44 chapter 44 - Dreamy Glade (2/2)

”she claims she infuses her mana into the book to make it strong as steel. Apparently she can do so with all kinds of writing,book and library related stuff,” Violet said while trying to stifle her own giggles, Tenko laughing as loudly as she could for no apparent reason behind them.

Once they finally calmed down, and their anxiety had been long forgotten, Kenji sighed.

”You said there had been news?”

Tenko's ears perked up, and Violet closed her eyes.

”Common, tell me. Please?

Sighing, Violet rolled onto her side and stared right into Arthur's golden eyes. No...it was strange, but Kenji didn't feel any remnant of Arthur anymore. It felt as if he had felt accomplished with rejecting his god and helping put several true evils into the ground. Having ceased to exist, these golden eyes now felt...

well, like Kenji's.

”The inquisiton is still following us Kenji,” Violet said, staring dreamily into his golden orbs. ”Why are you crying? I'm sure we can outrun them, no matter how they're managed to keep following us.”

Wiping his eyes, Kenji smiled wide and bright.

”They're...not sad tears. It's just with Arthur, um, it's hard to explain really. But it feels good.”

Wrapping an arm around him, Violet hugged him tight. ”Ok then, but you would let me know if you were feeling sad...right? You wouldn't hide it, and try to solve everything yourself again, right?”

Kenji's mind fluttered back to seeing the indifference of Jack. It had been foolish confronting him, in revealing himself just to scare Jack a little. But he had had to know who he was dealing with, and now he knew, this Templar could be worked with.

Kenji hated the man, but he didn't seem a zealot nor one who hungered for power. Instead he had seemed lost, and confused how these terrible things he was causing contributed towards some goal the Warden could no longer understand.

At least that's what Kenji's gut said.

”You. Come. We. Go.Now,” one of the Fauns said timidly, before scuttling away and pulling aside a branch that hid the start to a thin trail bordered with shimmering bushes and paved with flowers.

The bushes shifted constantly, and if he stared they devolved into a blurred mass of colour. The enchanted trail then.

”You two ready? I want to introduce myself to these new friends of yours, but first we have our work to do.”

They got up slowly, but neither complained.

As beautiful as the glade had been, it was only a small breathe of calm before the storm that was to come.