The Demon's Bride

Working As a Maid, The Lords Of The Lands-III

The Day had turned late noon on the other side of the land. As the meetings held for the Lords of The Five Lands and the Church had been always held yearly, the place where the meeting was held took turns from one land to another. Early in the year, the meeting was held at Downbrigde. So it was the turn for the meeting to be held at Hurthend, the land of the vampires.

Hurthend was right on the left side of Warine, thus the distance wasn't as far as Warine to Runalia. It took a few long hours for Ian to arrive at the Mansion of Hurthend's Lord, Ethan Fort. When his black carriage arrived, Maroon hopped down with an inaudible movement and held his head up to open the carriage's door.

Ian walked down with a leisure face like someone who is about to stroll in a garden. Entering the mansion his red eyes brushed the servants who also had the same red eyes as him and heard a voice promptly calling him. "You have come, Lord Ian?"

Ian turned his head, shifting his bemused gaze to the graceful-looking man with long silver hair and pointed ears. The man had a beautiful gentle expression and a cool temperament, the type of face that would induce tranquil and bring peacefulness, the utter opposite of Ian's mischievous face. He was the Lord of Marshforth, the Elves' King, Lewis Miller.

"Lewis. You're waiting for me here? What am I late?"

Lewis shook his head, his long silver lashes flickered as he smiled. "No, milord you're actually the third one who has arrived. The meeting room is flooded with Churchmen and I found the atmosphere there is tense. Well, as you know our relationship isn't exactly the best."

"I see." Ian brushed his red eyes and lift his chin to the ceiling above him and sensed more than tens of sorcerers and Hunters who specialized in exterminating mythical beings and beast swarming around with their weapons. No wonder Lewis wouldn't want to stay in the same room as them, Ian thought. Since a long time ago, mythical beings held their negative feeling about the hunters. This hatred had taken root deep from past generations to the current one. Being in the same room with the enemy who could kill them, it was akin to how a cat trapped with mouses or perhaps dogs with the cats. The gentle Lewis chose to leave the stuffy room before his composed eyes turned to glare.

A chuckle left his lips, leaving an aftertaste of a devilish ambiance to his red lips. "I always wondered why they need those foolish little hunters when they can't even hunt the real enemy."

Lewis squinted his eyes from his words and accompanied him for their little talk as they ascended the stairs. "This enemy you mean, the dark sorcerers?"

Ian gave him a glance. "Who else is there other than them?"

"I thought you will not raise your hand against the dark sorcerers unless they stepped into your territory? Did something happened that makes your heart changed?" Lewis spoke composedly, his gaze was the opposite of his curiosity questioning. As knew how fickle Ian was, no one could understand what it would mean by offending him. He knew his question this time was a little personal, thus he laid his question simply not really waiting for Ian's answer. If Ian chose not to answer, he wouldn't push the matter and left it there.

"Well, I did say that. And precisely those little eyesores have made a move to something precious to me. They stepped their feet to my territory thus it's time for them to meet their end."

Lewis mulled over what Ian could mean but even after his long acquaintance with him, he still couldn't understand a thread of the man's thought. What he knew now, the man is making a new enemy and that's enough. With his age, Lewis has learned how to not poke his nose to where he doesn't belong. He nodded once, replying briefly. "I hope that you will find what you want from today's meeting then."