Cp 4

Ashley flung herself against the chair quite roughly, somewhat offended by how Louise had looked at her earlier. A second later, she smiled; it struck him as if he was such a man Ashley forgot. What kind of treatment does she expect from Louise, a sweet treatment? Seriously, Louise is the coldest man she's ever met.

"Why are you smiling by yourself?" Ferra was surprised to see Ashley smiling without cause.

"No, nothing." Immediately a smile flew from her face, and Ashley misbehaved.

Louise saw Ashley sitting with her two friends; the girl looked severe. He made his way to the table where his friends were sitting. He glanced at Ashley briefly and then began to take his assignment seriously.

"Again, this weather, when it will clear up." Dale sighs.

"You've lived here a long time; no, you should know that the city is often foggy," Galan said without looking at Dale, focusing on the book before him.

"Sometimes get goosebumps when I see fog. It's like a lurk back there."

"It's your feelings. Just get the job done. I have an appointment."

"Promise?" Dale's eyebrow shot up next door. "With who?"

"The basketball team." Dale sighed, he thought Galan had a date with a girl, but it wasn't.

Ashley was alone at the bus stop; she was waiting for a bus. No one here; they came out last from the library. Vina and Ferra go first because they're one-way. Ashley rubbed her palm, and she froze.

"Until when should I wait." She's already getting restless and uncomfortable.

Ashley doesn't want to bother Lana and Shaun to pick her up, and her parents must be busy. The girl looked at her watch, the clock was six in the afternoon, but it was like it was over eight o 'clock at night. Quiet, quiet, and no activity whatsoever around. This is the mood of Tervord's suburbs.

"Come quickly."

Ashley is not strong anymore; she's rumpy. If she wants to pick her up now, she'll wait a little longer since her parents are far away from work, and the bus will be there in about fifteen minutes if the bus is on time.

"Why is she still there?"

Louise had just come out of the library and found Ashley sitting by herself at the bus stop, from what he was trying to do. He seemed to want to come over, but Louise held back from wanting to be near Ashley for whatever reason. So he decided to monitor Ashley from afar.

He was standing next to the big oak tree near the school gate, watching over Ashley. He just stood there, leaning against the stuff of the tree as he folded his hands. The school was already quiet, with Ashley and his two friends leaving.

"She can be an easy target for criminals, utterly unaware that she is being looked at." Louise sighed.

Ashley's vigilance is low; if no criminals were there, Ashley would be very quickly caught. The sky was orange, the clouds were visible, and the thunder was heard. Ashley was getting restless; she looked left and right alternating, quiet, with no one around her. As Ashley looked to the side, Louise hid behind a tree.

"Dear God, how long do I have to wait here." She said quietly. She squeezed her hand to relieve anxiety.

From far away, a car approached; Ashley couldn't see clearly what car it was. She smiled wide as the car she knew closed. Ashley immediately got up.

"Why didn't you call me back?" Shaun asked as the man got out of the car.

"I don't want to trouble you."

Shaun shook his head. "Lucky I was in front of your school if you don't want to wait till here."

Ashley lowered. "Sorry, dad. I didn't mean it like that. I meant to. I would have to wait a little longer, and the bus would become."

"All right, let's go home."

Ashley got into the car; as the car sped up, the spines began to fall. Louise emerged from the tree as Ashley's father's car drove away, walking out of the gate in the direction she was heading opposite Ashley. Inside, the vehicle saw someone coming out of school. She frowned at who was about, knowing no one else was at school. But he immediately realized that if the librarian hadn't come home, it could have been the librarian.

"I would've given you a car, but you would?"

Ashley's eyes were round. "The car? For me? Is it too much?"

"No. I'd feel better if you had a car. You don't have to wait for the bus anymore."

"Whatever, I'll go along with dad."

Louise threw himself on the red sofa; he folded his hands and placed them behind his head, and stared at the empty ceiling of his dark living room. There was only an external reflection of light coming from the large window; the room was quiet.

It's been years since Louise remembered that day, when he had the worst day of his life, that he became depressed for a time. The woman's cynical gaze was still imprinted clearly in his mind; Louise could not nullify his agreement with her.

