Chapter 69 - Meeting An Ancestor

In front of a vision, he was ruthless and wouldn't think a second thought to do it. Although he was curious why the vision told him to massacre the members of this household, he simply put his curiosity at the back of his head. 

"Who should I kill first? No, that's not important. I have to figure out what kind of family lives in this house. For them to be killed, it wouldn't hurt to find who they are," he murmured with a frown.

The vision he had was like an order from the heavens, a revelation from a deity. For them to tell him to kill this family, he would be lying if he didn't want to know who they were to receive such an end.

Even their existence was frowned upon by the heavens, what deed did this family do? Honza then ignored this question as he put it into the corner of his mind.

Next, he got up off the bed to look at himself in the mirror. A youth with bright, yellow straight hair reaching to his shoulder.

Slightly large eyes and had brown eyes, different from the red ones last night.

Honza examined himself for a second and as he was about to open the door. The doorknob was already twisted and someone entered. 

It was a youth with an average build and good facial features. His hair was black and he had slightly dead eyes, making those who saw them felt pressured and intimidated. 

His expression was void of emotions, one couldn't help but be clueless as to what was in his mind.

"You wake up." As soon as Narukami twisted the handle and entered the room, he saw Honza standing in front of a mirror.

Narukami was quite surprised to see most of his spiritual energy had already recovered.

He sensed the fluctuation in the air around Honza. 

Narukami's surprised reaction was concealed perfectly thanks to his emotionless face. 

Honza smiled and said gratefully and politely, "thank you for saving me, may I know your name?"

"Narukami Shinra, call me whatever you like," he replied unhurriedly

Without waiting for Honza to say anything, he continued, "Come down to the first floor, breakfast is ready."

After that, he turned his body and went back to the kitchen. Honza could hear his steps going downstairs.

Honza was slightly bewildered and brows creased in a frown, I'm a stranger here, why would he invite me to a family breakfast?

Without further thought, he exited the room and went downstairs as he swept over his gaze around the house.

It wasn't extravagant or fancy but Honza could feel a faint, mysterious aura in this house. It felt rather ancient too.

The stairs were to his left and before the flight of stairs was an art portrait hung on the wall, facing the small corridor which had wooden guard rails on the side.

The art was a girl with long, white hair and pale skin, sitting gracefully with a smile.

She was dressed in a black gothic gown that revealed her beautiful collarbone, her neck Highline and her white shoulders.

She had two pointy sharp ears with black earrings and a red rose on her hair with black ribbons surrounding it.

Honza paused to take a longer look.

Her smile made her like a little rascal but her beauty would hypnotize everyone that it was okay.

Who didn't want to be disturbed by such beauty anyway? In this aspect, Honza's heart quivered as this was the first time he saw such a beautiful piece of artwork.

Without knowing, he was staring at it for quite some time. Narukami who waited for him worried and checked the second floor but he was rather confused and slightly shocked when he saw Honza look at the art portrait with a foolish look.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

Honza averted his line of sight to Narukami and asked calmly, "how much can I buy this?"

Narukami shook his head, "it can't be bought. Even we reject an offer from a famous art appraiser."

Narukami didn't wait for his response as he added, "this is an artistic portrait of our ancestor. This was drawn when she was young."

Narukami didn't want to sound rude so he said these. By telling him how precious the art portrait was, it indirectly told Honza that Narukami's family was unwilling to let this piece of art go and hoped Honza would understand.

Honza caught his meaning sharply as he nodded and complimented the girl in the art, "she's beautiful."

"A bit rascal," Narukami continued and quickly added before Honza had the chance to say anything, "come, hurry. Most of my family had already gathered at the dining table. It would be rude to make them wait any longer."

Narukami turned his body as he walked down the flight of stairs, Honza watched him show his back and a cold glint of light flashed over his eyes. 

Narukami sensed an intense killing intent yet the source had yet to make a move. He pretended not to notice this and kept continuing, at the same time preparing for everything.

Just as he arrived at the first floor, he could relax as the terrifying killing intent vanished. He silently exuded a sigh of relief.

