Lea, The Story of the Magus of the Casiopea Continent
The Long Night

 The longer I got more agitated and couldn't close my eyes. I rang out a poignant cry as the man holding the sword fell down while holding the part of his chest that was hit by the dagger. Meanwhile, a voice like the moans of people in pain, sounding faint and making me feel crazy.

   I also felt goosebumps, to the point that my whole body felt cold, when I imagined the green eyes that adorned the cold face of a corpse, which looked at me unblinkingly - at that time. I didn't realize that secretly my bones were like they were falling over a handsome face but also carrying a horrifying impression of it.

   There were two more hours I just went back and forth turning left and right, but not even the drowsiness came over. With a hardened heart, I grabbed a stick, then slipped into the back room, where there was a door leading to the storage shed in our narrow courtyard.

   Sreet ! the sound of the barn door creaked as I opened it - powerless to hold back my curiosity after all my thoughts were interrupted with the poignant groans of people like pain.

"Who's inside?" I asked out loud, deliberately awakening my nearly collapsed courage, yet still losing out with great curiosity.

Bum ! I stomped the club against the old barn wall and began to eat time.

"My answer or this club will blindly beat you in the dark" my courage increased after I heard no reply.

   When I was just about to leave the barn with a heart of relief - having thought there was nothing like strange noises in my mind, my feet accidentally stumbled over something soft yet warm.

"Aw !" my throat was loud when I fell on my stomach while the lantern I was carrying fell down with a standing position that immediately illuminated the scene at the bottom of the ground floor.

   I almost screamed loudly when I saw one pale face, with my glare looking at me while giving a code so as not to make a noise.

"Mr Shaakir El-Bacchus? 

   What are you doing in this lousy warehouse?" I asked him, unable to resist the shock.

   With a stammering voice, Shaakir El-Bacchus said,

"Please let me recover my wounds here. There is a strange aura coming out of your house, so it disguises my existence from those creatures" he said slowly.

"I-I don't understand. Can you explain what your words mean?" many confused.

"Tomorrow I'll tell you everything. Yes tomorrow when the sun has appeared.

   The damned creature can't go anywhere when the sun has revealed its face" replied Mr. Shaakir quietly.

"Now can you help me to cut this dagger?" mister Shaakir asked as he showed his blood-red chest.

   Slowly my brain began to move and I understood a little. Mr. Shaakir was the one who fought in that dead end aisle, and he hid himself from the two creatures I thought were dracula.

"Okay.please wait a moment. I'll heat up the water and clean your wounds and blow them away" I said quickly, rushing to the kitchen.

   Luckily in our kitchen, the furnace still leaves the embers and our wood supply is still plentiful. I attacked the water while repeatedly thinking out loud, what did Mr. Shaakir mean that there was a veiled aura in our house, which disguised him from scanning the dracula-like creature earlier? My mind immediately went everywhere and tried to relate one series of battle events and the words of Mr. Shaakir. 

   My daydream came to a halt as the boiling water above the furnace was heard screaming from the kettles I used to attack the water. In a hurry, I brought a bucket of hot water and a piece of cloth, which I then used to clean the wound on the captain's chest.

   After I cleaned the dagger wound, suddenly Mr. Shaakir thrust out a small bottle of alcohol and asked me to water the wound.

"A-are you sure?" ask me.

   Nibbling on the piece of cloth I was carrying, Mr. Shaakir said that I could flush the wound right now. I tried not to be amused when I saw the drink running down the gaping wound and Mr. Shakir had his face turned as white as paper.

   Next I gaped with my mouth open when I saw Mr. Shaakir sewing the wound on his chest using a special needle and thread he had provided in the small bag that always accompanied him.

   The chicken had crowed when in the end all the procession from cleaning the wound to scarring the wound so as not to bleed excessively, was now complete.

   Mr. Shaakir seems to be falling asleep, while I'm still trying to quell the shaking and my bodies feel like they're going to crumble because I've been working hard to help a man named Shaakir El-Bacchus.

   Since Mr. Shaakir had still not woken up, and according to my plan, that morning I was getting ready to go to the city market, to look for the dagger that I had long wanted.

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   I was busy picking around because of all the daggers I thought I could buy with ten copper coins, in fact the daggers used by fighters had a price well above ten copper coins.

"At least you need two silver coins, even for the worst combat dagger" said the man with a mustache with a thick muscular body around me telling me that my stash was only ten copper coins.

   With a lethargic face I walked around in circles inside the market, with the intention of just looking around without buying. Unbeknownst to me, my feet had carried me deep in the deepest part of the Scorpio City Market, which despite having many old tents and shop buildings, was mostly deserted and empty.

   Just as I was about to leave the deepest area of the Scorpio Market, suddenly one loud voice rang out my daydream.

"Having gone so deep into this forgotten passage, why don't you ask me to predict your fate?"

   It was a woman of not too old nor too young - I had trouble guessing her age. The woman had long, wavy black hair, and wore a hair covering like a bandana full of complexion.

   Large earrings adorn his ears, with stacked clothes and skirts flowers big and wide, making a brownish face and live betet it makes me horrified.

"The Wandering Fortune-Teller" my hiss tried to leave.

"I saw a black cloud covering your yellow face..

   I also saw an innate curse running around you. Don't you want to predict your future?" said the Female Forecaster of Fate.

   My legs seemed to be unable to compromise, when my heart spoke to go all the way, but my feet stepped closer to the astrologer and immediately sat down to ask to be in the open. 

Seriate.

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