Guardians Of Magic

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The One Who Bleeds
"Die."

Xael's Point of View

"Do we have to leave?"

It was still early in the morning and Hiro was already bossing us around so we can leave Cerulean as soon as possible. He had just woken up last night and some of his wounds weren't healed yet but here he was—carrying heavy trunks of baggage towards the carriage outside. Does this guy even have the word 'relax' in his brain? If you ask me, I don't really want to go. Even Kichi agrees with me. He kept on clinging on Hiro's leg and begged him not to make us leave but he just can't be bothered.

Bree and I are here upstairs of the shop, sorting out our things so we can still have a little bit of space to contain souvenirs from the shop. We had no other choice since Hiro wouldn't probably agree of the thought of women carrying heavy luggage. Naturally, I would be offended but if I get to be free from a chore, why not? Mizuki was helping us fix our things, including from the boys even though she was still a little lightheaded but she assured us that she can still manage.

I told her that she can sort her things out instead of helping us. Turns out, the cramped apartment where she was staying was one of the rooms that got destroyed and burned from her fight with that Zeus guy. I doubt none of her things survived but she guaranteed that it was okay since she had little to no expensive possessions anyway so I offered to buy her clothes and her basic necessities until she could repay me. I was going to do it for free since money wasn't a problem in our family but she insisted that she would just pay me back. The girl had principles, I respect that.

When we arrived the other day, I had the chance to roam around inside the antique shop. I didn't have the opportunity to admire the simplistic beauty of it when we arrived because of how busy we got. Downstairs, the room was quite spacious than I expected. I couldn't grasp the exact style but it was somewhat an old cafe library style.

The aroma from coffee beans that Sir Magnus brewed every morning would envelope the whole room, giving off a lazy afternoon ambiance. The front door had a glass window pane on the upper part and when it was opened, the sound of the high pitched ring of a cute little bell rang like that of a coffee shop. The shelves around the room were full of old pottery, wood works, small statues, and small trinkets and machineries that are out of our time.

"And there. Done!" Mizuki cheered. It was the last piece of blouse to be folded. The three of us stretched our limbs since it was getting a little bit numb. Who knew folding clothes would be much of a chore?

"I'm hungry," Bree whispered under her breath. The moment she mentioned the word hungry, all of our stomachs started grumbling.

"Let's go outside to grab some breakfast." Lady Raven decided to prepare the food outside like a picnic. She said that it was more refreshing than eating inside the shop.

The strong scent of the roasted aroma of coffee quickly enveloped our noses when we were on the last step of the stairs. It was coming from the moka pot full of coffee and from Sir Magnus' cup. He has been here ever since he woke up, rummaging from the old books that he once kept. He said that he was just looking up things from the past or something.

"Co-coffee?" Mizuki softly mumbled to herself. Her eyes were glued to the coffee mug like last night. I guess Sir Magnus noticed us since he lifted his gaze from the book he was reading.

"Hm? Do you want some?" Sir Magnus offered the moka pot full of coffee when he saw Mizuki staring at it. Her face lighted up and immediately went towards the pot.