“The rain has come, but the people are leaving,” said Fabby. “Maybe we should also get going.”
“Mm,” he nodded and smiled.
Just then the innkeeper entered the hall to check how the construction was going on; however, when he noticed Edgar and Fabby standing outside, he immediately scuttled over to them. But after coming closer, he didn’t know how to start the conversation.
Edgar glanced back, only to get startled upon seeing the innkeeper’s face so close. “Whoa, you scared me.”
“I-I’m sorry. I was enjoying the rain, too,” said Saiga. He didn’t know what else to say.
“Oh, okay,” Edgar moved to the side. “You can enjoy it now.”
“U-Uh, yeah,” Saiga kept looking toward the sky a
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WHIT 64 - DINNER AND DEPARTURE
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WHIT 65 - THE HUMAN SHELL [VOL 04 - THE GRAY IN THE HEART]
The next morning after the siblings started their journey from Orseya. Edgar and Fabby traveled on a horse cart toward the north-east. Currently, they were eating breakfast at a road-side hotel together with the driver, an adult man in his late fifties. Some customers at the hotel were giving Fabby weird and funny looks as they murmured about her bald head. One of the waiters, a child, also asked if she was born bald, to which she replied saying no. The child kept asking more questions, but she didn’t answer most of them, saying he’s not worthy to know answers to such personal questions. While many men focused their attention on her, despite her bald head, she felt a bit uncomfortable. “Have you never seen a woman before?” Edgar raised his voice at them, making them
WHIT 66 - THINK TO TURN
Fabby noticed that there were at least forty jars in the back of the cart. She could smell ale from them. “Where are we carrying all this ale?” “Ah, Mr. Saiga told me to sell this ale along the way,” replied the driver, his eyes on the road. “Can you sell all this in just a couple of days?” There should be at least a couple hundred hundred liters in there, she thought. “The owner of the hotel we stopped by an hour back asked me to sell all of them, but because we didn’t agree with the price, I didn’t sell.” “Oh,” she was pleasantly surprised, “it seems that ale is in rich demand.” “Yes. After the beast tide, the rivers become dirty for a while, and the adults don’t drink milk, so…”
WHIT 67 - DELUSIVE PRACTICES
“If you don’t want to get cut into pieces, then give us all your valuables,” the head of the bandits, a six-and-half foot tall man, was smiling confidently as Edgar approached. Edgar put the ale case down and said, “There’s ale inside. This is all I can give.” “A few jars of ale won’t even last a night for us. Give us money. And of course, any and all valuables that you got.” “I can’t,” Edgar was blunt. “If you don’t like it, then let’s fight.” “Huh?” the bandits were surprised by his straightforwardness that came across as being more reckless. Why is this brat not afraid of the weapons they were wielding? Surely, he wasn’t thinking that these weapons were just for show, or was he? “Don’t get my brother wrong, rowdy brot
WHIT 68 - THE GREAT GATE
“We’ve arrived,” at dawn, the driver’s voice reached Edgar’s ears.He woke Fabby up. The side of her forehead was injured, so it was covered with bandages.Both of them got down at what seemed like in the middle of a long arching road. On the right side of it was forest, but on the left side was what seemed like a mountain with an opening like that of a cave.“Is this the way?” Edgar asked to confirm.“Yes, sir,” the driver replied. His whole face was swollen from the beating he had received from Edgar. After the bullet barely missed Fabby, seeing her fall down, Edgar rampaged and thrashed the three bandits, especially the driver. If the driver hadn’t said that the bullet missed and his sister was still alive, h
WHIT 69 - ENTRANCE EXAM
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WHIT 70 - TOO HARD
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WHIT 71 - FOLLOW
Hundreds queued in front of a house, and one was entering into the house after another. The third round was taking place inside. “I wonder what’s happening in there,” Edgar tried to peek through whenever the curtains parted, but he couldn’t see much. “Don’t think too much,” Fabby reminded him. “Even if we fail in the third round, we’ll still become foot disciples it seems.” “I don’t know what the difference between a foot disciple or an outer disciple is, but clearly the latter is better than the former, so of course, I don’t want to spoil this opportunity.” Fabby didn’t say anything. (After the second round, his confidence has taken a dent. I guess I’ll just let him be.) S