
Before the explosion
The rain began to subside turning into small meaningless drizzles. The sounds of water pounding the leaves of trees were inevitable. Wind gusts flowing through the cracks of trees and shrubs felt cold piercing the skin. There are always loud forest insects clinging to the wood of the trees, as for those hiding in the area of the bushes—ah, it is troublesome! His legs are so sharp that sometimes suddenly stick to clothes, besides that the shell is very hard, not easy to kill with bare hands.
Roy hides among the woods. In his hand was a crossbow with arrows ready to be fired at any time. While down, the crossbow he pointed in the direction where the palace guards were patrolling. Some guards entered the academy's forest area outside the castle fortress, some were just walking the streets beside the fortress with full armament. Roy is not alone, he comes with 30 subordinates who are now in hiding. They were all waiting for Roy's warning.
The sound of twigs and bushes being stepped on was getting louder. Some guards in the forest area seemed to be approaching, there were 6 people in total, they walked while laughing and joking as if they did not know what would happen to them—the reality is they do not know anything. They seemed to be carrying only a sword on their backs and a lantern in their hands, none of them wearing any body armor, the suit that characterized the students of Gakuin Academy in the past. Not the slightest hint of their facial aura reflected that they were bad people, Roy could read that clearly, they were just a horde of victims, arguably the guards were good people, he said, they stood guard only because they obeyed the orders of their Master—, the traitor Mr. Rom. However, the difference in the direction of taking sides should eliminate good or bad affairs, right or wrong. The current affair is already a matter of winning or losing.
Roy's pair of eyeballs looked to his left side. Exactly a few steps from him a man with a face full of mud and a sword on his back was hiding in a state of body down in the thickets, he was one of his subordinates who became the leader in this attack.
Roy spoke to the man in sign language. "I'll give you a cue soon." Speak with very fast hand movements. His eyes stared intently full of seriousness. Even though it was dark, the speech was not difficult to understand.
The man replied with sign language. "Ready. I'm waiting for your cue."
Six guards are now sitting in a circle near a shady tree sheltering from the drizzling rain. One of them was carrying a bag of food. The fire lanterns they put in their midst, while the food box from the bag they held one by one with a cheerful look.
I heard a warm conversation from the outside.
"Well done! You cooked it?" Say one of them.
"Yes, let's just say it's my bud." The reply.
"Will me? I don't have any business." Say something else.
"You're! Just eating is hard!" Someone beside him hit his head making everyone laugh.
It was truly a state filled with warmth. Roy understands that they should not be involved, but their existence if left unchecked will be a threat in itself, including for the security and lives of his subordinates and Mr. Gen.
With a very hard heart and cold face, Roy raised his left hand into the air. Four fingers from Roy's hand made all crossbows in each corner start preparing to shoot, at least there are 12 people allow right on target compared to twice the target of only 6 people.
When they were enjoying food, Rome immediately moved her hands forward with her hands clenched. Suddenly the movement was responded by his subordinates to immediately shoot.
The sound of gunfire was heard though not as loud as the sound of wind gusts shaking the trees. Dozens of arrows flying through the air at a rapid rate were barely visible due to the dimness of the overcast sky light. While dozens of arrows rained down on them without exception, there was a right through the neck—ia had moved in pain as if she wanted to scream but could not. There is a direct penetrate the head—mulutnya even his whole body as if mute—tak can do anything else but fall helpless. Everything lay as if killed instantly. The food that came from their food box had scattered along with a splash of fresh blood. What was left there was only a lantern light that was still burning as if mourning their death.
Roy got up from a position down, slowly he walked to approach the bodies alone. Of course, although Roy looked very careful with the position ready to shoot arrows, his entire subordinates were taken aback by it. They were worried Roy would get an impromptu attack. Responding to that, the head of Roy's subordinates got up and called some other subordinates to follow him immediately, they then approached Roy who was now silent looking at the corpses up close. Seen the look of his face is very serious with a squinting look watching everything—look their bodies crushed pierced by arrows.
It is undeniable, each arrow is actually not made of wood carving but iron solids are very heavy and certainly expensive. Other than the direction of the shot could not be bothered by the wind, the iron arrow was famous for its sadism. The body can be broken as if it were broken. Body fragments can be thrown. As for the worse, the arrow can penetrate it and then make the stomach contents out as if the sand that fell through the cracks of the hole— is really creepy.
