Death Games

Death Games
Pressure of two young men


Everything was done eating with the sumptuous dishes served in the black house. As a leader, Izakiel really presents a satisfaction that fills the stomach of his guests.


In fact, the reason for doing that is to keep an eye on everything. It is better to pay close attention to them, so that he knows what the newcomer might do in Lagarise, the city under his leadership.


“Your proposal is interesting,” that's the first sentence she said when she met Reve on the balcony.


It was seen that the young man was staring at the curves of the City bathed in small snow in view. He chose to ignore the leader next to him.


“Reve Nel Keres's. 17 Years old. Height 180 cm and blackish blue hair, moles under the left eye and earrings there. Second grader at MUAN High School and son of Agnito's family. The family who became one of the donors in the Association yes. Ah, and a rare assandia (fighter) who becomes a fugitive of the higher-ups with his friends.”


That explanation, only to make Reve turn to him. Paying attention to it fixedly without throwing away his flat expression.


“Tdon't have to look at me that way. The human higher-ups in this world, report yourself to the Association for information. Well, since I am also a human and a leader here, it is only natural that I also obtained it.”


Reve was still silently staring at him.


“In your opinion, if I spread the fact of fugitives like you guys hanging around with empusa top brass, what will happen?”


“You will die.” Three words, thrown with a relaxed rhythm but can not be considered joking.


Izakiel smiles. “Then, can you tell me what your real destination is as the price of shut up?”


Reve tilted his face. “Nothing in your luck.”


“Wrong. Your existence here is an advantage for me.”


“How can a human like you be a leader here?”


Izakiel laughed softly. “Please don't switch talks, Nak.”


“I'm curious.”


“Then, I also wonder what your fate would be if I spread this.”


“And your life was over,” timpal Aza Ergo suddenly with a smile like her. “Wah, wah ... what the hell is this? Ask me to talk too,” looks like a disappointed little boy.


“Lord Aza. It's an honor to meet such a great leader like yourself. Sorry because I'm late to say hello,” Izakiel said politely.


Reve also put on a sneering expression due to the change in attitude of the Lagarise city leader before him.


“Oh, no need to be that formal. Anyway I've destroyed your suburbs.”


“Yes. I'll take that as a welcome form from you.”


“Thank you for the understanding,” Aza Ergo looks happy to talk to him.


“Then as a welcome from me, may I know why a respectable person like you wanders around with a fugitive?”


Aza Ergo also glanced at Reve at a glance. Then spread the view casually. “Hm .. It seems Ivailo Stoyan is trying very hard yes to get rid of the garbage from his people,” then he chuckles slowly.


“True. Because that is the duty of the higher-ups of the human race.”


“Then?” Aza tilted her head. “What is your duty as the leader of one of these cities of Gods?”


Aza's question Izakiel did not answer. Time passed quietly for a few moments with each of them looking at each other. I don't know what's on each other's minds, but the Lagarise leader seems to be investigating something from the face of the empusa's superior.


“If I answer, would you replace me here?”


Hearing that, Aza opened her mouth like a big smile. Reve and Izakiel, made to stare silently at the expression of the higher-ups that felt unusual. Strange and implying something, so Near the snake shakes and chooses to hide behind the clothes of its owner.


“Why do you express like that?” Izakiel asked.


But, Aza Ergo was laughing. It was loud enough that some who could hear him turned to the balcony above them.


“What are those people doing there?” caprio asked Izanami. In fact, some others are at the bottom. They were busy paying attention to the strange bed of plants in the courtyard of the black house.


But Horusca, staring unblinkingly at the laughing senior. Until Toz's voice shifted his gaze.


“Honestly because I just became a guider, I was kind of surprised to see it. Mr. Aza and Reve, it turned out to be very terrible original.”


“Toz, what do you mean?” riz asked confusedly.


“There's an unusual of them Riz. When I first woke up, I felt like Mr. Aza was covered in something. Same with Reve. Although it looks relaxed, but their pressure sometimes seems like they want to stab me suddenly. And now, Mr. Aza is like a god I saw that night. The sensation is so similar, to the point that I feel that it is possible that I will die if I continue to be near him.”


Riz and Horusca fell silent.


“If Mr Aza is so, then what about Reve? You said he also has the same pressure.”


Incomprehensibly. Riz, who is only a beginner guider, cannot clearly interpret the meaning of his friend's words. He saw the figures standing on the balcony, young and two of them were part of his travel group.


Reve and Aza.


Fugitives and high-ranking.


But, one thing is certain. They are great and talented, and both have two different hair colors.


Suddenly, Riz gasped for it.


“Horusca!” call him. The plant controller then turned to him. Riz stared fixedly at the red-haired figure before him. “You're a native of this world right?”


That Elftraz (healer) only nodded at a glance.


“Then, is there a certain myth about people who have more than one hair color? Or is it a reason why they can be born with a different hair color?”


And finally, an unexpected look was found by Riz and Toz of Horusca Aste. Surprised, that was what the flat-looking young man before him showed. The figure of the elftraz (healer), finally chose to turn his eyes up to look at those who were either discussing what.


“In my opinion, we better trust each other without having to tease each other. Because after all, there are things that we should not know even if it is right in front of the eyes.” 


After saying so, Horusca left them. Riz and Toz were both silent, pervading the intent of his comrades-in-arms.


“What does that mean we shouldn't be too curious?”


Riz glanced at Toz who looked rather disappointed. “Entahlah. But, maybe we also do not have to rush to find his year. Because after all, Mr. Aza and Reve are still our friends and colleagues,” himself and then smile.


“Yes, you are right. We should have believed it,” agreed Toz finally.


And in a different place, where there were only two people left there, there were rare assandia (fighters) and merlindia (witches) magma figures. There was no longer the appearance of Izakiel who had been with them.


“Why do you say that? Wouldn't that hurt you later?” ask Reve suddenly.


Aza Ergo just smiled faintly. “Better I say that, than I reveal the key to the monster that you are aiming for. No one can know that except us.”


“And Izanami knows it.”


“Because he's one of the keys.”


“But, for my purposes you expose the disgrace of your own people.”


Aza Ergo laughed softly. “What is this? Are you probably worried about me?”


“No. I'm worried about myself. Because if you have a problem, it will automatically affect me later.”


“Oh, you broke my heart, friend,” his tone seemed insinuating.


“It looks like I would go crazy if I kept hanging out with you,” Reve smiled obliquely.


“Yes. And maybe you'll go crazy if you know my purpose after this.”


Reve's face changed. “What do you mean?”


“Again that, is a message from the hydra leader.”


The expression of the blackish-blue haired youth instantly turned lazy knowing a figure he did not like so much appeared there. Even the sound of the wind-like cry came to approve of his mood.


“You what is he? Don't tell me he'll interfere with our cooperation.”


“Yes. He will indeed interrupt our time.”


“You make it sound disgusting.”


Aza smiled faintly. “I have to go to the temple of Dewa Susanoo.”


“For what?” the young man's face was confused to hear it.


“Entahlah. Looks like my people want to party there. Of course as a young man who reigns, I have to come to mess it up,” and even a thin grin printed perfectly on the face of the higher-ups who are not clear how his mind goes.