âSir Knight, would you accept a credit note?â After the ceremony, the woman asked carefully in apology.
âCredit? Ah⌠In the light of this being the first time Iâve ever officiated a wedding ceremony, consider this a free opening special. â Donât come back a second time!â
âThen, you must accept this,â the man gave the knight a slip sincerely.
âThis is a seal coupon* for the âCampbellâ blacksmiths. Originally we wanted to save enough money to make a pair of rings, who would have thought they changed to only making weapons and protective gear.â
âThen I shall gratefully accept.â The knight smiled, accepting the slip.
The elf carefully walked in front, leading the two out of the graveyard disguised as a church.
At least after the illusion disappeared, they would not feel anything strange.
âThank you very much to you as well, and please pass my thanks to the little gentleman.â When they reached the door, the couple turned to bid farewell.
The bride suddenly came forward, hugging the elf tightly, then grabbed her husbandâs hand, stepping onto the street.
The wedding clothes they were wearing started to turn translucent, returning to their original form, but the happiness on their faces didnât fade.
The elf watched them go with a little surprise, then turned to return to the graveyard.
The little siren focused to maintain the illusion, saying nothing.
The knight standing to one side, glanced at the elf, then suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.
âI was thinking who might marry you.â
âHum?â The elf looked at him confused.
The knight didnât say anything else, pointing to the thing the bride had placed in the elfâs hands, then the elf was struck with realization, followed an embarrassed expression, his lips twitching pulling his face to one side.
ââŚSo what is this?â
The elf lifted the âbouquetâ helplessly to the knightâs face.
The knight grabbed his wrist, tilted his head and bit into one of the roses.
âFish kabob from under the angel statue. Although itâs a little cold, it still tastes good. â Oi, Shelly, itâs almost time, if you donât come your fish will be all gone.â
This time, the youth who would normally run over impatiently as soon as âfoodâ was mentioned, was unexpectedly calm.
âJust a moment longer.
He released the illusion, the graveyard returned to the original depressed bareness.
Then, the siren sat down, resting his head on the sailorâs gravestone, speaking quietly.
âThat church⌠I had wanted to show you after it was a bit more polished, but it seems⌠I couldnât make it.â
âItâs cold here, but it would probably warm up soon. I think no matter where it is, as long as youre there, it would become very warm.â
âIâm sorry, I canât join you yet. Because I still havenât fulfilled the promise yet.â
âYou wanted me to live well, even though Iâm not sure if I can do it alone without you, but Iâll try.â
âYou said you wanted to take me to travel the country, then letâs do it this way. I will see everything you wanted to see in your place, and commit everything to memory. â Then, the one telling the stories will be me.â
âOne day, we will meet again. When that time comes, I will show you everything in the world**, that you didnât have the chance to see.â
âGoodbye Raymond ¡ Raphael. Thank you for being by my side.â
âAnd ââ
âI love you.â
The rose in front of the monument left by the lovers, swayed gently in the early spring breeze.
ââŚUntil death do us part.â The knight murmured, âThat was the last phrase in the wedding oath, it seems I forgot.â
âBut, itâs fine even without it. Because death should not be an ending. Or elseâŚâ
He didnât continue, but the elf knew what he wanted to say.
âIf death was an end, then what of the longing of those left behind?
Maybe because he used too much of his illusions, when the returned to the Mercenaryâs Home, the siren quickly fell asleep in exhaustion.
âCain, are there psychological magic that when cast on someone, can maintain itâs control at a distance?â
âWhy do you ask?â
âThis morning when Shelly lost control, he said he âheard the dukeâs voiceâ.â
The knightâs face became grave, âAs far as I know, there shouldnât be such a thing. Even if there was, itâs not something Duke Elmond could control. â Otherwise, we would not have left the manor alive.â
The elf nodded, âIn that case, what else can ave this sort of effect?â
âFirst, assuming that the duke was nearby. As a severely injured vampire, the possibility of him being in the market during the day, can be eliminated.â
âAgreed. Then second?â
âShellyâs hallucination. Due to being imprisoned for so long his mental state is unstable. If thatâs the case, then the cure is easier.â
âI have a feeling itâs not that simple.â
âNot just a feeling, Ellen.â The knight raised an eyebrow, âSomething Shelly said to us, there was one thing that concerns me, that was when the duke told him that âhe could regain his freedom after making 5000 gold.â â
âIn that cause⌠time wise, it would be about four years.â The elf thought, âIf the length or amount was too high, Shelly might think it was impossible and refuse to help.â
âWhat happens after four year? I donât think Duke Elmond would be such an honorable person as to uphold his end of the bargain.â
âRight, the duke would never let go of such a ready source of money.â The elf replied with certainty, âBut if he breaks his promise, Shelly wouldnât continue to obey him.â
âThat proves that he has ample confidence, that within four yearsâ time Shelly would become his puppet.â The knight said darkly, âThat canât be done just by persuasion though.â
âDrugs?â
âOr something worse.â The knight revealed his conclusion, with obvious disgust, âDemon contract. Summon a demon to possess Shelly, eroding his soul, then have the demon control his body to continue activity. â I fear that is what that blood magic circle is for.â
âEven though I donât understand this area very well, but I hear that a demon will have a lot of difficulty possessing an unwilling host, and even if it forcibly remained in the body it would not last long.â
âYes, itâs very difficult, unless the host received a serious mental blow.â The knight said.
Like the betrayal of a lover.
âAnd the reason a demon canât remain in possession, is because a normal human canât provide adequate food supply â to a demon, that would be negative emotions. But Shelly isnât a normal host, his psyche is too strong.â
The elf glanced at the sleeping siren worriedly.
âSo the duke deepened his hatred for humans, in order to feed the demon inside. Then now?â
âA year, itâs been too long. Although the demon was not successful in completely controlling Shelly, once their spirits started to meld, itâs very easy to remain in the host.â The knight sighed, âPlus, it has already learned the dukeâs tactics, starting to purposefully invoke negative emotions in the child for nourishment.â
âIs there⌠a way to exorcise it?â
âIâm sorry, Ellen, thatâs not something within my power.â The knight shook his head apologetically, âWe need a true magician.â
âBefore we find one, the demon will continue to grow?â
âThereâs no danger in the short term. At least when we are here, the demon wonât have a chance to attack.â
âBut ââ
âNo buts, donât worry.â Seeing the elfâs troubled expression, he reached his hand out to pat his head impulsively.
ââŚCain,â the elf said helplessly, âdid you mistake me for Shelly?â
The knight laughed unapologetically, âYou donât look much older than him. Hem, I know you canât determine an elfâs age by appearance, but⌠how to say this⌠most of the time itâs just so habitually that I just accidentally ââ
The elf looked at him, raising an eyebrow, âIn some situations Iâm just lacking in common sense?â
âDonât be overly harsh on yourself,â the knight replied holding back a laugh, âAt most itâs naivety, I think itâs very cute.â
âCute.â The elf repeated emotionlessly.
âYouâre not angry right? If you donât mind me asking⌠how old are you really?â
âAre you asking about 300 years ago or now?â
âEh!?â
âThere was something you were right about, I am from the Legendary Age.â The elf nodded remaining expressionless, âDue to a certain reason I slept for about 300 years. âBut before that I was 123 years old.â
âIf thereâs nothing else, Iâll excuse myself, I still have to write a report to the Queen.â
Seeing the dazed look on the knightâs face, the elf raised his hand smiling, and flicked him on the nose.\n