LIAM
I hate studying. Not because I am not good at it. But because I just hate it. I really do. There is no such thing in the world that I, Liam Von Sylvyran, can't do. Aside from cooking, controlling my magic. I am horrible at these two things.
"So, may I know, why I am looking into all these cases with you?" I ask, dropping the sack of paper at last. There is no way in hell I will survive after reading all these things.
"Because you told me to look into them," Kian replies simply, not taking his eyes off the documents before him.
"I told you to look into them." I emphasize the word 'you' to specify it, "I don't remember mentioning myself."
He puts his documents down, folds his arms on the desk before him, and then looks at me with his signature get-under-my-skin smile: "Do you think I am your servant or something that I will obediently listen to your every whine and demand? No. You have to do your things by yourself. Be grateful that I am helping you out." He picks up his documents from the table and re-concentrates on them.
I am not visibly fussing with anger, "You should be grateful that I am helping you out with your shitty investigation." I try to poke those words into his head but he is as unaffected as ever, adding fuel to my bubbling anger.
"Let me remind you Mr. Lain, Wielder, that you are currently being captivated for treason. I will order and you have to do it, you ain't got no choice." His smile is never faltering as he looks at me with those blue eyes.
I chew on my lower lips, trying to control my urge to run my dagger through his throat or smack that cocky smile off his face. But if I want to leave, I can't do that. No matter how much rage I force down or how much my hand itch to kill him. I can't do it. Not now at least.
I grit my teeth then pick up the bundle of paper and start to analyze it. I am particularly vibrating with anger and Kian blatantly ignores it. He ignores me like I don't even exist. Or he is just playing with me? Whatever the hell he is doing is none of my business. My business is how I should make him pay for it. And I swear to the gods. When I do, I will take my sweet time to play with him like he is doing now, before killing him.
After all night of case studying, we two have found nothing. Yes, nothing. Nothing like this has ever happened in Oblivara. This is the first case of the century.
"If you paid attention to all these cases before then we wouldn't have to go through all this shits and could already focus on the clues that we have." I sneer as I observe myself in the mirror, looking for any possible black circle or pimple. I couldn't get my beauty sleep because of this guy.
"Lain, come on man." Kain rolls his neck, his muscles popping with a satisfying noise, "You are a dude. You shouldn't worry about your looks and all like a woman."
I put down the mirror and pin him with a glare, "My skin is one of the few things that is perfect about me. So I should worry about it."
As I stand up and whirl around to leave, it's already dawn break. I am literally slaving my way to keep my eyes open and not fall asleep.
"We are setting out in an hour," Kian announces and I look over my shoulder to look at him, he is standing in front of the window beside his desk from where a soothing breeze and golden sunlight are filtering through. He is looking incredibly gorgeous at the moment. There is another thing about him. An eagle is perched on his forearm and a small latter is in his hand. He is looking serious about it.
"Another murder?" I blink, trying to subside the sleep in my system.
"It's just the same way as the last one." Kian's face hardens, "We have to get there soon."
"Got it." I drag my feet out of that room.
To be honest, all I want to do is now sleep, but I doubt that Kian will let me. He is right. After all, I am a prisoner here. There is no value in my words here. I think Kian is being nice to me. Because if I were in his shoes, I'd upright throw myself inside a lock up and be done with it. I wouldn't have dragged a whine like me all around the place. And if I am being honest with myself then, if Kian didn't kill my brother, then I might have admired him. He is like all of it that I am not.
I am built differently. And he is built perfectly. I can't wield magic—or rather I can't control it, not at all. On the other hand, there are some quotes about Kian, where it is mentioned that Kian was chosen by magic itself though no one knows what kind of magic he wields. He has an amazing build. And he is called one of the best fighters on the continent. I just happened to be under him. In every aspect, this guy surpasses me. He would be a commendable fellow if he didn't kill Eiden. If he hadn't snatched away the most admired character of my life from me.
I can never forgive him. He may get cursed in the hell.
As I remember the history, indignation and fury flare up inside me. I punch the nearby wall to vent some of my anger, but it doesn't really help much. Worse, I have split knuckles now.
I take a shower to calm myself down and slide into some fresh outfits. A black tunic and pants. Simple and not eye-catching at all. By the time I open my door and step onto the hallway, Kian is already waiting for me outside, leaning against the wall across from my door, looking like his ever-flawless self.
"Ready to go?" Kian motions toward the staircase.
In acknowledgment, I just give him a tight nod. For some reason, just seeing him moving around before me makes me go blind with rage and hate. But I need to handle it. If I want to get out of here and look for my good-for-nothing brother, then that's it. I have got no choice.