Translated and edited by Tianic
“[dropcap]A[/dropcap]ncient winds, carry my heart, fly!” Flynn floated into the air after chanting the spell. “Wrath of fire, I summon you, attack!” Sparks erupted from Carey’s fingertips. Quickly, a ball of fire took form and began making its way towards us.
“Shit… No!!! We’re not ready!” Jack dashed off while screaming.
“I’m coming, Jack!” Wilder rushed onward and swung his big wooden sword to the fireball, “Rager chop!”
Marfa shot a badly-aimed arrow toward Flynn, then instantly deployed a water shield around him.
The fireball was only inches away.
Couldn’t run away, and unable to deflect the ball, I had no choice. I shielded myself with – Moya.
He was apparently trying to deflect the ball away with his sword like Wilder.
The fireball was destroyed by Wilder’s ranger chop. But the residual sparks set his hair and clothes on fire.
Jack ran away for good, but he got tied up by Flynn’s wind bondage spell.
“Boss, why?” Moya asked, his face was almost toasted, “I could have gotten that fireball like Wilder…”
“Err… don’t you think protecting your boss is the priority?”
“Damn… Wilder, your outfit! Ya got a spare to change?” Poor Marfa said lying on the grass, all tied up. Flynn’s work.
“Haha, you are not a big deal, right. sister?” It was the voice of the devilish Carey again!
“Don’t act surprised, this is the spell I learned today. Impressed?” Flynn said softly, “That was my first try!”
“You two did it again!!!” Bald Wilder yelled vigorously, “for once, warn us before you do your trial! My clothes!”
“Well, if we told you beforehand then, I doubt you still can’t dodge it.” Carey said, “Come on, you only ended up with a couple of holes on your jacket, that’s all.”
“By the way, Cohen,” Carey asked while she healed Moya’s face, “Why did you come so late today?”
“Oh, about that, I was talking with my families.” Very curiously, I looked at Moya’s face as it slowly recovered, “Tomorrow will be my 12th birthday, I’d like to invite you all to my party!”
“Oh, my! Boss’ birthday!” Jack said excitedly, “Would it be fun, boss?”
“I guess. I would like to show you all to my parents and brothers. There won’t be other guests.”
“What? To see the Viceroy? Flynn, can I have your red dress?”
“OK, well, I’ll wear the blue one. And I think we should put on the hairband of the matching colors as well.”
Wilder cried and looked at the sisters who were talking about their dresses, “Boss, what about us. I don’t have any spare clothes.”
I looked at the holes on him, “Don’t worry, I’ve had the clothes store make a suit of clothes for each of you. They are of the same style!”
“Have you? Really?”
“Yeah! In fact, we are going to fetch them now.”
“Then let’s hurry! Boss, I don’t want other girls to see through my clothes.”
“Don’t worry, Wilder, you can charge them for looking!”
“Marfa is spoiled by money…”
“Let’s mess him up!”
“Alright stop! Let’s go. Come on, Flynn, Carey!”
Seven kids exited the clothing store.
“Sister, look at them, smugs!”
“Milady Carey, it’s my new outfit, alright!” Marfa looked a bit cocky as well.
“Hmmm, Cohen, Wilder, and Moya look fine to me. As for you and Jack… eww!!!” Carey pouted her lips, “You guys should have eaten more.”
“Hey!!! Carey! Leave me out of this!” Said Jack, “You and your fireballs did this!”
“Sister, let’s stop talking. It’s time to go back.”
“OK, wow look! A lot of people down there!”
“Indeed, let’s take a look!”
Under the enormous gate of Darkmoon city, I was shocked for the first time in my tiny life!
An endless flow of people was pouring into the gate. There were men and women, the old and young. Everybody looked tired and sick. Their bodies were all stained, some of them were with wounds. The stronger ones were able to make it to the central square in the city, the weak ones just stopped down the gate’s wall.
“Hey, dude, what’s going on?” I asked an orc who was half lying on the ground.
“Water… I need water…” The orc said, his face was pale and his eyes dull.
“Jack! Fetch me some water.” Carey shouted at Jack before I could say something.
“War… war…” Having wetted his cracked lips, the orc said gravely, “Rivalz and Porta, war…”
“We are from Porta. Days ago, the Rivalzian troops attacked my village. All people ran away， but on our way here, the landlords wouldn’t let us into the cities, said they can’t protect commoners. The temple… they wouldn’t offer any help… not even a blessing spell for us…”
“We had no choice, we had to run across the border… Some of us died of hunger… exhaustion… sickness… bodies became marks for the people that followed… My wife… my child! My child, he was too young to eat barks… all I had was dirt! He ate dirt, and his belly was all filled up… I didn’t even have the strength to bury him! God! Why! I’ve been so devoted! Why I have to suffer!
We were astonished…
“Boss, can I have some money?” Moya asked quietly, “They’re some starved people…”
I unfastened my pocket and offered all my money. I choked. Tears filled my eyes…
“Sister, come here! That lady is in pain!”
“Right! Marfa, get me a big pot!”
“Wilder, get some food from the rice shop!”
“Moya, take off your clothes for this kid.”
“Carey, find grandpa, only he knows how to heal such a wound.”
When I carried a pile of firewood half-naked back to the refugees, I saw my father, Visual Kheda. He was not showing any everyday smile. Seeing me with the wood in my hands, he said nothing but nodded.
As more people poured into the city, by sunset, every Dark City’s empty space was full. All individuals who lived in Darkmoon came to help with food, clothes, medicines. Darkmoon City was doing its best to help the new refugees.
When the stars were gazing upon the city, the seven of us had already fallen asleep.
Under the wall, accompanied the refugees, and showered by the first beam of morning sunlight, I, Cohen Kheda was 12!
The June War burst out between Rivalz and Porta.
It was originated from an incident in which a princess of Porta was harassed by a Rivalzian prince, who was carrying his diplomatic duty.
During the four months of the war, both empires had wins and losses.
In the same year, the war ended with Rivalz’s formal apology.
Since the damage of this war was minor, they made peace by marrying Porta’s princess to the Rivalzian second prince.
The marriage was well blessed and with happiness…
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