Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 16's

"Mr Shawn, it looks like Mister should be looking for Rein now. Since last night it didn't stop raining and soon it will be dangerous for a kid like Rein to be outside on his own" Hilda told Shawn, who was wiping the table.

Shawn's movement stopped. His pair of red beads threw a glance out the window, gazing at the dark sky that dropped drop by drop of high-speed water droplets accompanied by an ear-splitting sound.

How many days has the boy been like this? Home from work late once just because he disagrees Shawn goes after the Arsenic Guild hunt. Even though the presence or absence of Shawn should not have too much effect on the child. Although Shawn left and never returned, there were many people who were willing to extend a hand to accompany him.

Shawn. But he also did not know himself, the young man realized thanks to whom he could enjoy a safe place to live and decent food.

"Alright, but there are 3 more tables I haven't cleaned yet."

"There's no need to worry about that" said Hilda then snatched the lap from Shawn's hand, "after all you're leaving tomorrow, right? Don't let you fight before you split."

Shawn blinked, letting his netting look at the pair of green eyeballs. Shawn's lips slightly went up. Didn't he just yesterday forbid me from leaving?

"Yes, I forbid you to come, but it's free too, right? You didn't listen to me" Hilda said with a wry smile.

Eh? The pair of red netra rounded when the owner was very sure that his lips did not say what he was thinking. But again as if having the ability to read minds, Hilda again said, "No need to be surprised so, the expression of the Master shows everything. Moreover, it has been almost a week Mr. working here, a little bit I began to understand the mind path Mr."

"really?" This time not surprised, Shawn even interested. "What do you understand about me?"

Hilda tilted her head slightly. The pair of neutrals behind the square frame scanned Shawn from head to toe. "In a week I don't know much, but at least I'm sure you're a good person. Well, even if it's a little quiet and sometimes doesn't matter...."

Hearing Hilda's reply, Shawn fell silent for a moment. Really, that woman had said confidently and had even given this kind of ridiculous answer?

So his ears could not believe what he had heard, Shawn turned and stepped into the lobby of the inn. Along the way, the black-haired young man could not help but smile cynically.

"In a week I don't know much, but at least I'm sure you're a good person. Well, even if it's a little quiet and sometimes doesn't matter...."

Hilda's words continued to ring in Shawn's mind, and that much was also the disgust he felt.

Trings.

The sound of rain was clearly heard as soon as Shawn opened the door. Dark clouds overshadowed the once-bright afternoon sky, melting some of the snow piled up on the ground. The cold air is blowing, adding to the cold in the already cold winter.

Just a step into Shawn's move, the man was immediately attracted to something that was right next to the door. "You?" The prince's right eyebrow was raised, not believing what he saw. "What are you doing here? Why not come in?"

The boy in the blue coat remained faithfully lowered his head while hugging his two legs, letting his head and hands come into direct contact with the cold rain drops. But the red on the child's skin clearly indicates that he is cold and should not be here any longer.

"Come on, don't be stupid any longer" Shawn said. But as if deaf, Rein remained indifferent to Shawn's words, trying to survive in the tormenting rain.

Seeing Rein's behavior, Shawn snorted violently. With paper-thin patience, Shawn immediately pulled Rein's hand and intended to drag the boy in. But before he could do it, the boy first brushed off the young man's hand.

"I don't want to go in!" exclaims Rein with a half-hoarse voice.

Shawn blinked, half in disbelief with his own eyes and ears. The boy who looks like he's only 7 years old....

"If you really want to die, I shouldn't have to save you from the beginning." Even saying so, Shawn was about to go back in, before then the tip of his pants was held by the boy. Finally, after a long time the boy looked up, showing his red face with tears, "Don't...."

The rain fell more and more, enveloping the entire city in its droves. Dark clouds are getting crowded, as if partying up there.

"Then, let's go in. Whatever you do won't undo my intention to follow the hunt..."

"Even if I get sick once?"

Shawn fell silent. For a moment the young man felt a familiar feeling. Under the same bushy groan, he remembered he had also felt a similar dependence on a boy 5 years older than him. The boy said he couldn't promise Shawn anything, but somehow the boy was the only place Shawn hoped to be.

Shawn again drew closer to Rein, then crouched down and stared at the pair of deep red beads. "While you're sick, I'll still go. I have my own purpose."

Shawn was able to catch the netra the boy grew up hearing his words. But all the young man could do was reach out, "Let's go in."

For a moment Shawn was silent, observing the sincerity emanated in the look on the child's face before him. "Why do you want to be with me? Don't you know who I am?"

"I told you that meeting you or not my own life is already unlucky" replied the boy slowly. "Forget it, if indeed Master left me alone here, let me seek Master into the forest!"

