If you're gonna look at the book cover, you might see an image of dusk reflecting on the dawn. :3
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Part TWO
With You and Without Me
Cleayé, the newly arrived young lady, leaves the place as well and follows him while he walks through the corridor with a determined face. There are so many female servants glancing at him who might be wondering how their master became serious all of a sudden after all that's happened, and maybe, they're wondering why he doesn't have his shirt on.
[A/N: Read the name "Cleayé" -- /kli-yey/ Accented on the boldface]
He goes inside of his room, takes some clothes from his cabinet and puts them on.
After which, he hears knockings from outside his room and allows it to enter.
The door slides open and she steps in. She wordlessly closes his door and faces him again. He gazes at her face who is partially illuminated with the dim light from his dark room.
"You again. You're not planning to stop me now, are you?" he voices out in monotone.
The girl heaves a deep breath like she has expected him to react that way, and then she finally says with determination over her beautiful face, "I am deeply aware that I can't stop you. But please, allow me to go with you. I know how to fight as well. Let me be useful once in a while. Please bid me to help you on this matter, Lord Gielien."
He seems to ponder about it for a while. He looks at her definitive eyes and got convinced. He lets her on what she wants, and the girl seems to be relieved. He then asks her fix his long, purple hair up.
He sits on the side of his bed while thinking on what he will do when they got there. His determination to take his sister back is evident on his face.
"By the way, I've heard Deanard will be coming here tonight. Aren't you planning to welcome your friend?" she asks breaking the silence.
"You mean ... him?" he remembers. "Yeah, he told me he'll come. I might just ask them to serve him as a very important guest when he arrives. Either way, I can't just abandon my sister for a coming guest." He breathes down. He has made up his mind and no one could stop him now.
They leave the room afterwards and walk in haste. They passed through the murmuring servants, the dark corridors, and the vast fastidious lobby.
After going out of the old mansion, he urgently orders someone to get his tall, fine-bred, dark horse and it was immediately obeyed.
The two rides the horse at full speed, undeterred on what will they do and not minding the stern, chilly wind touching their skin. She might be throbbing and worrying, but now's not the time to back out.
It is quite a distance from his mansion and all she could do is to pray that everything will be alright.
As soon as they arrive in front of the place where the two kidnappers reside, the wind starts to blow harder and more austere. They are now facing an equally dark mansion as the dusk. Flickering lights surrounded the morose edifice.
He smirks. At last he will be facing them again. At last he can take his poor damsel back home. He may now be entering the house of the devils but he's determined to be a devil himself, more imminent than them, only to grab her away.
As they go inside the mansion, groups of men who seem to be hindering them appears from the dark and their only option is to fight their way through. Fierceness, strength, will—now he's got all of them and those defenders can't seem to force them out. He and Cleayé easily got away from those guards and proceed towards the other side of the gate.
The two of them stop upon arriving on the huge, sophisticated anteroom. They both glance up at the tall and wide, grandiose stairs in front of them, wherein on the upper side of it is a huge door.
"This place is too dark and suspiciously quiet. Should we take precautions? What if on the other side of that door is—"
"Who knows? My sister might be on that room. But if she's not there I know another place where they can keep her," he tells cutting her short.
Before the two make another step, they found themselves surrounded by a group of people in dark blue and black clothing. The group of people prepare themselves on a battle position as if they're going to fight the two newcomers.
"Our masters told us not to allow you to pass through this room. If you insist, you must shed our blood first," he announces with a fierce monotone.
Gielien gravely smirks, "So ... I'm not your master anymore? Is that it?"
The guys throbs on what he said and some lets out a hiss.
* * *
During the meantime at the old, traditional, soigné mansion, arrives a good-looking man and is well received inside of the place.
He is a friend of the mansion's master and is also an adversary of the black-haired guy who is currently on the other mansion where Gielien and the young lady went.
This guy, if anyone must know, is a master of sorcery—and a great opponent for the guy with the reddish eyes at that.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you saying that ... Gielien left? He must have told me. That guy always does what he wants so I suppose I should not dispute why you didn't deter him. I came to see him either way, so maybe ..."
The man sighs. He tells them he wants to go after the two to check if they are still in one piece. He is being asked to stay but he's not listening as he goes off with his own horse.
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In the dark area where there's already an awaiting battle, the aura becomes intense, the throbbing and pulsations that can be heard from everywhere grow distinct and fast.
All of them, whether the group of people in dark blue and black or the two intruders facing them, can feel the reputable air of the presumably coming blood bath.
Gielien, the man with the long, dark purple hair, calms himself with a deep breath and the lady with him notices it.
He asks her with a low voice, "You said you want me to let you be useful, right?"
"Yeah," the young lady replies, perplexed on why the guy asked such a thing on a situation like that.
He makes a smile, and the aura changes quite a bit. The defenders in dark blue and black notice it and they got confused. But they still pushed on having the same fierce stare at the two obliterators.
Gielien raises his head higher and observes the people around them, from those on his left side to his right, and to those on the upper side of the stairs.
He prepares himself and tries to advance a step—each person who will attack him he gives sudden and powerful blows and kicks.
The fight begins. One by one, the guys in dark blue and black are knocked down, fell unconscious on the ground, but all he left alive. He moves forward as he fights them and the guys try their best to force a hit. He steps on the wide stairs and fights the guys positioned on it.
He reaches the flat ground after the stairs in front of the huge door, and glances down at the young lady who was with him. She is surrounded with the fiercely glaring defenders who were stunned to see where he is.
"Now it's your chance to be useful. You don't mind taking care of those I left right?" Gielien loudly tells her. He turns back and opens the huge door.
She gulps. "So this is your way of letting me be useful. Fine then," she murmurs with a little peevish tone and a coerced smile.
He steps towards the other side of the door and leaves her on that vast anteroom to handle the group of people in dark colored clothing.
Nobody could have known, but Cleayé have been adept in the arts of sorcery as well, and that's how she's going to fight.
She observes the group of men around her, and heeds that their number becomes larger all of a sudden.
She murmured to herself, "Darn it. I should have expected this."
*** End of Part Two: With You and Without Me ***
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