Avicenna Est Panacea
Episode 27's

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“Serious?!” Viscount Rovana looked at Valerin Grayii in annoyance “You are so weird today, why are you Valerin?” Viscount Rovana said out loud.

“Master..”.

“Lady...”

Valerin Grayii sighed with a long “Friday go without saying goodbye, then he sent a message via telepathy he said Quickly go from Dust Bones, Crave Rose will attack Dust Bones.” Valerin told Viscount Rovana “You can't believe it, right? I've been almost crazy thinking about this all day, sorry for my troublesome attitude William.” Valerin Grayii sits on a sofa inside the restaurant they are currently staying at.

Panacea and Cerise who looked at each other could only stand waiting for her master.

“Frederitch it..” Viscount Rovana plays the end of the cup containing hot coffee steeping “Tak siding Dustbones and also CraveRose. In academia, he was like that. Obviously if he's worried about your safety, I trust your words Valerin.”

“Again..” Valerin leaned his body on a sofa in this cafe, sighing umpteenth time “I can not follow there. DustBones will ban Crave Rose instead.”

“Can if you get help from the border or mission to the border.”

Valerin Grayii chuckles “After knowing they bought slaves? I don't think the lord of the border is as friendly as I thought.” His laughter was so bland, Valerin Grayii had a lot of problems in his mind and mind.

“Indeed..” Viscount Rovana vertical coffee “At least you can reach Frederitch.”

Valerin Grayii with his pair of violet irises looked at Viscount Rovana sitting opposite him “Who is Lady Rhea Bethan?” Valerin Grayii's facial features were serious, sharp and squinting both eyes.

Viscount Rovana shuddered “I heard so..” He scratched his itchy cheeks occasionally glancing at Panacea Eerie who was standing next to him “Panacea Eerie, did your –tuan not know about this?” He whispered a little.

“No, Viscount Rovana Eerie Panacea let out a small breath.

“Begini Val, Frederitch was a third prince in the kingdom of Crave Rose. You know for yourself, don't you? Tradition, marriage and the throne. He's tied to all that, this Frederitch has long been a different vampire.”.

“Different?” Valerin Grayii is interested in Viscount Rovana.

The man with the title Viscount nodded “True, he and Earl Grayii were true companions. Often side by side together for their beliefs. Frederitch is interested in human life and Valerin is interested in the world of vampires is not only that, the whole magical thing he likes it.” Viscount Rovana grabbed a cup filled with a clear black liquid that steamed warm “Valerin Grayii which I knew was a genius that attracted the attention of the two great empires in this world. At the same time two races are hostile to each other, after three years ago the inauguration of Alphonse coincided with the inauguration of the latest king Crave Rose along with Valerin Grayii and the prince Frederitch who disappeared.” Viscount Rovana stared at the beautiful face of Valerin Grayii who stared in disbelief “Why is Frederitch so easy to roam around Dust Bones? Since Valerin Grayii was dear to the previous Queen, you're one of the ones immune to the law in Dust Bones. I think both Queen Alexandria and Alphonse share an interest in you, your brother and yourself.” Viscount Rovana said at length.

“Oh, that Lady Bethan. He's been betrothed since childhood to Frederitch. Not wrong, when they reach adulthood they must get married immediately. But lucky, as long as Princess Primavera is not married. The marriage of Frederitch and Lady Bethan itself could not take place.” Viscount Rovana smiled faintly seeing the reaction of a Valerin Grayii “Your face is indeed the same as Valerin Grayii, you have not said your real name Val—“ Viscount Rovana was aghast, widening both eyes.

“Good day, excuse me.” Valerin Grayii stood up. No look of a friendly face anymore from a Valerin Grayii, nor a sweet and beautiful smile “Thank you for the information.” That's how Valerin Grayii is, without expression. He quickly changed his face. It is difficult to guess and act unexpectedly.

Viscount Rovana instantly grabbed Valerin Grayii's wrist “Wait, you haven't answered my question?” Viscount Rovana was reckless, not caring about Valerin Grayii's abandonment.

“What are you asking the obvious?! I'm Valerin Grayii, Earl of Grayii of Hortensenburg.” Ah, that pair of violet irises pierced sharply. Smirked thinly like a little devil who found his adoration. Valerin Grayii pull rough collar coat Viscount Rovana “You... lucky I consider friend.” Threatening Valerin Grayii whispered into Viscount Rovana's earlobe with her softness.

Viscount Rovana should have been careful with Valerin Grayii not because of the elite vampires that continued with him, a girl with high black magic as her female servant or a female robot who has power far from normal. Valerin Grayii himself.

“See you later.” With a smile, Valerin Grayii released his grip on the collar of Viscount Rovana's clothes.

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Revenge, maybe that's what brought him here. His great love for an older brother, Valerin Grayii already knew for whom this vengeance was over. In a dark sky with the goddess of the night shining brightly. The room with a dim candle lighting, occasionally moving faint because of the wind that blows through the open window of the room.

A little girl sat in front of a canvas. His pair of little hands danced swiftly, painting all the silhouettes of that canvas.

“...I should have known.” Little murmur from those red rancid lips “At times I will also use you, how cruel I am.” Valerin Grayii with plain white nightgown unfortunately already full of color paint stains in part of his nightgown “You. mine.” Valerin Grayii's flat roar stared at the painting from the canvas he had painted hours ago.

Short black mane like male models, also smooth motion when the wind again blows slowly “It's been a week huh?” Valerin Grayii with both hands full of paint hugged himself blankly, feeling longed for someone.

Valerin Grayii had been like that for the past seven days, he had only kept quiet in the manor by busying himself painting whatever he wanted. His workspace is already full of canvas-canvas scattered “I'm tired..” Valerin Grayii touched the picture. A painting of a golden-looking man sleeping with a red rose in his hand. Valerin Grayii looked at him with a glare, remembering him wistfully while his hand covered in various colors of paint touched the portrait of the painting. Caressing painting without the model so gently “Back... Should I pick you up? I called your name, Frederitch..” Like stroking a living object, Valerin Grayii kissed the painting.

Degs... Degs...

Valerin's eyes struck, as if hearing the heartbeat of someone who also called his name “Frederitch?” Valerin looked at the void of this room.

“Young master?” Panacea was forced to open the door to Valerin Grayii's office with a spare key, he was worried about the condition of the young master who did not go out of the room.

“Young master, you okay?” Panacea approaching the small body, he touched the narrow shoulder of Valerin Grayii.

“As a link from Prince Frederitch, you can feel it but do not torture yourself young master.” Panacea is pitying.

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