King's Kou: Do not awaken the knight in the beast

Chapter 11: Dying is a hobby

 The birds fluttered away, sensing an appalling scream from the nearby farm house. Jinx's hands grasped and scratched his throat as he remembered how he choked to death at the night of the festival.

He heaved. His lungs burned from the excessive air intake. His body turned 360 degrees, head spinning from the abrupt movement. He couldn't believe it.

"Didn't I die?" he asked himself again.

He did die. He was sure of it, but why was he alive again? What was happening to him?

He slipped off the bed and walked with uneasiness. He needed answers and he was aware that his master had them.

The farm house was empty. The lack of human interaction after awakening with so many questions about a peculiar occurrence concerning his death made him panic.

"Master! Master Salem?!"

Not a single corner of the house was left unsearched. He even looked inside the closet despite the impossibility of his seven foot and six inches guardian to fit inside. The man even had to bend over so that he could fit through the door.

Once he yanked the main entrance of the house open, he clashed against a hard wall of muscles.

Jinx laid on the ground with his hand nursing his poor head.

"Salem, are you here?" a strong, thick, and deep bass voice alerted Jinx due to its familiarity.

"Sir Rorik?" Jinx called, his own voice cracked with unending puberty.

Rorik's head could not be seen. Like Salem, the man was a tower. He was unbelievably taller than Salem himself.

"Ma' boy!" The man greeted him and tried to bend himself over so that he could get in.

Jinx almost had a mini heart attack. He stopped Rorik then and there.

"Sir, don't even think about it! I'll join you outside."

The visitor chuckled with embarrassment and moved aside for Jinx to make his exit. The young man already had a throbbing headache from the hard hit and from the sunlight that he had to take in directly with his eyes. He needed to look up to see Rorik's face clearly.

He had a gigantic hammer that weighed 3 tons. It was resting on his left broad shoulder. His hammer Remorse was said to belong to an archangel who had died in the hands of El Diablo, a powerful creature who served the Elysian God before succumbing to betrayal.

Rorik was half a century years old. He was the headmaster of Ecclesia Academy and belonged to the trusted circle of the Executive Minister of the Elysian Church. Although Salem was excommunicated, they still kept in touch for many reasons.

The man's silver smooth hair was brushed back and left a lone curl on his forehead. He had the same outfit as Salem yet he did not wear the mask all the time. No one had ever seen Salem without it except for Salem's parents and Rorik. Rumor has it and as per Mister Dagen's gossiping tongue, Salem had a gruesome appearance and was deformed because of an accident.

"Sir, what brings you here?" As much as Jinx would like to offer hospitality, this man won't even fit in their chair. The farmhouse would break once he puts one foot in.

"I have heard of what had happened in Satbury village, where is Salem?"

Jinx's heart thumped loudly in his chest. He was still in the crisis of confusion and his unsettled nerves were getting prominent each second. Cold sweat sheathed his skin, his eyes kept searching for a shadow of either Karma or his master.