Death Games
Aza Ergo's scam

“I-mom?” shock Revtel. “Mother! What happened to you?” panicked while crying tears. She was completely shocked to see that the woman's hair was no longer shaped by her beauty.

The long crown had become short and messy. But, only the smile that her mother inscribed while hugging her son.

“So, how's your training?”

“Mother! Please don't ignore my question!”

But the woman with teary eyes can only lean her head on her son's shoulder.

“Mother please, please don't ask anything. For the sake of kindness we act as if nothing happened.”

Revtel who heard that also gasped. His chest rumbled and was tight but his mother's touch tried to calm him.

He could only cry in a state of guessing the condition of his mother.

However, a different face was described by Kers. The beautiful woman who always welcomed his arrival with a smile looked pitiful.

The bruises on his charming face as well as the broken right hand hit his son's consciousness.

Without tears, Kers held the face of the figure in front of him.

“Mother? What happened to Mom?”

“Mother fell while cleaning the back garden, so yes as you see now,” chuckles while gently stroking her son's cheek.

But the look on the face of the son alone will never be okay. “Mother lied?”

“Where might mom lie? Mom fell, honey. Sloppy mother,” accompanied by a soft laugh at the end of the word.

“Then why not treated? Our nation has elftraz (healers) right?”

The woman also gasped. Slowly, his meek look turned calm. Swabs of the head of the child, “Nak, not all wounds can be treated. There are wounds that we must leave to see. As a sign, if one day we should not forget what kind of pain we have suffered so that we can get it.”

Kers. Trying to catch her mother's words. Until finally the unexpected sentence he just threw.

“I've tested to be a guider, Bu.”

“Really?” reply semringah. But, for some reason the gloomy face that was depicted in the look of his son. “But why are you so sad? Was the test difficult? Did that weird crab say something?”

Kers shook his head. “I didn't meet the crabs, Mother. I met a ruined-looking man and two dogs with him.”

The woman flinched. “So, then how's the test result?”

“She cried.”

Kers' mother was increasingly curious and confused about the flow of her son. “You mean?”

“He said something strange to me. Say about Hidea and stone table or whatever about the agreement.” Instantly the interlocutor of the child was wide-eyed made. “And he also called me the Noblest, Mother. Why does that guy call me that?”

His mother's body shook violently hearing his son's screams. His breathing was starting to become irregular now.

“Have I ever lost my memory, Mother? Faint strange shadows began to haunt me. As he said, those thirteen seats, thrones, and familiar voices often bothered my mind. What happened to me, Mom? It feels crowded and unpleasant. I feel my body is not mine,” his tone sounds frustrated even though he is young.

By biting the lower lip, the woman in front of the eyes finally embraced her son and brought their forehead together.

“No matter what happens, you are still Mom's son. The child is a mother and always will be. No need to think about it too much, because it was all just a dream. Believe me, son it was all a dream.”

And without feeling any tears dripping down the cheek. As a sign of the feeling that the biological mother of Hydragel Kers is crying for herself.

For the corner of the heart says, hoping in prayer that his son who has a great secret will never know what he is.

Because she and her husband had tried hard to seal the strange figure of Kers so that the head of the family must die.

They love their children even though he is a dangerous and extraordinary figure for the world of Guide.

That was all the young mother could do for Kers so that her son would no longer bring up the story just now in their future.

But the world is not that good for those who are destined to be his patients.

Thertera Aszeria, must shed tears due to pain in the body because the pain that never healed torment him.

Even as soon as his feet touched the house of the Elder who had raised him to be a grandson, again a blow was struck by the figure of the man's son.

Feeling envious and angry because Thertera can be realized first in the ability test so that the employer becomes a joke of friends.

The boy was taken by the elder's son as his servant and bodyguard in Hadesia.

But, it was as if his figure had forgotten that his tormented father's adopted grandson had already become a guider before even setting foot on the training ground.

Due to the fear that felt that his actions later could have backfired for his biological parents.

He was tortured even though he was able to break the pain in his life. Sometimes the ability can not guarantee the good for the surrounding.

Aza. When his figure was called Mr. August to face him. Although the little boy had figured out what the reason was but did not fear tertoreh in the face.

His plain look always adorned his face so that the master teacher started to squint at him.

“How was your test?”

“Outstanding.”

“I heard before becoming a student here you are a protege of Betsheba Voskha.”

“True, Guru.”

“So who are your parents? And what are your abilities? Because I have to make sure that to improve the training in you.”

It took a while for Aza to answer. The look on his face did not change, even if a strange sensation began to envelop his heart.

“My father's name is Maxim. And my mother Olan. They're traders in Lagarise land. I am a merlindia (witch) with red thread ability.”

“Red yarn?”

“True, Guru.”

“Then can show me?”

Aza smiled and raised her right hand. Slowly but surely, something came out of his palm. Moves like a hot worm in there.

“This is your ability?”

“True.”

“What can you do with it?”

“I can cut anything even if not completely successful.”

Now, August Belmera shut his mouth. Like thinking of something after I finished listening to Aza's words.

Slowly touched the red thread in his student's hand, so that it disappeared suddenly.

“Ah, I'm sorry,” Aza flicked her hands as if trying to bring out her abilities. “Because I'm still a beginner it seems like I'm having trouble maintaining its shape.”

“Tak problems. But—” the deceitful magma controller tilted his face. “Have you ever seen merlindia or scodeaz with unusual capabilities?”

“Unusual capabilities?” confused Aza.

“Yes, such as burning or melting. Because someone had destroyed one of the training grounds with such an ability. So, have you seen it?”

Aza also shook her head. “I've never seen it. But if I'm not wrong, there's a man with the ability of hot air.”  

“Really? Who?”

“I don't know who he is, but just entering this place, I met him at the entrance area. He wore a merchant-like mask and also melted the leaves as he pleased. I thought, he might just be a master teacher in Hadesia.”

August gasped at the statement of the child in front of him.

“So? Alright. Thanks for the information Azkandia. Now, you can go back to the dormitory.”

“Good.”

After Aza Ergo, August Belmera was visited by Jascuer Alcendia. It seems that they are beginning to discuss who the murderer of Helgida and also the real Romario was.

But in the empusa land, an unexpected letter had come to its leader. Bragi Elgo read it. Remembering the message in it, informing him that the son of his nephew was now in Hadesia.

Who else is the sending figure if not Betsheba Voskha. No matter what request he made to the boy, his figure still worried Aza.

After all, the magma handler was a descendant of the empusa traitor. Where the dark story of Maximus is buried so that no one realizes it.

“I thought, I should indeed meet him,” muttered the old man who became the leader in the land of the half-God nation.