Chapter 145: A Worried Father

Chapter 145: A Worried Father

Ira sat at a small table and listened to Virgil, who sat across from him.

Youll be heading to the City of Clouds, Ira, Virgil said. Its the home of the Twin Dragons and a place that could desperately use our intervention.

Why is that? Ira asked disinterestedly.

The legions of the Twin Dragons are starting to stage daily executions to prevent others from joining the uprising. If no one assists them that whole city will end up turning chaotic, Virgil replied.

The entire process of execution as a scare tactic was sort of counterproductive as it made more and more people sympathize with the uprising. In the perspective of the Dragons, they couldnt possibly show weakness or it would make the situation worse. Though one had to question whether or not false bravado was the proper decision.

Well, whatever. Just make sure no one is in my way. Id hate to accidentally kill one of yours. Though Ira's words seemed truthful there was a distinct lack of sincerity in them.

Ive already sent word to them. Virgil had already prepared ahead of time due to Iras apparent nature. He then slid over a packet of papers toward Ira who accepted them with a questioning look.

I took the liberty of having someone forge you entry papers, Virgil explained.

Oh?...Good. Ira smiled before he stood up and vanished.

Virgil exhaled as if he was exhausted before closing his eyes in deep contemplation.

Lauren and Ustia had caught onto Iras trail but his ability to teleport made it quite hard to pin him down. They also had to keep a low profile until they found which made the task even more daunting.

Currently, the two of them were traveling through a large mountain pass with a caravan of traders. They were offered a free ride after demonstrating their swordsmanship which made them more than fit to protect it from bandits. They were so exceptional that they were even given horses to ride, though it may have been because they were beautiful women.

Are you having some trouble? Lauren asked as she rode closer to Ustia.

No, its just been a while since Ive ridden a horse, Ustia replied while clearly showing discomfort. A few hundred years, in fact.

I see, Lauren said with a soft laugh.

Enough about me...Ive overheard a few rumors. Ustia changed the subject.

About Ira? Laurens face became serious.

A few people were talking about an uprising against the dragons. Apparently, hes on the side of the rebelling group, Ustia said.

They had to offer him something great for that to be true. In any case, once we find traces of the uprising well find Ira, Lauren replied.

All of a sudden, a horn blew and a group of huge men and women with red hair and tanned skin came rushing down both side of the mountain pass. They were Haykul, a race who were native to mountain living and naturally inclined to acts of barbarism.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

I was starting to get bored anyway, Ustia spoke with some excitement as she drew her sword.

Lets finish this quickly. Lauren urged her horse forward.

Raveria was extremely fast. No, that wasnt the way to describe it. Her ability was centered around the manipulation of time and it manifested itself in different ways. She wasnt at the point of large-scale manipulation over time but there were a few things she was already skilled at. Acceleration was one those things and possibly one of her strongest abilities. A thin layer of mysterious energy would cover her body to defend against friction as she moved at a pace that could exceed Rhys lightning enhanced movement.

Harper was chasing after Raveria and was clearly determined to catch her. She would use her phase shift ability to cover a huge amount of distance but Raveria was always ten steps ahead.

Harpers too slow. The little girl taunted.

Its not fair, Ravi. Harper groaned but she continued pursuing her.

Bleh! Raveria stuck out her tongue. She was so confident she didnt even notice the spectral energy gathering behind her.

Stepping inside, Ira could feel the tension in the air and it wasnt surprising considering Virgils words. There were many that carried an unconscious look of bitter resentment as they hauled along items and luggage at the whims of Blessed Ones. A majority of the humans inside were emaciated and dressed in rags carrying a pitiful feeling around them. To contrast, the streets were lined with expensive stones and dazzling buildings. There was one large building that even had a fairy trapped in a cage as its logo. Outside were males and females of different races bound in chains.

Vulpes, Haykul, Humans, and a race Ira hadnt seen before, Sirens. They looked somewhat similar to human females with the exception of their pointed ears, gills, and the fish-like scales on their arms. It was obvious they were to be auctioned off at some point but there were delays due to the mood of the city. In truth, the stock of slaves was mostly those accused of being connected to the Uprising and those claims were most likely false. There was a hidden agreement between some of the Legionnaires and the Blessed Ones who dealt with slaves but no one could do anything about it.

