Kingdom's Bloodline, page 379
Gleeward's expression froze on his face. Thales then felt the grip on his body loosen. Gleeward had let go of him.
The veteran stared at his hostage in disbelief, and then at his old friend. "F*ck you, Old Crow. You didn't ask to meet me in this strange place because of a whim, did you?"
Thales lay with his face flat on the ground, and felt that his limbs had gone numb and limp due to the lack of oxygen for extended periods of time.
"This brat did not suddenly appear out of coincidence either, right?"
In the face of Gleeward's bewildered and skeptical questions, Hicks smiled in agreement, then shook his head. "Of course not." He supported himself with his walking stick and walked forward slowly. "You're right, I want to ask you to help him." Hicks' expression slowly turned solemn. "To ask you to bring Prince Thales out of Dragon Clouds City to the designated place safely, confidentially, and in the face of great adversity.
"Gleeward, right now, you are the only one in Dragon Clouds City who can do this."
The three of them sank into silence. Thales propped himself up from the ground with his arms and stood up with much difficulty. He flashed a smile, which was a rare sight on this night.
'As expected. The point of contact Putray spoke about is Hicks. His—no, their respected teacher.'
"It's you, teacher." Thales flashed Hicks a friendly and grateful smile, acting in accordance with Putray's advice. "I'm sorry for not saying goodbye before this."
Hicks responded with a smile and even winked mischievously. His eye sparkled behind his monocle. "It's not too late to do so now."
Thales nodded and smiled in spite of himself, .
'So, the way Putray mentioned, to have someone sneak me out of the city in secret, is actually—'
"No way!" Gleeward's crude voice came once again. Puzzled, Thales looked at the veteran in front of him.
Gleeward's looked furious, and his breathing was rapid. He fixed his gaze on the Old Crow. "Considering our past friendship, I can treat you to a meal or something. But this problem?" Gleeward pointed at Thales in exasperation. "This is not 'a favor'. It's trouble, as great as the calamity itself!"
Thales arched an eyebrow.
"Once I'm found out to have sent this prince out of the city—"
"But they have already found out, haven't they?" Hicks cut him off with a smile. "Just like in the past, we are experts at running away, whether it's from the Desert God's Animal Cage or from the Barren Bone people's tents."
Thales thought of something. 'Barren Bone people. And the Desert God...?'
Gleeward looked like he was choking. He opened his mouth and it twitched for a few seconds. In the end, he waved his large hand. "Don't talk about the past. And... this isn't about me being discovered or not."
The veteran turned towards Hicks with an extremely annoyed expression. "This matter is too risky, and involves the lives and deaths of far too many of my underlings. Do you know what the Star Killer will do to Shield District if he finds out? And he's not the worst one. Lisban and those rotten people from the disciplinary hall are more evil…"
With every sentence Gleeward said, old Hicks nodded a little as though he was listening to Gleeward pour out his heart.
Gleeward snorted in dissatisfaction. "You don't know how chaotic Dragon Clouds City is after Nuven died. Do you know what kind of fate await my brothers if I fall? I just want to stay as far away as possible from this rotten problem—"
Thales coughed. "You wanted to hand me over in exchange for a reward just now."
Gleeward's face tensed up. He glared fiercely at Thales when he got exposed. "Shut up! Brat!"
He turned again and said to Hicks, "Help him? A Constellatiate to boot? No way. Not even if our friendship was stronger!"
Gleeward's tone was resolute and left no room for doubt. Hicks sighed but said nothing else. The atmosphere became cold again.
A few seconds later...
"We will end our conversation here, Old Crow." Gleeward snorted coldly and gestured to Thales with his chin. "Out of consideration for you, I won't hand him over to exchange for a reward. Bring him to someone else and stay as far away from me as possible. I'll pretend that I never saw you."
Thales' expression turned gloomy. 'What...?'
Hicks slowly furrowed his eyebrows. His emaciated hand, which rested on his walking stick, trembled slightly. But he then relaxed his brow.
