Aegis of the Sun

4. Decisions

As soon as it got in front of the guild door, Edgar grabbed the knob. Wish there wasn't a terrifying figure standing right behind that old, pale green door. He had such experiences when he returned with Liza after they had both gone to Nylon valley to relax, spend their days off before drowning again at the crime of being a robber or a thief.

Edgar dissolved in the warmth of that vast grassland. He was at peace when he was there, and even himself was unknowingly carried away by a dream so real. A dream that seemed to fly into the future, then faded as he woke up and remembered everything.

The dark-haired man walked into the guild, revealing instantly a common room filled with people who were already living there. Lately, he feels like something's wrong. He felt there was a flaw that he could not express directly, but his chest was too cramped to dwell on it.

He squeaked as he shook his gaze around. He searched for an empty seat to relieve the tiredness after spending most of the day outside the Guild, taking care of his work for Dryzell. The old man hasn't seen his nose since he entered the place.

Edgar mumbled softly in his heart. "It's surprising," He said quietly, but without realizing it, Liza followed her steps behind her, and then joined her, seated ata table in the main room. The sounds of the people in the guild were common to him, but unfortunately there was only one voice missing.

Edgar closes his eyes slowly and then reopens them. And she still saw the same circumstances, unchanged. He breathed out his own lazy breath.

"Because Dryzell's not here?" Says Liza had heard Edgar's voice earlier. The man in the short sleeve nodded later. "I was worried when the doors of the guild were opening." He said. Liza chuckled softly.

"You must've thought that Dryzell would have glared at you like he did that time?" Guess the girl. Hoping that Liza wouldn't understand what he was saying, but Edgar nodded in amazement because what the brunette said was true.

"But it is the truth. Dryzell is a foolish old man." Curt Edgar, throwing his gaze away. But Liza immediately followed the man in order to get Edgar to take his word back.

"If Dryzell hears you, you'll die." Says Liza. Edgar doesn't answer anymore. It's not that Liza is afraid of what she just said, it's just that he feels lazy to have anything to do with the old man.

"But it is. Well, think about it. Since when was Dryzell so much fun? His face hasn't changed since I first saw him." Turns out Liza ended up becoming a part of Edgar's speech.

In the course of their conversation, Fyon brings in all of a sudden a three-glass cocktail, puts it on the table in front of Liza and Edgar. The two quickly reached for the glass that contained the sake that the man had intended to supply.

There were three similar colored wooden glasses, Fyon sitting then between the two of them. "Thank you." Edgar said shortly after that drink. Fyon nodded softly, "No problem." He said.

"So, are you really gonna rent a room, Edgar?" Ask Fyon. The first time the liquor was pouring through his throat, now Edgar had to listen to a question like that again.

"Huh? You're gonna rent a room?" Said Liza, who was also in actual shock at what Fyon had just said. "He told me yesterday that he was going to rent a room, and I thought it was just a load of crap, so I asked his that again." Fyon answers as he looks at Edgar. As for the man's immobile, he gathered up all the reasons in his head so as to sound solid in their ears.

Edgar's never thought of that before. More precisely when Dryzell had scolded him severely for returning from the nylon valley. And not only that, but Edgar had a little trouble with the rest of his head after that. That's what made him prefer to rent a room where he lived ahead. Surely Dryzell would never allow that.

"Yes, it is. I just want to give my room to Fyerith. That boy has helped me a lot." Edgar said for a reason. Too bad that didn't dampen their curiosity. That means he failed in his lie.

Looking Liza and Fyon exchange glances, Edgar becomes inspiring. "What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Said the twenty-four year old man. "Why did you give your room to the boy? You should maintain that because Dryzell's has given you a safe haven, right?" Speak Fyon.

"I know, Fyon. For that I know. My decision doesn't mean I'm leaving Red Raven. Of course I'll come here every day, and return to my new residence in the evening." Definitely Edgar.

"Besides didn't Emily and Drake have their home? They're even still slapping their noses in here, aren't they?" Edgar said as he remembered those two.

Fyon and Liza nodded. "And you?" Says liza.

"I'm gonna find a room. I hear it's a boarding house." Edgar said. "A residence that only provides one room?" Liza said she guessed. Edgar nodded.

"You're right." Answer Edgar. "That means you have to pay the rent every month, right?" Chipped that brunette again. And again Edgar nodded as he gulped down his half-glass drink. He drank it all out.

"Where did you get the money for that?" Now it's Fyon's turn to ask the questions. "It's easy, I'll work harder. Anyway it's all to recover my mind. I don't know what's going on with my mind lately." Obviously Edgar's another reason. That's the reason they both ended up curious.

But Edgar had foreseen that, so he got up from his post and moved toward his room, avoiding the look on his two partners' faces. "I should go rest soon." Said the man without looking at the two of them again.

Edgar walked up some wooden steps to his upstairs room. There are plenty of rooms there, but Dryzell has put himself in a small room with two mattresses available.

Edgar reached for the doorknob after arriving at the door which was so familiar. The man opened it slowly, and his eyes now gazed upon a different set of circumstances.

It was quieter and comfortable than the sometimes irregular classroom of the Guild. Edgar quickly shut the door to his room tightly and intended to drown himself in that calm situation.

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