Knight (43 page)

“Really?”

“Red hair symbolizes passion, wildness, ferocity, and such, for example.” He paused with a smile. “So it means that if you have red hair, your ancestor had that kind of personality.”

“Wow. But what does that have to do with you?”

“You have seen what I look like before.”

“Yeah, you have highlights right?”

“They aren't highlights, they are streaks. A taint to my soul.” He growled.

“What?” She blinked stupidly. “You mean you didn't dye it? I thought—” She was cut off when a voice harshly cut through the air.

“Miss Valeriana!” Edeltraud yelled.

They both turned and saw the man heading towards them, face creased angrily. He didn't look pleased and glared at Kyrell beside Valeriana, who instinctively turned away and turned his back on the man.

“I beg your pardon, Miss Valeriana.” Edeltraud made his way to the young woman and guided her almost forcefully away from Kyrell. “The king is looking for you, he is worried.”

He led her a few steps away from Kyrell before he himself walked towards him and said something in a very hushed tone.

“She didn't see?”

Kyrell tried to hide his reluctance as he shook his head.

“If she did, you know what will happen.” Edeltraud warned him before he walked away and tried to guide the woman away as polite as possible.

Chapter Forty-Three ♣ An Enemy Returns

A
uburn hair fell down in waves. Courtney gingerly wrapped a strand around her forefinger, checking herself in front of her mirror.

News had come that the human had managed to defeat Zion Brunhild. Although Zion was clearly a good opponent and a potential titleholder for a position among the Twelve, he wasn't interested.

Of course she went to see the battle despite perilous weather of Prelurésia. She had to be careful though, as her suspension prevented her from even stepping a meter close to the academy's grounds. Doing so could extend her punishment and she greatly wanted to avoid that seeing as she wanted to be able to get back as soon as possible.

“You're sure taking your time.” A voice chuckled behind her.

The former fifth-ranker narrowed her eyes as she stared at her older brother through his reflection in the mirror, her perfectly arched brows knitting together ever so slightly that made a crease just above her nose evident.

“I do not remember giving you the permission to enter my room.” She sternly told him, tugging on the long sleeves of her soft, pink gown as she stood up from her seat in front of her dresser. The skirt swished and fluttered as she moved.

“Is it bad to check up on my little sister?” His form was hunched in front of the window, somewhat shadowed by the darkness inside her room. Snow was falling outside, casting shadows that trailed down the walls like an army of ants.

“It is when I gave you no permission.” She answered, making her way towards her bed where her uniform laid ready.

“After almost a month, I see you're enthusiastic to go back to the academy. Are you that excited to face that human again?”

“So what if I am?” She took the clothes in her arms. “I've been itching for this day to come.”

“Ah, little sister. As predictable as ever.” His laugh bounced off the walls before reaching her ears, creating an overlapping series of exasperating resonances. “Maybe that's why that human managed to defeat you.”

Growling, Courtney clenched her fists and small, wind tornadoes appeared beside her. She shot her hand towards the direction of the voice and blades of wind sliced through the air, shattering the windows and cutting through his body.

“Shut your mouth.” She seethed, watching as he fell to the ground in numerous pieces.

“Or maybe it's because of your temper. You can never control your anger, can you?” His voice echoed before it died and his body vanished into nothingness, puffing into cinders in the air.

“Please don't send any more of your horrid clones into my room. They're repulsing.” She huffed, opening the door to her dressing room and shutting it close behind her.

She tugged on the uniform, nauseated it wasn't what she had gotten herself familiar with. The Celestial Twelve's uniforms were much more comfortable and befitting of someone her stature. To be forced to wear the unbelievable plainness of the regular uniform made her feel sick.

With a grimace, she stepped out of her room, only to see a figure sitting on top of her bed.

Her features softened. “Suzanne.” She said.

The other girl looked up and beamed when she saw Courtney. The pinkish shade of her curly tresses fell on her shoulders as she spread her arms wide open and engulfed the other girl into a hug. Her green eyes twinkled joyfully.

“I'm happy you're finally going back.” She told her, pulling away but keeping her hands on Courtney's shoulders. “Don't get in trouble again.”

Courtney looked away. “I do not think I can promise that.”

Suzanne gave her a look of concern. “I know why you got suspended.” She said. “It's for my sake, isn't it?”

“For a human to easily get into the academy when she doesn't even deserve it.”

“Don't say that, Courtney.” She brushed her cheek softly with an optimistic smile. “Don't judge people so easily. I know you're only acting that way because she's been given a chance a lot of people wanted. She's one of the very fortunate ones.”

The former fifth made a noise of irritation. “She doesn't even know how hundreds of people are striving to be given the chance to study in the academy. How long have you been waiting for your turn?”

“A little over five years, perhaps.”

“Do you see where I'm coming from?”

“I know you're concerned about me not being able to fulfill our promise.” Suzanne said. “But you don't have to worry! Do not concern yourself about me. You shouldn't be making that human's life hard just because she got into the academy before I did. She's a special case.”

“And after all that talk of no special treatment being given.” She grumbled. “My parents had to secure a spot for me eight years in advance just so it was a sure thing I could enter without any problem.”