Rainfall fills the momentary drift created. The corner of Shawn's lips lifted, never imagining such a sentence uttered from a person who knew his true identity, "If you're that brave, go ahead."

***

The sun was not even a little visible at the foot of the sky, but the young man was already dressed neatly and went down the stairs. Of course do not forget to wear a dark robe that he wore since from the forest, as well as a new coat that was bought by the 'sister'.

"Are you ready to hunt, Mr Shawn?" greet a woman once Shawn arrives downstairs. "This time I just want to say goodbye, so please don't think no" Hilda said, looking at Shawn's expression.

Shawn sighed, already not surprised by Hilda who somehow began to be able to read his mind.

"Ah, I will also take care of Rein, so don't worry too much" Hilda said with a smile.

Shawn nodded, of course it should have been because Hilda herself allowed Rein to stay here until Shawn returned. As there seemed to be nothing more the woman wanted to convey, Shawn decided to turn and get out of the inn.

Lonely streets and brown land that seemed to be from the melted part of the snow dotted the entire city. There's not a single person, just Shawn's steps are being heard out there. Shawn occasionally glanced at the simple wooden houses on the side of the road.

"Sister Rein!" Shawn reflexively stopped and turned to the origin of the voice. "We meet again, are you going to the guild?" The old man asked kindly with a warm smile, walking towards Shawn with very slow steps. However, Shawn patiently waited because he already owed the grandfather a favor.

"Haha.... You definitely can't imagine Rein's behavior during the recent work." The old grandfather laughed softly, radiating coolness from his already sepulchral face.

Shawn frowned. "Is the kid lounging around?"

"No, the boy was very diligent," he shook his head, still staring straight at Shawn. "Even though he didn't say anything, but I think Rein was very sad because his brother left without taking him. That's understandable considering you two just experienced a terrible incident in your hometown."

Shawn gnashing. Again that story. In his heart he became curious as to how far the story of 'a pair of brothers who lost their parents in the spleen because of a white tiger' spread in this city.

Netra Shawn roundly realized the old man's rough hand was patting him on the shoulder slowly, channeling a warm suggestion. "Don't worry, Rein will soon understand the reason for your departure is also for his sake. Me and everyone here promised to look after the boy until you came back. Therefore, take good care of yourself and go home safely."

For a moment Shawn could only be silent while feeling the warmth from the touch of the grandfather. Shawn was well aware, however, that the warmth and prayer were only addressed to 'brother Rein', not the 'fourth prince'.

"Ah, I hope you are also careful with the mysterious group called 'Muinaru'. Reportedly they planned to revolt against the Uranium Dynasty," the grandfather said again. "To be on guard. But I hope they won't appear in a small town area near the outskirts of this kingdom."

Hearing the grandfather's words, Netra Shawn rounded. Rebellion against the Uranium Dynasty, Shawn never imagined it at all. If, if it really happened, then what should he do? He was a Uranium man, but...

After bidding farewell, Shawn resumed his journey to the guild he had come to a few days ago. About half an hour later the dawn broke, the soft rays of the sun gradually drove away the darkness in every corner of the city. Shawn's steps came to a halt in front of a magnificent building where hundreds of people were standing in front of him. Most of them were either burly men or youths with long swords at the waist. You could say, only Shawn was standing there without carrying a single object.

Ah, just arrived Shawn immediately did not like this place. Look, without being invited to talk, Shawn immediately knew from the look of their faces that are arrogant and like to look at people in front of him trivial. Although from the outside talking to each other in a friendly manner, but in the heart of course they must be relentless in degrading each other.

"Well, what is this? It was said that the guild asked for help from outsiders because this job was quite large, but I didn't expect them to accept this frail child."

Shaa....

The pair of blue beads behind the contact lenses were as if lit up, emitting an immense anger within him. Shawn turned his head, looking at the three burly men he met yesterday in the hallway of the inn.

"Hi, we meet again," said the burly man piercing as he waved his hand. But Shawn did not feel the need to pay the 'congratulations' of the three people, looking back and away.

Feeling underestimated, the man who yesterday boasted his muscles exclaimed to the attention of everyone there, "Don't be arrogant, son! I heard you're just a cowardly orphan who let both of your parents die being eaten by a white tiger in the spleen! Who's the guy on this hunt you want to sacrifice?"

But a fourth prince would not waver with such nonsense, let alone from a person he did not know at all. Shawn continued to walk in the middle of pairs of eyes and whispers that pointed sharply at him. He's had worse cynicism than this, so he's not afraid at all. But his steps had to stop when a dagger pointed right into the middle of his neck.

"Are you really sacrificing your parents to save your own life?" said a long blonde-haired, amber-eyed girl, the owner of a dagger around Shawn's neck. "If so, you don't deserve to be here!"