“Loris Federico is the city hero…?” Remuel just arrived at the academy for training. First stop was, always, the Principal’s Office. The 55-year-old woman had a lot of experience and knowledge. She was even one included in the Top 20 Gunsmiths of the World, holding a special record of producing 11 enchanted firearms during her entire life. Remuel had a lot of respect for her and thus, she always made sure to show them whenever she came to the Academy.But when she entered the Principal’s office and she started to reveal information about the recent case in Famu City, Remuel’s initial purpose halted. The plans she had in mind vanished and her body froze.“They want us to take in that young man since apparently, he still hasn’t been listed to any school yet,” the Morne Gunner’s Academy’s Principal, Amy Hamilton, said, her face unreadable.Remuel stood like a statue. She slowly let the information sink into her system. Apparently, they were saying that Loris Federico was the same perso
When Arturo heard what happened to Loris, she immediately left everything and went to see him. Outside Loris’s room, his father was speaking to a doctor. The doctor gave Gustav a paper and left.Arturo rushed to ask, “Sir Gustav, is Loris inside? How is he?”The worry on her face could no longer hide her real feelings. In truth, everybody in the clan was aware of it except for Loris himself.“He’s recovering,” Gustav emitted a long sigh. “He protected Azmien at the last minute.”Arturo could tell Gustav was both pleased and displeased when he was saying that. She understood him completely. What kind of father would feel complete joy when their son almost got burned in a volcano? They could not understand what brought Loris to do such a dangerous quest. Didn’t he say he still needed to heal his hands?Because Loris had to rest, Arturo decided to come back the next day.Meanwhile, the room was actually quieter than the night but the person lying down on the bed was fully awake.Loris w
The two words seemed to echo in the living room. Everyone was stunned and unable to speak.Arturo was the first to recover, her eyebrows twitching while staring at Remuel Rodel and Loris.Meanwhile, Loris felt offended. He wasn’t surprised and just straightforwardly told her, “No.”It was as though the room level turned 20 degrees lower. Still, Remuel Rodel continued to wear a fairly unimpressed but not surprised expression. “Which of the two—”“Both of them,” Loris cut her off. “I refuse to study in your academy and I’m not going to marry you.”The declaration sounded louder than the announcement of the commentator in a duel. It felt like a ticking time explosive could be heard from a distance.Arturo felt a wave of relief at Loris’s response while the rest continued to feel more shocked and confused while looking at the two people. Nobody expected the sudden exchange of words, much less how easily Loris reject a talented beauty like Remuel Rodel.Some servants couldn’t contain thei
“Stop!”Cahlan’s voice came like a thundering sound.Jordan immediately stopped but he continued to glare at Loris. “He has been disrespecting our clan, father! Let me punish him!”Loris’s eyes narrowed. How was this being punished when he hadn’t done anything wrong? The likes of Jordan suddenly reminded him of someone he met at Mountain Tenu. Those two were really too alike and always had a lot to say.Cahlan glanced at the people in the garden. If the guard from the elders’ pavilion house didn’t tell him everything that transpired, he wouldn’t even believe it. To avoid any mistake, he had to see it for himself. But when he arrived at Gustav’s house, he was beyond stunned.His son, Jordan, was attacking Loris!As the new clan patriarch, all eyes were on him. If he allowed this mess to get out, he surely would lose face!“Enough, Jordan,” Cahlan reprimanded. “Head back home and we will talk.”“But, Father! Didn’t you hear what Loris did?!” Jordan complained, still glaring at Loris and
There was a small lake in the territory of the Federico Clan. Rumors say that whoever use it to practice their shooting talent, that person would be cursed forever. When Loris heard this rumor, he immediately packed his bag and went straight to the lake.He lay out his bag containing three different firearms and took one out.Azmien nervously looked around, “Can we really train here? What if that rumor turns out to be true?”Loris took a handgun first. He took a deep breath and started to lift it, pointing it in different directions. Because it was unloaded, he was able to carry it well. Now, he must test it with a bullet inside.“It’s okay to leave,” Loris said after placing the handgun down and taking the board after.In reality, such rumors were made to stop the Federico Clan members from damaging the beautiful lake. There had been incidents in the past where this lake was used by a military Federico member in his training. Although it wasn’t his own memory but the original Loris F
“Target missed!” Loris Federico stood within the town hall amidst the crowd, his body frozen, face drained of color. The people who came to watch erupted into laughter, their mocking whispers reaching every corner of the hall. “It’s him again.” “I already expected he would miss the target.” “What a waste of time.” “Truly a disgrace to the Federico family…” Blind to the humiliation Loris felt, the announcer brutally continued, “Shooting score - E level. Magic power 56%.” The same crowd then became divided, some shutting up and some continuing to judge Loris by the side with mocking gazes. In reality, this kind of magic power was particularly excellent, even exceeding the majority of the people in his family. However, his shooting score wasn’t just tragic – it was pure garbage and humiliating! Loris himself felt incredibly upset. Listening to the crowd’s judging commentaries, he clenched his hands and glanced down at his hands. He had questioned it again and again – how did h
Three years ago, Loris was hailed as the genius in the Federico Clan. He made everyone proud, especially his father, Gustavo Federico, the clan’s leader. Everyone respected the clan and praised Gustavo for having a genius son. In short, he became everyone’s favorite, always the talk of the town in a positive light. However, due to an accident, all of that vanished. Now, he was branded by the town as the disabled son, the pitiful boy taken away from the light and pushed to some random dark corner. Loris lay down on the bed in his room, surrounded by papers scattered everywhere. On each page, messy handwriting could be seen with one word particularly written in bold, shaky letters: useless. He had scribbled it earlier out of anger after reading those medical books for treating hand diseases, all of which proved to be useless – just like him. Cursing under his breath, he picked up a book and threw it to the wall. But even that made him wince, his hand ended up trembling at the small
Loris was in his room, seated on a chair and staring at the basin containing the potion in front of him. He took a deep breath and carefully placed both of his hands down the liquid. He winced, sensing the familiar aching in his hands. He had been doing it for the past hours ever since he received the instruction from the doctor his father brought. According to the doctor, he had to do this to soak his hands in this potion for at least half an hour. Even if it became painful along the way, he had to endure it if he wanted to be cured. Loris’s eyebrows twitched as he clenched his teeth. Each time his skin touched the liquid, it would send an incredible cooling sensation to his hands but it also brought immense pain with it. If he hadn’t been able to feel that the magic power in the potion was indeed decreasing, he would have doubted whether his father had been deceived again. “Could it be effective this time?” he wondered while staring at his hands submerged in the potion-filled wa