Ira took in the sights of the city while searching for new pastries. Each time he passed an open food stall he waved his hand and a strong wind sent an item flying toward him without anyone even noticing.

Without knowing, Ira arrived at some downtrodden area of the city with a huge crowd gathered around. They silently whispered about something which allowed him to clearly hear what was happening.

Let go of my sister! A boy yelled.

Shut it brat, said a man with a rough laugh.

As Ira made his way through the crowd he was able to see exactly what was going on. A young girl who was a few years younger than Harper was locked in chains and surrounded by Legionnaires. It was clear that she was another victim of the Legions response to the Uprising. No matter how others felt they wouldnt be able to save themselves so how could they dream of helping someone else. The spectators could only curse the girls bad luck while being relieved they werent the ones chosen.

Shes not apart of the uprising, bastards! A small and unkempt boy cursed loudly. He was a bit older than his sister but he had a lively tenacity about him.

Oh, bastards are we? The Legionnaires laughed before they shoved the boy to the ground and began to press their boots against his back.

Stop it! His sister cried but there was no response to the Legionnaires.

Ira watched on indifferently before he felt a sense of deja vu. The cries coming from the girl made him think of Raveria. Was she crying at the moment or was she happy? How much had she grown? His mind began to get clouded with such thoughts and he didnt notice a few hooded figures in the crowd slowly moving.

Was it fear? It couldnt be but there was uncertainty and worry building inside of Ira. A somewhat foreign feeling, it made his chest tight and his hands tremble. He unconsciously cracked his knuckles and the loud popping sound resounded through the crowd and brought silence. They could feel something emanating from Iras body, something that caused instinctual fear and that soon spread to the Legionnaires who stopped what they were doing.

Hey. They cautiously approached Ira.

Ria, Ira whispered to himself. Such a feeling hadnt assaulted him since he first held Avery and Raveria during their mental connection. There was also the time he held here when she was born.

Even though she was so light...she felt so heavy, Ira murmured. The responsibility he felt in being a father grew even heavier when he learned what happened to Indras. Could something similar be happening right now? He told himself it couldnt, that Avery and the Valkyries were strong enough to keep her safe. But there was that unrelenting sense of uncertainty that burrowed into his skull and polluted his every thought.

Dont you hear us talking to you? A Legionnaire asked. They drew their swords and moved even closer to Ira.

Hey!

Right, right, right! It couldnt possibly happen. That reality wont exist because I dont want it to. A crazed look of denial appeared on Iras face as he murmured incoherent sentences.

Hey!

I wont let it.

Hey, bastard!

I cant let it!

Hey, you crazy bastard! A Legionnaire raised his sword up to Iras neck.

Ira blinked rapidly before looking in front of him to see a group of Legionnaires with their weapons drawn. He lightly exhaled before raising his hand up to grab the sword at his throat.

...I miss her, Ira said to himself.

Suddenly, dozens of black lines erupted from around his body and those watching all felt as if day turned into pitch black night. It was only a second but it felt like minutes had passed while in that empty vacuum of darkness. When the spectators opened their eyes, they saw nothing left of the legionnaires but a thick cloud of blood. The ground under Iras feet was shattered and ripples appeared in the space around him. Then, chunks of viscera began to rain down from the sky with a disgusting sound that broke the silence.

Ira, who was still holding the Legionnaires blade, tossed it to the side before wiping his blood covered face. He looked as if he returned to normal, well, his definition of normal. He walked over to the stunned children before breaking the chains tied to the little girl and walking away.

After his figure became distant, everyone felt as if they could breathe again and began heaving. The young boy who wanted to defend his sister looked troubled but he quickly made up his mind grabbed sister's hand. He dragged her along as they chased Ira who was already quite a distance away.

The hooded figures who were about to interfere on behalf of the boy were a step slower in reacting. They shared a look before they too chased after Ira.