“Come on, Courtney.” She slipped her fingers between Courtney's comfortingly. “Let it pass, it doesn't happen every day! Give it a chance. I'm sure she's a wonderful person if she defeated you.”

“Don't even go there, Suzanne. She's a human.”

“I know you still haven't recovered about that incident, but you can't condemn an entire race just because of the actions of one. Doing that, you'll be condemning the innocent as well.”

Courtney was quiet.

“I'll come by visit.” Suzanne then leaned in to kiss her friend on the cheek. “Besides, I was given the news that my spot will be ready for the next semester! So, make sure to expect me, alright?”

Courtney gave her one of her rare smiles. “I guess I will.”

-*-

Valeriana was sent home after having dinner with the king. When she returned, both men were worried for her suddenly leaving the dining room and asked her if she was alright. She quickly reassured them that she was fine and that she got lost on the way to the
restroom
. She told them not to worry since she was in her best condition, only a little bit embarrassed for what happened earlier—which Lord Gavin quickly apologized for.

Setting that aside, she felt worried for Kyrell. Whatever he was going to tell her seemed serious, so she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

If only Edeltraud didn't interrupt the two of them . . .

The girl had placed her Valeriana in a vase on her bedside table the moment she came home. She had to admit that having a greenery in her room made it somewhat look even homier.

Even so, the next day was as normal as ever. She helped Charles with breakfast and when food was served, the whole circle gathered around the table.

“The summer festival is starting soon! I'm so excited.” Genevieve giggled. “I heard that there'll be a lot of games!”

“The games are boring.” Keelan muttered. “Definitely not exciting.”

“Huh? Why not?” Valeriana quipped.

“It’s the same thing every year, nothing new.” Raziel yawned.

She shrugged. This was her first time so it would be much more fun for her than anyone else.

“This is our first time.” Said the twins in chorus. “So it won’t be as bad!”

“I keep forgetting you guys are just first years.” Rowe said. “No matter.”

“So, Valeriana . . .” Tamara started with a smile. “How was it?”

“Yeah, we're curious.” Aneeka added. “Care to tell what happened?”

She couldn't exactly tell them what she told the king about Corvan since the first-ranker would surely be angry about it. She didn't consider it as an option and decided to tell them about the humiliating experience instead.

“Well . . .” She started, shoving a spoonful of egg into her mouth. “For starters, I completely embarrassed myself in front of everyone.”

“What did I tell you?” Corvan remarked mockingly.

They chuckled.

“And yeah, I met a realllllyyyy amazing person.” She added, somewhat irked by his sudden statement. This was a good opportunity to piss the first-ranker off.

“What?” Genevieve squealed. “The prince?”

“Unfortunately, no.” She said. “But there’s Lord Gavin.”

Corvan's attention immediately snapped towards Valeriana, his eyes going wide from her recent remark. He was chewing but paused when he heard the girl. How exactly did he forget, anyway? Gavin was a member of the king's council of advisors, it would be no wonder for him to be present.

“Lord Gavin?”

“Corvan's cousin.” She smirked tauntingly at the first-ranker as he looked away in irritation and resumed chewing his food.

“Are they anything alike?” Genevieve curiously inquired.

“Nope. Aside from the looks and everything, they're total opposites.” She emphasized the last word and grinned even wider at the current expression the young lord had on his face.

“How was he like?”

“Everything Corvan isn't.”

“Now, I'm curious.” Tamara chortled. “Do you like him, Valeriana?”

She blushed, but decided to play along. “Well, he passes my standards.”

They all broke into a fit of laughter, Corvan being the only one who didn't have the same reaction as the rest.

“Like anyone would even like you.” He huffed.

“I don't think so.” Tamara wagged a finger at Corvan and winked. “Zion's after her.”

But the first-ranker wasn't finished yet. “They're utter fools. That Zion is no exception.”

Valeriana puffed out her cheeks in aggravation, muttering, “Bastard.”

“Then,” Brindon bluntly started. “Are you a fool?”

The young lord narrowed his eyes at the twelfth-ranker, not liking where his question was going. “Why would you think that?” He almost snarled.

“Denial's not a river in Egypt.” Zevlin and Genevieve chorused at the same time.

“Don't even try to get Corvan to admit anything. It's impossible.” Aneeka quipped.

“What are you guys getting at?” Valeriana glared at him. “He's the last person on Earth I’ll get along with.”

“On Earth.” Tamara chuckled. “But what about in Valemnia?” She teased.

Valeriana rolled her eyes. “Shut up. You know what I mean. If you want, you can replace it with every existing world.”

“Have you ever heard, though?” She winked. “Opposites attract.”

“Will you stop it already?!” Valeriana and Corvan said in unison. “Why do you always do that?!”

The two looked at each other and seethed. “Are you trying to copy me?” They said at the same time once more.

“So I'm copying you?” They replied together.

They both growled and stood up from their seats. “How dare you?!”

Everyone chuckled.

“Just remembered.” Brindon said. “Valeriana.” He told her.

Valeriana, still frowning, looked at Brindon. “What is it?”

“Courtney's back.” He said. “Today.”

She gasped. “What?”