There have never been secrets between Iano and his twin brother, Miano. But that changes when his brother marries an heir of the most powerful fief of the village. With such power comes the right to see the face of the Goddess. Only, Iano's twin mus...
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Running toward the departing ship, Kairou felt the urge to cry.
From behind him, a hand caught his shoulder. Kaioru turned to see a law enforcer, severe-looking and dressed in dark red. "Kaiorou Ngivu?" he asked.
Kairou nodded. "Yes."
"We have been waiting for you." He bobbed his head to the right and Kairou saw in the distance. Another ship.
A rush of joy ran through him. The ship that had departed wasn't his, he told himself. The law enforcer didn't need to voice it, Kairou followed his lead to the ship.
The imposing wooden structure was two floors high with sails twice as high, all spread wide. The rear of the ship had a metallic chamber cased into it with a pipe that already let out black smoke. He had made it. But if he had been any later, he would have been left behind.
As he approached the ship, his urgent pace dwindling into a jog, then a laborious walk, Professor Helou's large figure came into view. The stout man had his arms crossed, his muscles bunching through his white boubou. Kairou began losing speed. By the time he was in front of the Professor, fatigue came to him like a defeating flood. The Professor, too, looked tired. Like he hadn't slept a second that night.
"You're late, Son of Nguivu."
"I-" Kairou tried to justify himself, but his panting drowned his words.
"Get on," ordered the professor. "You're lucky we have no other translators. I know you're a high achiever, but I never thought you'd congratulate yourself on making someone as important as Papa Satouka wait for you this early in your career."
Kairou froze in his trail. "Pa-Papa Satouka?" He was practically choking on his words.
"Keep it down," said the professor, "and keep walking, you're late enough."
"You mean the owner of the Satouka Pharmacies?" The man was a legend. Owner of most of the medicine production in the whole city. The kind of person that everyone knew from the age of five, whose name becomes as common as rain because it is stamped everywhere.