"Alright, Gleeward." Hicks flashed a smile once more. "Before I leave, I only ask for you to do one more thing."
Gleeward widened his eyes and tilted his head. He looked like he was asking Hicks what else he wanted. "Hey, hey. You…"
"Haih..." Hicks' expression changed in an instant. He shook his head in deep regret. "You know, sometimes my memories would haunt me at night, and I would remember our past in the Sugar Glider Tribe…"
Gleeward's expression changed again.
"Alright, alright, alright…" Gleeward cut him off in a manner that was like he was begging Hicks for mercy.
"Be quick about it." The veteran shot another glance at the Old Crow with a pained expression. He then looked somewhere else and waved in despair. "I will pretend that I'm walking past a manure pit and inhaled accidentally."
Hicks flashed another satisfied smile. He nodded and said in a soft voice, "Take a look at his eyes."
The moment Hicks said that, both Thales and Gleeward froze.
"What?" The veteran on the wheelchair blinked, unable to understand what this was all about.
"Whose eyes?" Thales was equally puzzled.
Hicks inhaled deeply and took a step forward. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a grim sternness that was rarely seen on him.
"Drew Gleeward, for the sake of me having treated you countless times in the past when you were injured and dying in the Desert God's Animal Cage that year," Hicks said, enunciating each word, "look carefully into this child's eyes."
Once they heard this, Thales was the first one to be taken by surprise.
'My… eyes? Wait. Wait, wait… In this world, more than one person has mentioned my eyes.'
"Alright." Perhaps Hicks' rare display of sternness was effective. After looking doubtfully at Hicks for a few seconds, Gleeward gave in. He pushed his wheelchair and approached Thales with an unwilling expression.
*Smack!*
Thales felt pain in his arm while still mulling over the questions in his head. Gleeward pulled Thales towards him.
The prince raised his head and was unsurprisingly met with Gleeward's hideous and fierce single eye.
This reminded him of the one-eyed duke from Constellation, Koshder Nanchester. His presence in the Hall of Stars was much more overbearing than the veteran in front of him.
Gleeward still had an annoyed expression, but because Hicks was watching him sternly, he went closer to Thales and narrowed his single eye. He studied the prince's eyes carefully under the dim moonlight.
Thales felt quite uneasy from Gleeward's stare. He coughed softly and tried his best not to blink. The prince took a deep breath. He did not know what in the world Hicks was doing, but he chose to believe in his teacher.
…Just like how Gilbert advised him to.
After three seconds...
At that instant, to his mild surprise, Thales saw Gleeward's expression change. The annoyance and disdain on his face vanished without a trace... There was only astonishment and surprise.
This made Thales think of something.
The veteran turned abruptly. "Bring me the—"
But before Gleeward could finish speaking, Hicks picked up a burning torch from the ground and tossed it to Gleeward, as if he knew what Gleeward was about to say.
Gleeward shot a glance at the indifferent Hicks. He waved the torch so that it burned brighter, then went closer to Thales.
Thales could not help but shrink from the heat and piercing brightness of the flame, but Gleeward held tightly on to him. "Don't move, child."
Under the illumination of the flame, Gleeward once more studied the corners of Thales's eyes carefully. This time, his expression grew more and more solemn and disbelieving. "And don't blink."
Thales clearly saw that, as Gleeward observed his eyes, there was a subtle change to the veteran's expression, from astonishment to hesitance, from hesitance to numbness, from numbness to excitement, then from excitement back to dejection.
Gleeward's eyebrows quivered. His single eye was filled with complicated emotions: conflict, pain, sentiment, relief, regret, pity, sorrow, and unrest.
Thales panicked internally. 'Why…?'
It was as though a long time had passed. Finally, Gleeward slowly moved the torch away and hung his head low. Where no one could see in the darkness, Gleeward sank into his wheelchair, but he still tried to push himself up. It was like he had suddenly lost all his strength.
