Chapter CCCXXI: How’d He Become the Messenger? ~Travallian

Looking upward towards the evening sky, Jeremy mumbled to himself about everything that was taking place. Everything. At first, he planned to merely pass through the town and leave the next few days to go to another. All he wanted to do was have some rest and a silent feast on mortal blood to sustain his vampiric urges as he travelled further. Further…did travelling matter to him anymore? The people in the town seemed to already love him for a mere lie; a wolf who was really him. He later met a mysterious girl who wore a mask then later on a young Yoshi who seemed to attract danger to himself. Now he also has to handle with telling some others about an energy force known as Magik. What’s next?

Ugh…what have I put myself into this time? Jeremy thought to himself as he looked onward, resting one hand on his jewelled dagger. Luckily I have my emerald and ring…or my cover will be blown once I have to hide from the sun. No one will ever know since I’m still outside at this time of day…the sun’s light cannot burn my flesh. I am not like the others…unlike Zethen’s clan…I pity the burned fools.

With a sigh, he shook his head and began to head back to the town, deciding to search for Chrono, assuming that he returned from his numerous trips. The kid better have been back. He felt the need to leave everything about this town behind him and change his identity again to once again hide from other. On the other hand, in this case…things seemed different this time. He wanted to give the place a chance.

On his way back, his movement was quicker than the eye. He barely touched the earth at each step, making him silent. Slowing down when he took sight of the town from a distance, he moved in a more normal pace. Everyone else probably thought he was just a mere travelling noble looking for attention.

Let them think that way.

At the entrance of the town, he saw two figures near the open gates. He did not have to guess on who they were once he took sight of the draconian’s malicious appearance and the man’s tranquil expression. Stopping in front of the two, he folded his arms against his chest and quirked his brows together.

“Were you two waiting for me here?” Jeremy asked them, his voice hushed to a whisper.

Lasereth smiled calmly to his son, giving him a light nod. “No need to whisper. We saw you leave earlier, but I knew that you’d return, Trava-…Jeremy.”

“Knowing you after all those years of teaching you since you were just a child…I know that you never leave friends without a reason. That is still your nature even though you now keep to yourself,” Zekoru added, the raspy hiss of his voice made it hard to determine his mood. “That Chrono boy is back. We’ll take you to his location and you can talk to him. The girl with the mask may be close by as well. I am uncertain of that child, but she seems…decent enough to trust, but keeping an eye on her should also be taken note of.”

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Within the aristocratic sector of the town, Zekoru and Lasereth led Jeremy to one street. Stopping at the corner, Zekoru nudged Jeremy forward and grunted faintly. Rubbing his shoulder lightly, the vampire mumbled under his breath as he shifted his eyes downward at the aging draconian. He was amusingly almost a foot shorter than he was which made him grin mischievously.

“Mentor…” Jeremy hissed through his teeth as he still grinned. “You’re a little too far into your character there. The attitude, the voice, the appearance except for your armor, and…the height.”

“You just chose to be tall, kid…then your father had to be mocking and chose to be even taller than you…I would be towering over both of you in our real forms, but no…no, no, nooooo! Look who’s towering who now,” Zekoru grumbled. “Down that corner. Go talk to that Yoshi lad about that magic stuff. We heard enough about it, so need not tell us.”

“…magik, Zek.”

“Did I not say that?”

Jeremy helplessly shrugged, smacking his forehead. He didn’t understand it either, yet he was even correcting even others who also made the error. Lasereth let out a small chuckle and gestured his hands to calm Zekoru down so Jeremy could go.

“I have much more to say, my son. We will talk later…perhaps we will meet up again once I acquire some new clothes…as you can see from my bloody tattered rags…I need a new outfit. I’m a former king beneath peasant’s clothing, you could say…”

Jeremy said no more and left the two alone. Walking down the street, he caught sight of Chrono. Quietly, he motioned himself closer and lied his hands on his shoulders from behind, causing the young Yoshi to jump slightly, but calmed himself once he saw that it was only him. Chrono seemed to embrace an egg in his hands as well, he noticed.

“Looking for me?” Jeremy asked, a sly grin seen on his face as he released Chrono. “Where did you get this you hold in your hands, boy?”

“It’s a long story,” Chrono replied as he turned around to look at him then downward towards the egg. “Where were you?”

“I’ve been looking for a few to inform that there seems to be an evil and dark energy force near ahead of here,” he answered, scratching to back of his head. “It’s called magic…or magik. I don’t know the difference…but hell. I don’t care about that crap right now. It doesn’t matter. I have to look for Oznek,” he paused to fake cough, saying ‘Kenzo’ between each cough. “…and a few others…hmm…where is Bulaklak, by any chance? Have you seen that masked girl anywhere since we both left the area of the burnt down inn, Chrono?”