Chapter 52 (1/2)

Chapter 52: My Brother

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Matt the innkeeper remembered Eliard, and Link left an even deeper impression on him. When he saw Eliard, he shrugged and said, “Room? He’s not in a room. After you left, Mr. Link has always stayed in the attic.”

What? The Attic!

Eliard’s heart pounded violently. He forced himself not to show any expression and continued asking, “Why is he staying in the attic?”

“No money, why else?” Matt said matter-of-factly, “Before, he even ate coarse wheat bread every day. Two loaves a day, one for lunch, and one for dinner. Recently it seems he’s earning some money, but not much, I’d say. He’s mostly cooped up in the attic. If you want to see him, he’s right upstairs.”

When he heard that, Eliard’s heart started pounding again. He knew that after Link gave him the 1300 gold coins, he probably didn’t have much left. But he never would have thought that it would get Link into such a dire situation.

But why didn’t he mention it in the letters? In the letters, he went on about the beauty of Girvent Forest, about his questions of spells and magic theory, and yet, not a word about his living condition was mentioned.

Why did he have to do that? Eliard could not come up with any answers. He thanked Matt, and under the gazes of the crowd in the inn hall, he climbed the stairs up to the attic.

On his way, he heard the discussions in the hall.

“But that’s a real Magician! Is he really here to meet Link?”

“Does that mean Link really is a Magician?”

“That’s impossible! He wears tattered rags, eats and stays in a place even I wouldn’t be willing to, how could someone like that be a Magician?”

These voices had proven the innkeeper’s words. Eliard felt even more distressed now. His eyes started to sting until it became quite unbearable. He thought it must have been the dust in the inn getting into his eyes.

He leaned on the wooden rail and kept climbing up. Once he’d reached the third floor, he turned at the corner and reached the inn’s attic.

The attic was dark and dingy, the stairs were covered with a thick carpet of dust, and the door to the attic room was low and narrow. As he stood at the door, he was stifled by how cramped this space was.

He had been staying in the spacious and high-ceilinged Magic Tower so long, that when he was back in a commoners’ dwelling like this, he felt alien and uncomfortable.

Eliard rapped softly on the door. He tried his best to calm down his nerves and keep his composure.

“Come in, it’s not locked.” The voice was familiar. It was as calm and gentle as before, like a peaceful pond under the starry night.

Eliard pushed the door open and entered the room, and then was faced with a view of Link’s back bathed in sunlight.

The golden sunlight shone in through the small window in the attic, like a golden column in a dark stuffy room. The light column nicely lit up his frail and thin body.

This gaunt figure was sitting on a lame chair, his hand was holding a goose feather quill, and he was earnestly writing on an old mottled table. In the corner of the table, there were a few magic textbooks and a stack of goatskin scrolls.

Eliard turned to his right and saw a rough mattress on the floor. In the corner of the room, there was a big spider web with a fat spider casually hanging in the middle of it. In another corner, there was a large hole in the wall stuffed with a rag. That didn’t seem to do much because currents of cold draught still blew into the attic.

Decrepit and in disrepair, the room was like a typical dwelling of a poor peasant. Eliard had been a wandering orphan in the past, so he knew this life well. But he never thought that Link, a nobleman’s son, would also be suffering this fate too.

But precisely because Eliard had experienced it all before, he sympathized with what Link was going through more acutely!

Anguish, shame, and gratitude—a flurry of emotions swirled in Eliard’s mind, they sent a hot flash to his eyes, and he began to tear up. But before the tears fell, he hastily lifted his chin up and forced the tears back.

When he was eight-years-old, he was bullied by a few children in the streets. He cried and cried, but as he was an orphan, no one came to consoled him, they only came to mock and ridicule. He swore from then on that he would never shed a single tear ever again.

But at this moment, there was no holding back the tears.

Link was a nobleman, he had 1300 gold coins with him, he could’ve comfortably settled down in the River Cove Inn. But because he wanted to help Eliard, he sacrificed his own comfort and had to live poorly. How could Eliard be unmoved by that?

What’s even more agonizing was the fact that Link never said a word about it. He had been comfortably settling into the Magic Tower studying magic, but at the same time, Link had never mentioned a word about his difficult life. Instead, he’d always been consoling Eliard, reminding him to concentrate on his studies and not be distracted. Eliard did not even suspect anything like this was happening to Link.

“Link?” Eliard tentatively called out, while strenuously calming himself down.

That frail body was stunned, the quill in his hand stopped moving, and then he turned his body around. “Eliard, what are you doing here?” Link said, startled.

He’d gotten thinner, much thinner than a month ago. His eyes seemed bigger now, and they looked dull and lifeless. His body was wearing that rough linen robe which seemed too big as it hung on his bony figure.

Eliard’s heart wrenched at the sight. He was at his limit, his eyes were red now and a teardrop fell as he said, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Link was considerably shocked when he saw Eliard’s expression. He wondered how this kid could be so sensitive. He was almost an adult, how could he cry for such a tiny matter?