"You're free to go. Her Majesty deemed you worthy to stand by her side again. You should be thankful," the guard snarled before unlocking the door of Kanami's cell.
The metal bars creaked slightly, waking up the sleeping ninja. "Just give me a minute..." she mumbled, struggling to get up from her slumber.
It was early in the morning, a few days after she was thrown here after she failed to retrieve the water from Ryuuji. As she opened her eyes, blinded by the sudden surge of sunlight, she noticed that the ex-captain of the knights was standing beside the guard, smiling at her.
"Good morning, Kanami," he greeted her softly. "I have a hard time imagining you slept well on that bed."
Jason stared at the pile of straw on the ground she was sleeping on, some sheets barely covering it all. She groaned and got up from it groggily, her face hidden by her long, disheveled hair.
"Leave us be, now," Jason ordered to the guard, who, after giving one final glance at Kanami begrudgingly walked away.
Kanami scratched her arm, tossing the strand of straws stuck to her clothes, "Finally... I almost lost patience and broke free the other day," she yawned.
"I'm glad you didn't cause a mess by doing it," Jason bowed. "I'm sorry for all the trouble. Morgann has been... quite agitated recently."
With her eyes darkened by the circles under them, Kanami scowled at him. Jason observed, "You didn't sleep well, I see. Did you feel anxious?"
"It's none of your business," she grumbled. "Still, tell me how he is."
"Viktor says he can walk now," he said, removing and wiping his hazy glasses. "To be honest, it's surprising how quickly he recovered."
Relief washed over her upon hearing this news. A faint smile cornered her lips. "Good. At least it wasn't a complete disaster," she sneered. "Though I've heard that the population is restless. Not that I care. It's for you guys that it's going to get difficult."
Jason chuckled as he placed his glasses back on his face. "You're right. And don't worry, I don't expect a spawn of Araël like you to care much about us."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm going back to my house. I need a warm bath." And without another word, she turned to leave.
Jason watched her go, the echo of her footsteps fading down the corridor. A sigh escaped his lips as he was reminded of Wrimbo. Why was it that she reminded him so much of his "son"? He watched the young man mature into a full-fledged knight under his command, before turning into a being of incarnated wrath.
That's right, he was scared. Scared to fail her as he did for him. Scared to create another monster that would only stop once he realized its mistake.
Clenching his fists, and tightening his jaw, he inhaled deeply. "If only you were there, Morgann and the king wouldn't be..."
He couldn't finish that sentence. Of course, with "ifs" we could remake the world, but that wasn't what happened. The bright and shining blue star of Sora was gone, isolating Morgann
further and further as her father grew sicker.
And aside from being here, there was nothing he could do. Ultimately, he was dealing with other issues. He had more than enough work to do with his wife and two girls at home. He was only back inside the castle because, above all, his concerns were for their future.
Kanami was just one more concern he was unable to let go of. He tried desperately to distance himself from her, saying that he had no right to tell her what to do. He knew what pain Wrimbo went through, he knew that it was something far from easy to overcome. The curse of Araël, a hex of isolation and slow-burning hatred for mankind.
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A Tamia's Tale
Fantasy"A world full of mysteries and interesting people, sure. But what if I wanted to go home instead?" Luka, a young man, is summoned by accident in a fantasy world. But his arrival isn't without problems: kidnapping, political betrayals, a sickly king...
