Aegis of the Sun

8. Horizon after the Rain subsides

Horald nodded. "I know what you think Dryzell would be like if he wasn't hostile to a lot of people." Says Horald on Edgar. "Judging by the person's personality, you speak a good point." Edgar answered in the end.

In the midst of the two of them, Edgar seemed to hear the footsteps of the creak floorboards, heading toward the Juildith's room.

And after that, someone went straight in after one hand pushed through a wooden door which hasn't been shut since Edgar arrived. It's Dryzell. The one they've been talking about.

They both gazed into Dryzell's surprised face at what he had seen this afternoon. The quiet quiet in Juildith's room that had been quiet, now became a little uneasy because of Dryzell's sudden presence in front of them.

For Horald and Zhippy maybe it wasn't like that, it was different from how Edgar felt. Dryzell gazed at the Juildith still lying in his straw bed.

"Horald, what has happened to you?" Asked Dryzell with the sound of his weight that Edgar would never forget.

"Juildith has been attacked by bastards in the nearby city. They won't stop fighting if I don't get involved." Obviously Horald. "Where do you think you're selling that contraband?" Ask Dryzell on horald.

"Nelvada." Horald answered briefly. "What?!" The old man said a little surprised. "Why are you going there, stupid?" Horald just received the distinctive curse from their nanny in Red Raven. But it seemed like the blond man was already familiar with what he had heard from the speech that came out of the mouth of the binal Dryzell.

"We have no other choice, Dryzell. He's too far from Ortania. I thought Nelvada was the perfect town. That's why we decided to go there." Obviously Horald.

Hearing his answer from Horald, Dryzell did not budge as he nodded slowly. Edgar saw the old man's hands clenched tight, like he was about to hit something.

"Why would they do that to you? How dare they beat my family!" Desist Dryzell stared at the Juildith, who was in such critical condition.

"Don't worry, I've handled it with my ability." The Zhippy say suddenly fell silent, and this time it opened its voice again.

"I've always trusted your talent, Zhippy. Cure the Juildith at all costs." Said Dryzell again. The white-haired man nodded. "That's for sure." He answered without removing his gaze from outside the window.

The afternoon breeze brushed over her white hair and Zhippy let hisself feel the twilight slowly warming, eliminating the lingering cold of the heavy rain.

Beyond his eyes, he saw that there were standing bodies of water that reflected the beautiful orange sky.

"Didn't expect when I came home, I saw this. How sick it is," Says Dryzell. The old man sat in an empty chair not far from Horald.

Dryzell's already looking tougher than he looks. Edgar could feel the old man's gaze that was unlike anything he'd ever seen in the Guild.

"Why would they do that to Horald and the Juildith? They're just messing with Red Raven. Edgar uttered in a flat tone.

"I know exactly what Nelvada is like. It must be a conspiracy of the Black Mamba Guild, huh? Horald?" Said Dryzell guessed. He hurled a silver gaze ata blond-haired man still sitting not far from the bed on top of which was a man lying in recovery.

Horald pointed his eyes toward Dryzell. "Yeah, I don't really remember the annoying face of the people there, but I think they were the ones from the Guild that you said just now. Because I was confronted by a Kluith who used Naikle." It's obvious horald remembers that bit.

They both returned to the Guild after a nearly a day's journey from Nelvada, compared with Myrana. It was the nearest town to Ortania, after Invu.

Invu is a small town that stands on a cliff on the use of Teilem, which can be seen very clearly when in a stretch of the Nylon valley. Although Edgar never really knew about the city, Dryzell was away from it all the time, then back to the Guild.

"Naikle? Isn't that a deadly weapon?" Says Dryzell for encouragement. But Horald could not help but nod in agreement, for it was hard to describe the weapon he was referring to. It was also slightly unfamiliar with a weapon shaped like a large, powerful paw like an Edgar hidden blade, which was equally made of quality iron.

It looks more like the hoof of a great Demon. It would be a complete stranger to him to become familiar with such a weapon. However, apparently after the foregoing information, Dryzell directly referred to Naikle as a lethal weapon. Because that's what it looks like to be seen in person.

"Sort of. Judging by the wounds Juildith received, he has been scarred like a bloody scratch on her chest. Even I can see clearly on the waist of Juildith there is a similar wound." Says Horald returning.

At the sound of that, Zhippy nodded in agreement with Horald's earlier words. "That's right Dryzell. The Juildith has lost a lot of blood. And luckily when they both returned to the guild, it seems that horald had wiped off the wounds in an effort to stop the bleeding." Obviously Zhippy chimed in.

"Damn it!" Dryzell concluded, bitter with the shithead in Nelvada. "You must have had problems with them before, right. Dryzell?" Says Horald looking down at the old man.

Dryzell was still unmoved, draining the tip of his nose. "If it's true, just say it. We can make them pay." Edgar said trying to blend in. "I can't get enough of it when I see the Juildith in such a condition, especially if I know that it is the people of the Guild." The hull.

"It's all my fault." Said Dryzell with a countenance decorated with a hint of remorse. "You mean?" Ask Zhippy from his place.

Dryzell drew his heavy breath and breathed it out with a faint feeling. "A few months ago, I fooled them over the contraband I once offered Black Mamba." Clearly initiated an explanation.

"And then?" Edgar was very curious about the next words that he hoped he could hear as soon as he could from the dry mouth of Dryzell. The man drank too much sake, so that's the small impact of such intoxicating liquor on consuming too much. And the old man didn't seem to care.

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