(Julian)
2 years had passed since Tou's meeting with Sten. It was quite tedious, but after quite a bit of traveling, getting into scuffles, and stops, he finally reached Gonteno.
But, from the looks of it, he was in big trouble.
His hands were bound by rope. A brightly lit room with grey walls. It had two chairs and one table.
Tou rested his feet on the table. On the other side of the table, a boy, with a striking resemblance to the saint, sat. Glasses, (though he didn't need them) and a large white coat, far too big for him.
Nym Ateope, if I recalled his name correctly. It could only be him.
There were several guards in the room. Extra protection.
"A kid like you, killing so many innocents? If it weren't for my angelic sister, you would've been executed so long ago, you know?" the elvish boy said, tapping his pen on his clipboard.
"You're a kid too. I don't know why you're speaking to me like that."
"I'm not a kid. I'm a lot older than you. So you should stop talking."
Elves work very strangely. A 200 or 150-year-old could look so young, but so could a 20-year-old elf? It just doesn't make sense.
"Pshaw. Couldn't be possible. Now, can you remove these restraints?"
Goodness, Tou. You had quite the attitude, huh?
Wait.
How come the dragon got Tou's memories early, but I didn't?
Ah! Just bullshit!
"We can't do that. You'll have to be detained until further notice."
"Then what's the clipboard for, huh?"
"To make me look smarter."
"You'll need a lot more than a clipboard for that."
For Tou to even be captured, it took a lot of effort. There was never a bounty placed on him since he was too young to be suspected. So nobody tried to look for him. Only the government knew of his existence and his danger.
They had to catch him by surprise, while he was sleeping. Even then, he still put up a fight.
… (Flashback)
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Nym approached carefully, his daggers out. There was the reported target, sleeping in a hammock.
Behind Nym were 12 other knights, there to assist him.
"Careful not to wake him up," Nym whispered, raising his hand to signal the men to stop.
Nym took out his rope and wrapped it around Tou's hand. As soon as the rope touched his skin:
[Cast: Molten Grasp]
From the cracks in the ground, thick, gooey lava rose from the ground. It charged toward Nym.
"Mm… you guys ruined my… sleep."
Tou rubbed his eyes, his arm stuck out.
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So that's how he got into this situation. At least, that's how I interpreted it.
"You shouldn't be so rude. If you're lucky, you'll get out of here in no time."
"Lucky?"
"If my sister pardons you. But for now, it's looking like execution."
"Finally."
Nym left the room, and so did the guards. That was a bad mistake. Tou already started his escape plan, trying to gnaw through the rope. It was tough.
He couldn't use his casts, either. Something in the rope had stopped that from happening.
The door opened again.
It was the Saint entering the room. A tall, white-haired woman. Her eyes were light blue like those of a crystal, a soft expression resting on her face.
"Are you… Tou?" she asked, her voice as soft as her expression.
"Y-yeah, it is."
Tou felt strange.
"Oh, dear. Out in those barbaric territories, it must've made you like this."
Her expression became sad. All of a sudden, she squeezed Tou, tightly.
In a moment like this, Tou's natural instincts would tell him to escape this danger. But, it didn't.