"What a pity for them." Roy said with clenched hands, "if only Mr. Rom did not betray."
"They are doomed to die now, Mr. Roy. No need to think about it anymore." A subordinate replied intending to calm Roy down.
"Fuck fate." Roy's getting pissed, "do you know what the word destiny is? Destiny is the result of something! Destiny is not something to blame, nor is it something to set! Destiny is a system of cause and effect. God does nothing in this world!"
Although from his look, Roy looks like a person who does not care about the surrounding, actually Roy is not that person. He is soft-hearted even though his face can lie. Roy's heart kept screaming as he remembered the kindness from the guards. Roy thinks God never interfered with anything that happened in the world. The system of God is perfect, no longer need a system to make a report to HIM so that it is allowed. Most people always blame something on fate as if God had done evil. Nah! Roy doesn't believe that. God has made a system that is very fair more than expected before man existed, no one intervenes except the man who lives in it and then runs the system. Life according to the system and die according to the system—that is what Roy meant. Roy does not blame fate. The death of the poor guards was because according to the world system, the arrows hit them so that they died instantly. The arrow was launched by Roy's subordinate on Roy's orders.
"Sorry sir, we don't mean to blame fate." Said one of Roy's subordinates.
Roy sighed. "Forget over. All this is natural. We don't have to think about it anymore. We just need to free Mr. Gen."—Long. Actually Roy is still thinking about it, but all the meaning is indescribable by the look of his face that always looks cold.
Another subordinate was seen whispering to the chairman of Roy's subordinate. The whisper made the look on the chief's face a little surprised.
Roy looked curious. "What's wrong? What are you guys talking about?"
"Sir Roy, we know how you feel about the deaths of these people" the chairman explained, "there have just been suggestions to collect the arrows back, including those that have been stuck, as well, would you allow it?"
The chairman smiled as he shook his head, "it doesn't seem like Master."
"In that case, there's no need for us to take it back. Take an arrow other than the one stuck in the body. Let them be like that." Roy said firmly.
"All right, sir." All his men understood.
Then they moved to pick up some arrows that were not on target. Some were stuck in the ground and some were stuck in tree trunks. Actually not only arrows that stick, arrows that have penetrated the body and stuck on the ground are not allowed to be collected. Although not many in number, but Roy's subordinates did not complain about it. Roy's attitude like that is actually very rare, this attitude is what they all call the real good of Roy. The good that hides in the cold is like a grain of gold buried in the ground. What a noble man!
Just as the collection of arrows was complete, suddenly from the direction of the castle fortress came the sound of a huge explosion, the explosion even made all the guards around the fortress shocked and then ran into the fortress. There was a big explosion there. Not knowing exactly what happened, but the only glimpse present in Roy's mind was Mr. Gen.
"What is Mr Gen?" Roy's eyes are wide open. Smoke is blacker than clouds drifting.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't think Mr. Gen could have done such a cruel thing." Said one of his subordinates.
"Then what's in—"
Suddenly there was the sound of twigs and leaves being stepped on by one's feet. All of them directed crossbows at the place where the voice came from. The voice was behind the tree trunk in front of Roy and all of them.
"Who are you?! Show yourself!!" Shouted one of Roy's subordinates as he walked over with three others. They're all ready to fire when the threat comes.
"It seems we're not enemies."
"What?!" Everyone's surprised.
Sounds like a girl's voice. It is highly unlikely that there is a girl in the Gakuin Fire region. Roy ended up very upset.
"Woy! Gakuinia Water Schoolgirl! Don't you mastermind all this?! Get out!!" Shouted Roy annoyed.
It turned out to be true, right from behind the tree came out a girl while raising both hands. Her hair was short and tied up. Her clothes are pink flower patterned kimono. His skin is white and his eyes are red. Although she looks like a normal girl, Roy will not be fooled again since there was chaos yesterday. Roy looked into the girl's eyes with a look full of oppression and vengeful flames, but the girl showed a smiling look.
"I'm Elijah. I told you, I'm not your enemy. I have the same goal as you." Say the Girl.
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