396 Wolf and Dog (2/2)
”No need.” Heisenberg closed his eyes again. ”A dog that becomes a wolf will seem impressive and enjoy the fame but once his ambition is satisfied, he'll start to feel scared… Believe me, Bono, he'll regret this. Soon.”
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After Bono left, the cabin returned to silence. Colt stood up and bowed respectfully to the air behind him. ”Thank you for your help, grandmaster Philip.
Two burly priests clad in blood-red walked out from the two sides of the suite. Their right arms under the red robes were metal prosthetics. The technology from the Chainsaw Fraternity had given them unimaginable strength and an almost undefeatable body. They guarded the door with their heads down, silent as a statue.
A frail old man walked out of the illusion before Colt. He was hunched and leaned on a cane. He was all skin and bones and his loose skin was covered in wrinkles and spots. However, his eyes were pure white. Those eerie eyes seemed to see every person's secrets and were chilling.
”No need to thank me. It is my duty.” He coughed. ”It is the Ministry's first time to accept an outsider in all these years and you are a future saint. It is rare to find such talent so we must be careful. I will send a warning letter to the Rock Institute under the Church's name. You need not worry.” He paused and his voice grew dangerous. ”However, I hope this type of thing will not occur in the Ministry, understand?”
Colt's smile did not change and he lowered his head further. ”Please do not worry. Is there any place for me if I leave the Ministry?”
Philip's expression grew satisfied. He patted Colt's shoulder. ”No, no. Colt, you are young and talented. You will shine wherever you go. It is our honor that you chose the Ministry.”
The two met eyes and smiled but both knew deep inside.
Soon, someone knocked on the door and passed in a letter. The footsteps faded away. The two guards looked at the mark and gave the letter to Philip. Without saying anything after reading, Philip handed it to Colt.
Colt's expression grew ugly. ”He…woke up so quickly?” His eyes changed but quickly returned to normal.
”Are you worrying over the new sword bearer of Anglo?” Philip asked. ”If he used the Sword in the Stone without caring for the consequences, it would truly be a problem.”
”No need to worry about that.” Colt shook his head. ”From what I know, he inherited the theory from the School of Stone Heart. Everything is built on the sub-originator and he's useless after it shattered. He might not even be able to be an official musician, let alone use the Sword.”
”Oh?” Philip nodded. ”Anglo must hate you.”
”Even so, they are powerless.” Colt snickered. ”I am the best of the new generation of musicians now and the future saint that the Pope had rewarded. Will they hurt me for a useless man and risk the accusations of the nations and punishment of the Sacred City?” Despite his words, he still felt fear. He sat in the chair and tried to find the source of the fear. All that he could think of were those empty eyes.
Under those shackles, the youth's face had been ghastly pale. Reflecting the girl's blood, those empty eyes seemed to have been dyed red, like a womb after a miscarriage. Something scary was born at that moment.
A knock on the door made his shoulders shudder as if startling awake from a nightmare. He glanced at the door instinctively with menace. The two guards exchanged glances and one went over to check.
”Who is it?”
It was a server who managed to dress properly. However his shirt was threadbare and his pants had faded from washing. In the steel platter that he held were two heated steaks and some food that could only keep one from going hungry and nothing more.
”Sir, the dinner you requested is here.”
The guards exchanged glances. One held his sword and stood beside the door. The other opened it. The server handed the food to the priest who looked like a true server. But when the door was about to close, the server suddenly reached out to stop the door. His other hand went into his pocket.
”Wait…” he said.