His words became muffled, as though there was a layer of fog between them, causing his words to be unclear. "Impossible."
Hicks sighed softly. "Do you understand now?"
Surprised and bewildered, Thales turned to the Old Crow, but he could only see the sorrow and desolation on the Old Crow's face.
The prince spoke up instinctively, "What's the matter? My eyes—"
"No!" The veteran on the wheelchair cut him off. "No..." Gleeward's head was still lowered. But his voice began to quiver, and he started stuttering even more than when he was roaring just now. "No, no, no…"
He held the torch with his right hand and clutched the armrest of his wheelchair hard with his left hand. His shoulders rose and fell at an irregular pace.
Hicks shook his head. His tone was filled with certainty. "You saw the color of his eyes."
Gleeward raised his head swiftly. Thales looked at Gleeward's face in surprise. The veteran widened his single eye, then shook his head in disbelief, like a detective who had just discovered a cruel truth.
The prince ran his hand over his eyelids. He stared at Hicks, then at Gleeward. A strange wave of panic crept into his heart.
'They know something. I'm the only one… I'm the only one who doesn't.'
"No." Gleeward trembled, and he kept blinking his single eye. He panted violently and said through gritted teeth, "It's just a coincidence. There might not be many people like this, but they definitely exist. And you only need dyes—"
"Thales!"
Thales shuddered violently and turned to Hicks. "Teacher Hicks?"
After interrupting the veteran, the Old Crow snorted softly. "My friend might have superb fighting skills, but he is not really concerned with the high-level politics of the neighboring kingdom."
He spoke monotonously. It was different from the animated and interesting way he usually spoke when he was teaching.
"So, would you be kind enough to tell him your full name?" Hicks did not look at any of them. Instead, he fixed his gaze on his walking stick.
'Full name?' Thales shuddered. He knew what was going on now. He had confirmed exactly what was troubling these two men.
'It was…'
Silence returned to the night. Only the torch in Gleeward's hand crackled while it burned.
"Thales," Thales answered subconsciously, fixing his gaze on Gleeward, who was obviously acting abnormally. "M-my full name is… Thales TherrenGirana Kessel Jadestar."
*Thud!*
The torch fell on the ground and rolled into the puddle of blood beside it. Its flames struggled to remain lit.
Gleeward sat absentmindedly in his wheelchair and stared dazedly at Thales with his single eye. Thales' mind had also started to wander.
Gleeward's right hand still remained in the air, and his fingers still remained curled as if he was gripping something. And yet, he still did not move… as if he was living in a dream.
Gleeward said softly, "This is impossible."
The once rough, gruff, and extremely unpleasant voice sounded as though it came from the distant hills right now. It was gentle and calm… as though it was afraid of disrupting someone's beautiful dream.
Hicks slowly flashed a weary and sincere smile. "It's true, Drew."
The Old Crow raised his head slowly. His gaze was complicated and profound.
"This is Miss Therren's son. He has her blood."
*Crackle.*
After letting out one last crackle, the blood-soaked torch on the ground—that tried hard to remain lit while it rolled around—was finally extinguished.
Chapter 340: The Magical Therren |
At that moment, it was as though someone stopped time in its tracks, not letting it move forward in this dim, remote and dilapidated corner of Shield District.
The three of them stared at one another in silence. The stagnant atmosphere caused those unspeakable emotions in their hearts to become even stronger inside them.
Until…
"What is going on?" Thales said loudly and questioned the other two in disbelief. "Hicks, and you... What in the world are both of you talking about? Both of you know my mother?"
The prince's face was filled with surprise under the moonlight. He stared straight at the veteran who was still trembling slightly, and at the old man who supported himself with his walking stick with his head lowered in dejection.
"When? How did you know her? Where?"
But they did not answer.
Hicks sighed and said slowly, "How about that, Drew? Is this reason enough?"
The trembles in Gleeward's breathing finally subsided.
It was as though a long time had passed.