This guy is going to be troublesome, Narukami thought. He had noticed Honza looked at him as if a tiger was about to pounce on its prey.

Narukami pretended to not notice this so as to figure out what was this youth's intention. Should he hurriedly act, it may startle the youth and before he could extract some information, he might commit suicide.

So he had to act carefully.

Recalling back, this youth being picked up by one of the six beasts was beyond coincidence.

Honza retracted his eyes from Narukami to the art once more before following Narukami to the dining table.

Arriving there, it was a spacious room with a long dining table in the center of the room.

There were many vacant seats there and currently, four people were sitting, leisurely talking and chatting but when they noticed someone coming in.

All gazes shifted and focused on Honza.

The latter examined each family member sitting on the dining table.

On the edge of the table was a man around his forty and right next to him was a dangerously beautiful woman.

If not for the fact this woman sat next to this man, Honza would've thought she was Narukami's elder sister! 

The way they set up the position when eating is different from this country's culture, Honza noted this detail in his heart.

Looking to the left side of the table was a young boy looking at the food with sleepy eyes and next to the boy was a lady, her beauty wasn't any inferior to the woman who sat at the edge of the table.

The lady asked coldly, "what took you so long? I'm starving to death here! Come sit, quick! I don't want the food to get cold."

Narukami hastened his steps and Honza followed his back.

Sitting in the opposite direction of the lady, Honza turned his head to Narukami. It was quite awkward to eat with a whole family and you're just a stranger. It felt like you ruined their family moments.

"Skip the introduction for later, we shall eat before the food gets cold." The man suggested in a carefree manner and all of them agreed.

"Thanks for the food," all said simultaneously and swallowed the food.

Above the dining table were western breakfasts and a few Japanese delicacies. Bacon with eggs, pancakes, sandwiches with meat, glasses of milk for each person.

As for Japanese delicacies, there were eggs with furikake, pickled vegetable salad, grilled fish on small plates, and a large bowl of miso Soup.

This was like a feast that five people can't finish eating them all yet Honza believed all of these people could!

Seeing these people eating, chatting between mouthfuls, triggered something deep inside Honza's heart.

While Honza was in his thoughts, the woman of the house asked worriedly with a soft, caring voice, it touched his cold heart, "what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

Honza felt bad on the inside for making such a fairy worry about him, he shook his head and subconsciously touched his eyes, "what is this? Did I just cry? Why?"

His voice was low but aside from spoons clanging with the glass plates, his voice reverberated into the entire room.

Those in the room felt inexplicable sorrow in his tone. Adding that he didn't know why he cried, just made their hearts turned soft, very soft.

Well not everyone, Narukami was focused on another matter.

"I'm sorry," Honza knew he ruined this family's cheerful breakfast. He quickly wiped his tears and continued eating as though nothing had happened.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, the family members did the same and had some conversation with him.

Although he wasn't proficient in talking with others, the family members were extremely patient and waited for him to complete his words.

After which, they continued their talk between mouthfuls. The atmosphere was enjoyable and light, Narukami's father once a while cracked some jokes, causing the entire family to giggle.

The only person that uttered a few words was Narukami Shinra, although he seemed to be eating, his attention was elsewhere. 

After eating, Narukami changed his pajama to his school uniform and left the house.

After walking a few blocks, he was blocked by a little girl who stood in front of him with a proud look and domineering air. 

The girl had long white hair cascaded down to her waist, she wore an ancient black gothic gown and hair decorations of black ribbons circulating a red rose.

Upon closer look, this girl looked exactly like the one in the art!

"Good morning, grandma," Narukami politely bowed and the little girl, or 'grandma' he called her, punched his head lightly.

"Who are you calling a grandma, brat?"

What Narukami called her wasn't a lie or an insult either.

You live for more than a thousand years, if you're not my grandma then what? My great-grandmother? Isn't that worse? Or perhaps you prefer it that way? He said self-deprecatingly in his heart without raising his head until,

"You can lift your head, it attracts attention," said the girl, clearly annoyed with how they became the center of attention.