The Murklin System: Rise of the Dark Hero

Chapter 5

A long gasp escaped Edward Elliot's lips in the middle of eating his dinner. His fingers curled for a second before it moved, like someone else was controlling them. This only meant one thing, another murklin sharing the wrath blood was born.

His daughter, Efrelyn Elliot, rushed on his side until it subsided, and then his father said, "Another murklin of wrath is born."

Efrelyn nodded and sighed. "Another headache?" She couldn't help remembering their last encounter with a murklin, who ended up annihilating almost every mortal in Flexure. If this one was another headache, this meant another workload for her father.

When Edward shook his head, Efrelyn said, "Shouldn't you be happy? As the Lord of Wrath, this will surely be excluded in your work."

"It's weird." He motioned his daughter to go back to her seat and continue eating, but he couldn't eat anymore after what happened. "And strange."

"Weird how?" she asked while cutting the meat on her plate.

Edward stared at her daughter. "He's a mortal."

Efrelyn stopped from what she was doing. "It's been a while since we had a half-blood murklin. This will surely raise chaos in Izvor." Her eyebrows creased. "But you didn't tell me about this."

"That's why I say it's weird. If a murklin and a mortal bear a child, I will feel it, even before it gets out of his mother's belly. But this one... he appeared out of nowhere. I don't know where he came from."

The dining hall was silent for a whole minute after. The maid came in and placed another plate full of raw meat before bowing and leaving. Edward rang the bell resting on the side of his table before Hewston came running beside him.

"Yes, Lord Edward?"

"Get this half-blood thing here for me as soon as possible. I want him after dinner."

The titan bowed a little, but before he could leave, Efrelyn stopped him before wiping her mouth.

She said, "I'll get him."

*

Gideon and Kento stared at the young man slumped on the dirty floor, holding the three graves they made for the de-ad, like he was hoping that they would rise and come back to him. Even though his back was turned against the two katona, they could see and almost feel the pain he was feeling.

Instead of staying, Gideon turned his back from the young man and went back inside the house to investigate. Dawn was almost here. They needed to get back as soon as possible and report to their major.

Kento followed suit. "He must be feeling so devastated right now," Kento said. "Everyone in his family is all gone now."

Gideon didn't reply and continued searching the entire house. He was looking for the thing that fell on the woman's pocket a while ago, but it wasn't there anymore. It must have been blown by the wind or was kicked somewhere during the commotion.

"The father isn't here with them. Maybe we can look for him and tell him what happened." Kento raised the only picture frame resting on the worn out table on the side of a bamboo cot. The three de-ad mortals were in the picture together with the young man, and another man with beard and mustache.

"And why would we do that?" Gideon scoffed. "We're katonas, not some charity. It's our job to protect mortals from all threats and danger, not babysit or run some errand."

Kento placed the frame back to its original position. "I always wonder about this. Why do you hate the Vad tribe so much? I know everyone isolates them, but you hate them more than necessary." He looked at his commander with furrowed eyebrows.