The Invisible King

Chapter 13: Allane

Chapter 13: Allane

The breeze brushed the blue flowers under the moonlight just as it swayed the white hair of Allane, tingling its pale forehead. Blue eyes, snow tint of eyelashes fanned over her freckled cheeks as she closed her eyes, palms squeezing her cross necklace and whispering prayers:

"Give me strength, Jembahal. May my power be the instrument of your will. May your light bring justice."

Beside her was a human-sized glass cross tucked on the ground, carrying holy water inside that had now started to bring out in the air in a spiral move, like a whirlpool in a cone shape, until it became a solid drill made of crystal blue ice, spinning and aiming to the three-story mansion.

Her hair almost flew out by the wind currents created beneath. Black clergy robe waving against the gusts. And as she opened her eyes, the ice drill whooshed in the air and crushed again on the windows, trying to hit the two criminals running like cornered sinful rats.

"I know them!" Kizo said, gritting and clenching his fist. "I won't let them flee again, especially with the package!"

"I told you, Kairus! I should confirm the package first before heisting the mansion! Also, your way of killing is so messy that we could be patterned!" complained the oak-haired lad in a brown Civil Guard uniform, covering its slender body.

A huge thick sword pierced the ground. It was black, gradient with dark purple, with pebble-sized skulls carved along the wide sides of blades. The sword was as tall as the user and seemed impossible to lift, yet it was carried effortlessly by the bare slim muscular arms of a nineteen-year-old lad. His lips grinned, and the dark hair covering his teasing eyes.

"Heh? Who do you think is the boss here, Chame?"

"You're just one year ahead of me and trained in the same batch, Kairus! But your brain isn't getting old! I should be the one Papa chose to be the leader!"

"Too bad. Papa wants you to be just my pawn."

"How cruel that you only think of me as a pawn! I thought we were–" Chame gulped before he finished the sentence, "Best friends!"

Kairus scratched the back of his neck, averting his gaze. "Of course we are. Blame Papa then," he then chuckled.

"You both are nonsense," Kizo interrupted. "If you would let them leave, then I won't!" He ran to the mansion.

"Kizo, wait!" Merya followed, but Kizo stopped her.

"They were supposed to be three, Merya. Find the other one," Kizo said without looking back until he was gone.

Merya didn't need to ask Kairus for permission when she ran in another direction.

"Now our kids are being scattered away! I told you! I should lead! Because your leader's mind was unstable!"

"You're unstable too," the soft angelic voice of Allane rang in his ears, "Kairus might also have an unstable mind, but he was firm in decision making. Unlike you, you easily change your decisions based on your mood."

"That's not based on mood! That's–"

"Something worse. I'm sorry if you had to feel that way, but your ideals could cloud your judgments if you don't accept the situation. But you can still do almost anything, not just decision-making. And I'm sure we'll have time to fix it when the war is over. I'll pray to Jembahal."

"Your ideals are the worst, priest girl! You guys just thought prayers could heal anything! Can solve everything! And criticize that our lack of faith is the root of suffering! That's why it's hard to believe in your Jembahal!"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean that. My sisters might like that but–"

"Ugh! You guys talk too much! Too loud!" Kairus said irritably while pushing his palms to his ears like a kid. "Allane. Take us to the positions now!"

"I will," she replied as she pressed her palms together with the cross and closed her eyes. The grasses on their feet were already damp by her earlier flood, but she still needed to add water from her cross to make a small pond again, letting the two boys sink until they were gone and teleported to the other side of the mansion.

Allane remained in silence, hearing the breeze and the sound of dancing twigs and brushing leaves. She was left to scout.

But then a lance flew in her direction. She was lucky that she swayed her arms by instinct and made an ice shield. The blade shattered her barrier into pieces, and the pressure threw her away to the ground.

And then, from the dark, a silhouette of a man in a hood gradually shone in the moonlight. He curved down his huge body to pick up the giant lance and went into a fighting stance, ready to pierce a holy rat.

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