He also had a terrible fight with his father that made Louise's hatred grow, leaving his place of birth until he reached the city. He never expected to meet someone he recognized when he saw his body shaking violently. Louise's feelings were mixed, happy, sad, and yearning to be together. He desperately tried to suppress his feelings.

"So tired is also like this." He glanced at the bag on the table.

Louise woke up and grabbed the bag, and pulled out the parcel Ashley was given. He pulled a big enough box out of the paper bag and looked at the box's contents for a long time. The rolls from the pretty famous store in Tervord.

"What should I do with this cake." He was waving the box around. "I don't like sweets." Louise glanced at the trash.

Given that it was Ashley's mother, she felt bad about throwing it away; Louise reluctantly opened the box, took the cake knife, and cut it. He hesitated to eat it when the piece of cake was in his mouth, finally bringing it slow.

"Not bad at all."

Louise munches slowly; the homemade cakes are worth a thumbs-up. It's good enough for Louise and means winning is very good for most people. He decided to finish the cake; it started to rain quite Ae.

***

"I have searched all over Deuglasia with my deputies and have not found his whereabouts until now." Said someone on the knees.

"Not found?" He retorted. "Until now." His voice was slow but filled with anger.

"Yes. I did my best."

A fracture from the throne occupied by Dyras Altair, King of Alcazar. It had been many years since he and his son had had a terrible quarrel; even the dyras had forgotten the exact moment.

He had mustered his confidence to find him all over Deuglasia and to no avail. He wondered where her son was hiding. Alouise is so clever that no one has been able to find his whereabouts until now.

"I don't want to know. The obvious thing is he has to be found." Dyras commands.

"Yes, My Lord." The man Farand Minos left the king's throne room.

He walked without looking around, his eyes blank. He thought hard about where else he would look for the crown prince.

"Looks like someone failed in the mission."

There was a taunting remark from the person Farand hated the most; he turned and found the rotten man leaning against a pole, folded his hands, and fake smile on his face.

"Failed? What do you mean fail?" Farand retaliated against Lexander; he looked down at the man.

"Unless I fail to what I'm supposed to call you." He replied. "How long have you been searching and not found it?"

"I'll find him; it's just a matter of time. You know who I am, don't you? I never fail to do anything." He smiled sideways and left Lexander.

Lexander looked at Farand full of rage, and he had never liked that power-hungry, rapacious man. In the eyes of Lexander, farand was nothing more than a desperate vassal desperate for approval from king dyras. He was greedy and wanted all the glory for himself.

"Son of a bitch! You think you're so much better than me?" Lexander sniffed. "Do you want to shift Killian into the king's trust?" He shook his head.

"Don't dream, 'cause I'll get rid of Killian and take his place."

Farand tried to ease his rage, he rarely took up enmity with anyone but not Lexander, and he never liked that obnoxious man before.

"Why should I think of that envious man? There are more important things."

During the trip, he met some of the praetorian soldiers he had been trained with him. Long ago, they still looked the same, scared. But he loves it; they must fear his powerful self.

"Lucky for them; they're my students. I won't teach anyone if I don't get anything."

This is the nature of Farand; he will only want to move if there is profit to be made. Once upon a time, king Dyras asked him to be a soldier's trainer in exchange for a position he had acquired today. It was a good action, so for what he refused, he even got himself into his territory. He decided to obey all the orders of king Dyras; whatever command so long from king Dyras he would execute.

"Sir." A man below approached, kneeling behind farand.

"What's wrong?"

"We've been looking for a prince to go unspoiled, but the result is the same." His voice got smaller.

Farand closed his eyes and breathed long. "Do you believe that everything you've been looking for?"

"Yes, Sir."

Farand massaged the top of his nose; he did not know where to look anymore. This search has taken forever, the most extended search he has ever made and the greatest failure.

"There is one more place, Sir."

Farand looked over. "Where?" he asked impatiently.

"But this is just a possibility we thought of, so it's not necessarily the prince there."

"Tell."

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