Chapter 109 - 103

"May the Goddess manifest her power and help her humble people. Wing of Regret! Lucia!" Chester's voice resounded but to the silver haired young man, it was like a whisper to her ear as if he boy was speaking to her.

Thump…thump…thump.

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt her ċhėst. It wouldn't be good if she suffocate here but when expecting something, it never came. She was still alright on her seat as the first match came to its end.

Earlier.

After the Faire person summoned the normal-looking mirror, Mo Xin was curious to the puny object as he saw his reflected self. 

He admired his handsomeness as he thought himself wearing a general's uniform. He was a revered general from the sixth region department who was incharged in the south border. 

On that day, he came back with his army as they rode on their regal horses. The people of the GreatWorld Kingdom cheered for them as the hero of the country saved them from harm. General Mo Xin was praised by several people, he was worshipped by many and even the King acknowledged him.

The GreatWorld King said, "I will give you your just rewards. What do you want?"

Mo Xin humbly stated while in a kneeling posture, "I only want---"

Bang!

The double doors to the royal throne room opened as numbers of soldiers came in. 

The soldier infront suddenly announced.

"General Mo Xin is convicted of killing the Royal Advisor's son! Seize him!"

"Seize him!"

"Seize him!"

"No, no! I did not! You have no evidence!"

The gentle face of the King shadowed as it turned sinister, his smile widened into a creepy grin while looking at the kneeling Mo Xin.

The grinning King neared the scared stiff man as he whispered sweet lies to him.

"Mo Xin, Mo Xin. 'General' Mo Xin, you sacrificed everything but you only got this… you will never be a general!"

'Mo Jianguo will always be the lucky person. He was first to be born and heir to the Mo family. You, the second son will always be the second best!'

'If he didn't existed!'

'If I didn't supported him, I'm the one who will be the trusted general of the King.'

"Yes, yes…" the grinning King continued.

The Faire person was still standing on his spot as he looked at the kneeling man infront of him, crying in blood. The mirror was a reflection of ambition and regrets of the other which could recreate a certain illusion that the person subjected to it formed in his mind. It meant that he was trapped on his own illusion.

The audience were spooked from the unexpected development as Mo Xin was crying their in tears mixed with blood as it collected to the mirror. They were ignorant to what was happening to the kneeling spiky yellow haired man but it only proved that the Faire race was something that they couldn't trample.

Then the crowd went silent as Mo Xin heavily dropped to the ground with no struggle. 

They were still processing it on their minds what truly happened but Lanola was first to wake up from her stupor as she announced the winner.

"For this match, winner is Chester Finn from Deculurom continent!"

That loud voice awaken the audience as they cheered for the horrifying yet powerful skill of a Faire person. It was a true that the Faire race were a formidable kind.

Without saying a word, the one-expression Fair went down from the center platform as he went to the seat where his race were at. 

"Congratulations, Ches! Good fight!" Only the lively eccentric prince was loud as he shook the hand of the other.

The silver haired young man suddenly stood up from her chair. Her sudden movement earned her a scorn from the concentrated audience as they wanted her to sit back.

"Teacher?" Li Li and the others asked as they noticed the paleness of the silver haired young man. 

"Nothing, I forgot something! I'll be back," she said and left.

"What happened to Teacher?"

Rye shrugged in reply while still staring at the center platform as the host announced the next match-up.

The gossip king sighed in disbelief as it was inevitable to get any sound from this tech geek unless it was related to any technology.

'So lame.'

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It was already nine o'clock in the evening as the silver haired young man asked Art to make her glass of milk.

The butler knew that something was bothering Chun as she would only drink milk when she needed to think on something important but it was rare for the silver hair young man to do this.

Art was carrying a tray of cookies and a milk as he knocked on the bedroom door of the silver haired young man. A voice with hints of weariness replied from the other side.

"Come in."

"Young lord, I brought you a milk and some cookies to go by with it---"

Art stopped his statement as he was stunned by the sudden action of his young master, the tray of food was wasted on the floor as he was left surprised to the embrace that the silver haired young man did.

"Y-young lord?" 

The embrace tightened as Chun stated in her desperate voice, "Art…please."

The sweet, seductive and mellow voice of the silver haired young master made Art's eyes darkened. 

After drinking the blood of the young master, the butler refused to drink again to his precious young master but Chun insisted it as she knew the lash back on it to the butler. Not able to refused the insistence of the other, they came to agreement that Art would drink Chun's blood once a week but he would drink from a cup, not directly to the other. 

Art proposed that which Chun couldn't oppose as the butler was firmed to his decision. They continued to do that, Art would be drinking blood from Chun's freshly poured blood on a cup of glass, until today.

But Art didn't predicted that Chun would be needing him now.

Drinking directly to the young master was essential to the premature contract. The butler avoided this as he didn't want to lose control to the addicting blood of the silver haired young man and it would be more stimulated if he drank from that smooth white neck. 

"Young lord…" Art whispered as he ċȧrėssed the fluffy silver white hair of the delirious youth. 

Slowly, he traced down his fingers to the smooth lovely cheeks as it had a reddened hue and the gentle stroking fingers arrived at the fragile pale neck of his young master.

Chun unconsciously mȯȧnėd as it even more darkened the face of the butler.

"Chun…behave." The hot breath of the butler brought chills that fanned the dėsɨrė of the delirious youth but she obediently behave in the arms of her butler.

"Good."

Art stated while ċȧrėssing the fragile neck with his thumb, if he added more strength to his hold, he could snap it.

Immediately, a slight pain was felt on her neck as Chun subconsciously restrained any noises from her mouth. The pain turned into pŀėȧsurė as time passed by. 

Chun awaken from her delirious stupor as she looked at the distanced butler. She didn't remember what happened but she knew that the butler drank on her as her face grimaced from accidentally touching the two small healing holes on her neck. 

Luckily, her regenerative power was very effective. In a minute, the wound was gone but the butler was still standing there while he had his head bowed.

"Art?"

Art didn't lift up his head as he turned away while using his powers to clean up the wasted milk and cooking on the ground. Within seconds, the ground was swept clean while his back was still facing the silver haired young man and with his flawless movements, he caught the tray in one hand as the broken pieces and cookies were also on the tray.

He was about to pull the door to leave, "Young lord, if you have any request just call for the bar lady. I may need to rest early."

Bam!

The door closes.

The silver haired young man had no idea what happened but she knew that something had happened to her butler and she knew also that it wouldn't be a right time to bother the other as she sensed that Art's aura awhile ago was telling her to stay away from him.

She decided to check up the moody butler tomorrow after walking back and forth in worry.

Chun still needed regain her energy for tomorrow's competition.