Estacia

Chapter 9 : Haildaniard Millainean Foreste

The handsome boy opened his mouth to speak...

"Tch. Do you even realize how heavy you are? I think my back's broken, owwww."

These words left his mouth.

In addition to that, they also became the gravest sin he's ever committed and he will regret it for the rest of his life....

*5 minutes later*

"PITY ME! HAVE MERCY ON THIS SOUL MY LORD! I HAVE COMMITTED A GRAVE SIN! SAVE ME FROM THIS DEMON!" 

the boy screamed with all his might. His once formal clothes now looked like that of a child from the slums and his once beautiful face was covered with tears (it certainly did not look....handsome)

Sitting on top of the boy was a girl who many of you might have mistaken for a demon.

She looked at the boy with her cold eyes which peculiarly can burn ones' soul. (Not literally but it really feels like it)

"You called me heavy? what else do you expect of a cockroach when someone steps on it. Crushed. With one step. Dead." (Estacia)

"I'm not a cockroach!" The boy cried. (In both the ways)

"My! My name is Haildmil! Now please get off of me!"  whined Haildmil.

"Haildmil." Estacia gasped and quickly got down from the boy.

"You can't be Haildmil! That guy was like...a million years old!"

Haildmil. His full name was Haildaniard Millainean Foreste. The keeper of the Millainean flower that has the key to all secrets. However, the door to that key must only be found by the person who would be able to retrieve that flower.

Estacia pondered on that thought a little while. The hidden flower that Delmion talked about. It must be the Millaineal flower. The flower given to Haildaniard by Ziphiona. 

'No. It can't be. The way the keeper was described...' Estacia glanced at the boy who was currently busy fixing his clothing.

She tried to recall the context written in the ancient history book.

'The keeper of the Millainean flower. A man trustworthy enough to be gifted by the guardian herself. 

His distinguished looks were those which not all humans can be born with.

His first name, 'Hail' perfectly complemented his eyes that held the colour of the misty hail clouds.

While his name, 'Daniard', highlighted his bright golden hair which looked like the blooming Doffodils in a beautiful field. 

As for his personality. It was widely described by the other name of the Daffodils which is 'Narcissus'.

One could never argue about the fact that he was too fond of himself and had a habit of complementing himself quite often.

However, despite his personality, he was a loyal and honest man.'

 She thought again. The boy's looks completely went in harmony with the one that was described in the context.

However, loyal? She look at him again. Then shook her head. 

'I can't let my bad impression effect my thoughts. There is no doubt that this is the same man but...'

"He is just a boy."

Estacia revealed her thoughts out loud which unconsciously grabbed the attention of Haildmil.