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9- He Is Gone

Ron Molan, the former patriarch of the Molan Family, a long standing family of assassins, and the current butler of the Henituse County in the Roan Kingdom.

He only had a few concerns: his revenge, his son, his job and... His puppy young master.

....... Which, he might add, is now gone.

Gone from the county, without anyone's knowledge. Without his knowledge.

He had been on an errand, given by the Count. He had seen the bored looks, empty with exhaustion, on the young master's face.
For the last two years.

He had tried to finish his work faster, so that he can go back to taking care of his young master, again. Only to return back to an empty room.

Which had been empty for two weeks...

And by the looks of it, no one had even realized it. Atleast, the lack of reaction at the growing number of food plates outside of the door, or at the surprise of being asked about the young master's whereabouts, told him all he needed to know.

He couldn't believe this.

When he asked his son, he was met with the answer that he was not at the estate either. He was gone for another errand.

At least that was justified, but the answer the Count gave him, almost made him kill that man in cold-blood.

"He might just be throwing a tantrum. Don't worry Ron, he'll be back in a few days." The Count didn't even lift his head from his paperwork.

His son's disappearance was of less importance to him than some papers.

"He has been gone for fourteen days. Two weeks, to be exact. Are you still going to nonchalantly push it off?" Ron, with his usual benign smile gone, looked almost ready to issue a slaughter if it meant his young master would be back.

The slip of pen from the Count's fingers, spoke of his his growing horror that maybe, maybe this wasn't a tantrum from Cale. His ten year old child, whom he loved so much.

Deruth was aware he was not an ideal father, but that didn't mean he would ignore his child's pleas.

Yet, he had somehow managed to do just that. It hasn't been confirmed if he had run away or something had happened to him. But Deruth had a nagging feeling that it was the former...

And as his wife, Violan shared the same exact conclusion as he did.

The slap to his face was expected and it was what he deserved.

But, the horror truly struck, when Ron, after searching the entire county and several neighbouring places, even the Forest of Darkness, for the next few days, still didn't find a single sign of a small red haired child.

The growing instances of his other two children asking for their older brother, his wife's silent cries at night blaming herself, the visits of different vessels and the concerned letters of some... Almost made Deruth go crazy.
And thus....

The entire county was thrown into chaos.

By a single missing red-haired child, whom some would call the splitting image of his mother. The late Countess.
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None of what was happening in the Western Continent, bothered the trio in the Eastern Continent.

Over the course of three days, the three of them had established a very peculiar but familial relationship.

Acting like a family, yet denying it in front of strangers. Mostly done by Raphael, as Aziel is very happy to admit that they are family, and Cale had just given up.