairies. I am more interested to their abilities but I do not resort to attacking because I know how the rules of this fvcking kingdom works.

"You're a traitor not just to your clan but to the whole kingdom of Silas."

"Well, that is true," I said nonchalantly and shrug my shoulders.

Marceline laugh dryly. "That attitude of yours might also be the reason why the emperor of Silas wished you dead."

I also replied with a laugh. "Too bad... he died before me."

The emperor of Silas is dead for 3 years now. He was replaced by his brother weeks after he died strangely exactly at 12 midnight on the first day of January, celebrating the anniversary of his ascension to the throne.

"Are you the fvcker behind his death?" His voice was now curious and doubtful, enough for me to think that he is just like those ignorants who can't think logically.

If I were him, I would just shut up and leave this almost secluded place.

I pierced him with my cold stares that made him stepped back.

"Leave..."

He flinched and hid under the dark side of the alley, making his red eyes visible for a sudden attack. But I won't waste my time on him. After all, my only goal now is to find the mystical fairy for me to live.

"It took you a while, huh." Vaughn was comfortably sitting on the probably dusty wooden creaking chair while puffing a pipe like an addict reminding me of the Marquis.

I lightened up the torches and climbed the spiral staircase while Vaughn was following me. Our steps echoed through the walls of this dark abandoned tower, a cursed tower for the citizens of Rivalde not knowing that there is someone living like a curse itself.

"The Marquis was furious after his men left with nothing to gain at Elder Ferlon's place. Turns out, the girl, Reita, was Miranda's sister."

I stopped to glance at him.

"What?"

That girl was Miranda's sister? Wow. Small world, huh.

"I was also shocked but I kind of expected it. Just like Miranda, her energy is almost empty but her pixie... can drawn someone to her. She knows how to cast magic without your knowing."