Poison Eve
Chapters-42

Evelyn stared wryly at Nazareth's seat opposite her seat in the horse-drawn carriage while on her way to the city of Angelos.

That place is now occupied by Xenephon.

Once again, Evelyn's heart seemed to be sliced. It would have been different if he had never kissed me, his mind bitter. A sweat rolling on his temples due to hot weather.

The sun was scorching out there, stinging the roof of the train and scattering the heat beneath.

"Listen, Eve!" Xenephon finally started the conversation after hours of waiting and hope and the man never spoke, even as they ate together on the second floor of the dormitory cafeteria. "First of all, I'm sorry that I'm going to say it now. You know, our conversation can't be heard by just anyone."

Evelyn remained unmoved. Why does it feel so hot? thought. Is it just my feelings? But this train never felt this hot when I went with Nazareth.

"You know his other self" Xenephon added in a low murmur, barely whispering.

Evelyn blinked and dared herself to look into Xenephon's eyes, trying to find the truth within.

"There's so much to do, Eve!" Xenephon tried to make Evelyn understand. He could see the emptiness in the girl through the gaze of his eyes that kept looking but never found. "The responsibility is very much."

Evelyn fell back.

"But as long as he's gone, I hope you can keep growing" Xenephon said.

"What about the third stage?" ask Evelyn hoarse.

"I will guide you according to the instructions of the book," said Xenephon while proffering a book that had been published by Nazareth. "You hold one, and I hold one. That way, Nazareth remains your teacher."

Evelyn blinked with a sad look.

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Meanwhile…

"At the very least, give me a little time to say a word or two…"

"A goodbye words will only make it harder for you to leave, Earth!" Mikhail cut off Nazareth's words without turning his head, while his hands controlled the four horses pulling their chariots. "He knows the other you, he'll understand!"

"But…"

"I don't want to hear the word but!" sergeant Mikhail.

"Should you tie me up like an asshole?" nazareth grumbled as he wriggled trying to break the rope of light as thin as a spider web that bound both his hands and feet. But every time he rebelled, his whole body felt pierced.

"It won't kill you!" sergeant Mikhail. "You're a bastard, anyway."

Nazareth let out a rough sigh and gave up as soon as he realized the rope of light had come from his body. That rope of light could damage his nervous system if he continued to rebel.

"What's it like to be Vox?" mikhail teased from the driver's box.

Nazareth twirled his eyeballs with a look of disgust.

"You'll have worse if you can't control it" Mikhail added.

Simultaneously, their horse carriage had already reached the border gate of the City of Light.

In that place there is the highest hall that is touted as the Hall of Light of the Order of Angelos, the dream place of all Spiritual Masters.

Nazareth was exiled when he was a child. The place where he grew up with Xenephon under the care of Mikhail and his wife.

It is rare that there are teenagers and children in the Order of Light unless they are not humans or humans with the full power of natural light such as Nazareth and Xenephon-Yes, they were born with the same talent as Evelyn.

There are only people aged forty-five and over in the city of Light who daily serve as bodyguards, forest managers, city managers and villages that are almost uninhabited except monster fairies.

Except for the empty throne of the kingdom, life in the Order of Light went as it should have been like any other kingdom in the whole world.

The empty throne belonged to the ancestor Evelyn and no one had been able to replace it until now because to be able to sit on the throne seat of the Hall of Light required a very high strength.

Even a level fifty Spiritual Master would bounce at the entrance of the throne hall.

One level below the level of Apollo, it could even only touch the top step, ten meters from the throne seat.

Ordinary humans could not even pass through the city's border gate.

Migi Vox jumped off Nazareth's shoulder, then darted out through the curtain of the carriage and landed on Mikhail's back.

The man glanced at her briefly while grinning. "Welcome back to the land of the real fairies, Vox!" he told Migi Vox. "You happy to go home?"

Migi Vox looked around with round eyes and mouth, revealing a happy and curious expression of a little boy.

Mikhail laughed lightly, then started babbling and continued to babble along the way like a father who was bragging to his son.

Migi Vox crept up from Mikhail's back then sat on the man's shoulder with an innocent expression.

Their carriage gradually slowed down then stopped in the grounds of a majestic castle covered in colorful balls of light that flew through the air like a dandelion.

The plants there glowed like in the Monster Fairy Hunt Forest in the Illusory city. So too with animals.

Mikhail jumped down from the driver's box and revealed the curtain while grinning at Nazareth.

"Oh, you look like a real kidnapper," Nazareth bought it.

"No real kidnapper will put you on the best bench in his chariot!" Mikhail flicked his finger and at once the ties in Nazareth's hands and feet came loose.

Nazareth jumped down grumbling, then rushed across the grounds towards the stairs leading to the terrace.

Two men in armor took over the horse carriage and left it towards the side yard.

Mikhail walked slowly to herd Nazareth with both hands crossed behind his body.

Large metal double doors are revealed by themselves when they reach the second and third steps.

"Earth!" a woman about forty-five years old but still as beautiful as just thirty years old rushed towards Nazareth and hugged him. It was she who took care of him and raised him, Gavriil Claus, Mikhail's wife.

Nazareth leaned over and embraced the woman's shoulder.

"It's good to have you home" whispered Gavriil Claus full of tenderness. "You too!" he added as he looked towards Mikhail.

"And don't expect to get out of here before you reach the level above the Apollo level!" Mikhail chimed in while ruffled his waist.

Nazareth spontaneously frowned, casting a sharp glare at his uncle—actually not just the uncle beside his foster father, but the man was also his teacher. "Are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like a clown?" mikhail replied with a annoyed expression.

Nazareth was silent.

"Already, Mike!" Aunt Gavriil mediates. "Come in first" he said, leading Nazareth into the house. "I've prepared a lot of food for you."