The wheelchair moved a little in the darkness, crushing a few stone pieces that were scattered on the ground. The person on the wheelchair exhaled arduously and raised his head laboriously under the illumination of the dim moonlight.
"You can't." The veteran's tone was stiff and his gaze wavered between Thales and Hicks. "You can't... You can't do this…"
Once he said this, Gleeward's wavering expression froze for a moment. But Hicks simply continued to stare at him gently.
"It's been some twenty years. I am Gleeward. I have my own territories, brothers, and everything in Dragon Clouds City. They're all counting on me, you can't…"
With a contorted expression, Gleeward clutched his wheelchair tightly, as if he was about to go to war in the next moment. "You can't appear all of a sudden like this, and, and bring up a shitty bunch of 'touching incidents from the past' in hopes that I would do this and that for you. Those are all in the past, Old Crow!"
Gleeward waved his hands about. His words seemed to be flowing out of his mouth with increasing fluency. "So what if he's her son? I don't care…"
Hicks replied Gleeward with his indifferent, firm, and old voice, "It's because those are all in the past, Drew. That is why they exist forever."
Gleeward's words died in his throat, as if he was choking on something.
"Since we can't change them..." Hicks' gaze was still. "We can't run away from them either."
Gleeward trembled a little while he remained seated in his wheelchair. The veteran slowly loosened his grip on the wheelchair. He clasped his hands tightly together and gritted his teeth. "Shut up."
Thales looked at Hicks, then at Gleeward. He was extremely confused.
'Some twenty years ago? The past? Both of them know TherrenGirana, my… mysterious mother.'
He was all ears. He wanted to know as much as possible.
"No one wants to recall that nightmare of the past, whether it was before or after that fateful year."
Old Hicks sighed softly. "But at least think about it. Who was the one who brought people like us who were struggling and at the end of our lives out of Caligri? Who brought you out of Caligri while you were like a walking corpse after you gave up on living?
"...Who brought you out of that dark, bottomless cage and out of that traumatizing and bloody arena?"
"Caligri…" This name seemed to make Gleeward recall something. He closed his eyes, and his chest began to heave up and down.
Questions rose in Thales' mind. 'Caligri? What kind of place is that?'
"Yes, my dear Drew." Hicks looked at Gleeward, who was lost in his memories and whose facial expression kept changing. "This is a debt we owe."
Gleeward opened his eyes and inhaled deeply with great effort. "Shut up."
Thales could not hold it in anymore.
"Pardon me for interrupting you, but…" He took a step forward. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice. "Who is my mother—"
Gleeward suddenly raised his head. "I said, shut up!"
The veteran clenched his teeth hard and widened his one eye. He stared at the teenage prince with a twisted face as if he was being tortured by something.
His hackles were raised and he forcibly suppressed his emotions. When he saw Gleeward's current state, Thales swallowed his words.
"There are some things that-cough, cough… you can neither deny nor forget." Hicks coughed, a little in pain. But he waved, refusing Thales' assistance. "Isn't it?"
The Old Crow took a short break before saying slowly. He yelled out a nickname that Thales was extremely unfamiliar with,
"Bloody Thorn Lizard—"
*Thud!* Gleeward punched his wheelchair.
"Shut up, shut up!"
The veteran leaned his body forward. He glowered fiercely and intently at Hicks.
"F*ck you, old man. You're never f*cking allowed to call me that! You know that I f*cking hate it the most!" His voice was filled with hostility and pain, and he struck the wheelchair with his palm, making a loud noise. "You know that!"
Thales stared at the way Gleeward acted in surprise. The prince was growing more puzzled about their relationship with Therren. At the same time, he was filled with worry regarding where he would be going next.
However, Hicks only supported himself on his walking stick and stood indifferently. "Then send this child away, Drew. This is all that your past asks of you.
"Then you can come back and be the local tyrant with a clear conscience. You can show off your position as the chief of a gang."
Gleeward leaned back against the backrest of his wheelchair and let out a few violent pants, as if the conversation just now drained half of his strength.
