“I am doing fine, Grandpa. Sorry for not calling you soon” Talking to his grandfather through phone calls, no matter how much Clark wanted to go and meet him, he knew that it was not possible. The situation is not safe and he is still not certain about the fact that he is harm-free to meet his grandfather. [When will you be back?] “I will visit soon. Did you get bored hanging out with Shanx and the others?” Laughing as he makes a joke, even the old man Holmet laughs at what his grandson has said. But soon a silence part between the lines before Holmet decided to break it. [Clark, I am not sure what you are doing right there. But Clark, be safe… you hear me?] ‘As always, my grandfather is quick to catch up about the situation’ “Yes, Grandpa. I will. Please worry not” [Ha, no matter how much you ask me not to, I will still worry] “I will be safe. Rest assured” [You don’t know what may happen in life, Clark. Always be cautious. Come give me a visit when you finish what you are d
The ride was silent but it was something that Clark wished to have. But the silence was soon disturbed when he heard his name being called. “Clark” Anton then started “Yes? Uncle?” “I heard what happened. To Ashton and Miguel. Thank you for helping them back then” Not knowing what he was pertaining to, Clark thought that maybe it was when he was dragged by Miguel to perform a ‘Harana’ in the house of Laurent’s. “I did not help much, Uncle” “Still, I am thankful for what you did. Thanks to you, my sons seem to be doing much better” There was a small smile on his lips. Somehow, Clark could not help but wonder if all of the Montediore have such fathers as his Uncle Anton and Uncle Julius. ‘But maybe my father is an exemption’ Arriving at the mansion, Clark headed inside as he once again bid farewell to his Uncle Anton. But even if they just sat for a small while, there was something he confirmed. “Thank you for the ride, Uncle. Have a good evening” ‘He smells like a gunpowder’
“Criss?” Peeking at the room where most of the servants would be, he couldn’t find Criss at all. “Young master, what can we do for you?” It was a man, slightly older than his father judging by his appearance. ‘Who might he be? I never seen him…’ “Ah, forgive my rudeness. I am Pranz. The head and sole chef of this kitchen” “It is nice to meet you, Pranz. So you are the one making our food. You have my thanks” Slightly smiling, somehow, Pranz could not help but see the image of the master he was serving right in front of him. ‘It was my first time seeing the young master but… indeed, no one can deny he is the son of Master Henry’ Smiling in return, a new person came inside the room using the door connected to the other side. “Pranz, I ran out of- Ah! Young master!” Greeting Clark the moment he entered the room, Clark could not help but once again wonder. ‘Do I know him?’ “I am Trimo. Young master” “He is the one responsible for baking, young master” Nodding his head, Clark
“Ashton, good morning” Clark greeted him with a bright smile. But on the contrary, Ashton’s face was filled with confusion. “I thought you were killing each other…” With his hand covering his face, Ashton let out a deep sigh. “Thank goodness that wasn’t the case” “Why are you here anyway? Ashton?” “Now that you mentioned… I came here thinking I could talk with you” Looking at Criss. It was enough for the man to excuse himself. Touching the ear that gained a small tint cut, he could not help but feel a bit ashamed. ‘To think I would be hurt like this…’ Looking at the wooden sword that he was holding, ‘We are not using a real sword… and yet...’ He was aware that Clark was no simple person but he never expected him to be this great. Add on that, Criss knew that something was off. ‘I did have a chance to have a small spar with him… but why do I feel like he is much more stronger than the last time I met him? Young master… where did you go exactly?’ But with his worries, the youn
He was taken aback by what he encountered. Clark never once thought he could meet someone he wished to see in a place like this. A sudden warmth then lingers in the corner of his eyes. All that he could think of was the memories he had with Linsha and Ganner. ‘Hurry up and climb you idiot!!’ ‘Hold tight Clark!!’ ‘Thank god that fuckin monster is gone’ ‘Hey, are you all right? Don’t tell me you pee on your pants!’ ‘Sup, heard you collapsed. Are you fine now?’ ‘Ganner is such a bummer, I hate him’ ‘I really don’t understand Linsha. You get me Clark, right?’ ‘You can’t! Linsha! Get back!’ ‘But Ganner needs me!’ ‘But the tides are turning worst!’ ‘The more reason why! You stay here and make sure the vehicle is safe! I will be back! Even after all those years, he still blames himself for not being able to help Linsha and Ganner. That the only thing he could do back then was wait for them as someone needs to operate the vehicle or it would be blown by the water and wind too. “I
“Clark says so? How did he learn that?” Talking on his phone, Jann was in the base just like the usual days. But even if he had time to sleep as he could just ask to leave the base of the West 11 gang, he could not have the will to do so. The heavy bags underneath his eyes are clearly visible. [Yeah, he told me he saw some South 15 gang members in the Matrix. You know, that club in the heart of Volmar] “In the Matrix? And what are they doing there?” They know full well that the Volmar does not have any gangs lurking in there for it was a free place. The usual spots where most gangs from all over the whole Bamuer would have such meetings. Treaty, as a matter of fact. Scratching his head as he is already annoyed by the situation of the gang and yet he finds another thing he should worry about, Jann could not help but let out a sigh. [They seem to be having much backup than what we thought] “Those bastards…” He was well aware that ever since long long ago, there is already a tensi
“Clark, you are back”Smiling as he had a chuckle on his lips, day by day, Clark can see how stronger his grandfather became. The hospital is doing its best in providing what Holmet needs.“Shall I take my leave then?”Joking around, Oren giggled as he cut some kiwi on the side.“You got something to do?”“Not much, I am just kidding. Of course I won’t leave grandpa. That is why you should also hire me when grandpa opens his own shop. Okay?”Chuckling, the old man bit another kiwi that Oren prepared.“Of course, if not you then who?”A big grin escapes Oren’s lips.“Grandpa, you are the best!”Slightly shaking his head, Clark finds it wonderful how he could see his grandfather smiling like that.‘To think that such thing is possible…’Things are going in the way he wished it to be. The dungeon is not getting worst. Thanks to him constantly heading inside to kill some monsters. A win win situation since he also wished to level up quickly.His uncle who doesn’t seem to show any more int
“Why are you here?”Talking with his father, it’s been days since they last talk with each other. That is why for Henry, he was aware that Clark just need something from him.“I finished reading all the books in the library”Henry stopped in what he was typing but soon gain back his composure.‘He finished it already? Since when did he…’“I was wondering if you have other books for me to read. Books created by my grandmother”Tapping his finger on the table, Henry was curious why Clark wished to read more books that his grandmother had written. But Henry did not ask any further since it would also be useful for Clark to know more about Mharijane.“All books gathered are placed in that library. Are you sure you finished reading all of it? Even the hidden corridors?”Looking at Clark, he pushed a piece of paper that he ripped in a book file just beside him.“This is…”“The map of the library. There is more than what it seems. Come back if you need anything else”With the map on his hand