Chapter 4: Chapter 4
"Stop here," Zavier said, causing the driver to slam on the brakes in front of the gate of the luxury housing complex. "To avoid attracting people's attention, I'd better get off here and walk home," he explained. "I don't want any of my acquaintances to know about my connection to the military."
Zavier opened the car door followed by the driver who opened the trunk to remove the man's suitcase.
After Zavier received his suitcase, he faced Zayn. "Thank you for the ride, brother," he said as he walked away without waiting for the man's reply.
Zayn was surprised to see Zavier immediately turn to leave, so he immediately chased after the man and said, "Mr. Zavier!" His shout stopped Zavier in his tracks. Zayn thrust a small card at the god of war while bowing respectfully. "This is my business card, you can contact me if you need help, I will always be ready to help."
As he accepted the business card, Zavier saw Zayn's true title.
"Major General Zayn," Zavier said making Zayn immediately straighten his body and salute Zavier. "Nice to meet you," the man said with a smile before turning to leave. He waved Zayn's business card and said, "I'll be in touch."
Zayn continued to stare at Zavier's back as it slowly disappeared from his gaze. "God of war of the Kastiya Country, commander of Zero's elite forces." In fact, when mentioning Zavier's full identity in the military world, Zayn's whole body shuddered in horror. "What kind of shock will he give after returning to being a commoner?"
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"Ten years, this place has changed a lot ...." Zavier muttered as he walked through the housing complex he was in. His gaze swept around, at the houses around.
The residential area was familiar to Zavier, especially since he had lived there for twenty-three years. In fact, in the past ten years, there was no telling how many times he had returned here in his dreams, back to that warm little house.
However, things were much different now than he remembered.
The houses that had once seemed luxurious, now became even more magnificent with towering heights. Not only that, each house was equipped with high-level security, with guard posts and more than two large men in security uniforms on standby. Their gazes when they realized Zavier's presence were not friendly, but wary and intimidating.
One of the guards from one mansion threw Zavier an openly lethal glare, as if warning him sternly, "Mess around and you'll die!"
Zavier snorted at the prejudice of those people. However, he himself understood why they were so wary. In simple clothes and without a vehicle, he — a stranger — was walking through the elite housing complex, making him look different from those who were supposed to live in that place.
And yet, how could he? It wouldn't make sense for an inmate to come back to his home in a car. If anyone saw him and realized his identity, wouldn't that provoke people's conversations? Therefore, walking was the right choice for Zavier to hide his past from others and his family.
After walking for a long time while dragging a suitcase, Zavier turned towards his block. However, as soon as he saw the place where his family's residence building should have stood firmly, his brow furrowed.
"What... is this?" muttered Zavier with a bad expression.
Zavier's eyes looked at a house with a large yard with a rusty iron fence. The residence building itself seemed to be adorned with cracks and moss on a large number of parts, making it stand out for its squalor compared to the other houses around.
One of Zavier's biggest questions was... where was the beautiful and majestic residence he once knew?
With his heart pounding, Zavier stepped closer to the gate of the house. Seeing the large padlock and chain blocking his entry, the man raised his gaze towards the house. "Anyone there?" he called out in a firm baritone voice. However, no one replied.
Sensing something was wrong, Zavier knitted his eyebrows tightly. He swept the surrounding scenery for a moment, then decided to throw his small suitcase over the fence. Then, he jumped over the iron gate-something that was definitely not easy for an ordinary person given that the gate was not low.
Landing on the grass that was so tall it hadn't been mowed, Zavier walked into the house. The place seemed to be uninhabited.
'Where is everyone?' the man asked himself as he pushed the main door open and stepped inside.
The thick dust that gathered on his hands made Zavier guess that... no one lived in that place. However, how could that be? Where were his mother and father? What about his younger brother!
WHOOSH!
The sound of the wind rudely splitting made Zavier look back quickly. His neutrals were staring at a wooden stick pointed at his face.
"Haaa!"
BUK! KRAKK!
The crisp sound of wood meeting body and ending up broken resounded in the main room of the Zavier residence. It was followed by the gasp of a woman who was the main perpetrator of the attack.
"Ah!" The woman's gasp of pain could be heard, especially since Zavier's hand had ended up firmly gripping her neck. "Let go... of me!" cried the slender figure with the fiery brown bead full of rage as she struggled.
The second Zavier's black eyes met the woman's brown bead, the man was startled and immediately let go. "Gabriela?" he said with doubt and disbelief.
The young twenty five year old girl who was lying on the floor coughing raised her gaze. Her brown neutrals that had been shrouded in anger were now mixed with confusion and fear, especially when she realized her opponent had far more power.
"Who are you, what did you come to my house for?!" The girl tried to move away while looking at Zavier warily. She felt very unfamiliar with the man standing before her, but the man's voice sounded familiar.
"It's me, Gabriela." Zavier took a step forward and crouched down in front of the girl. "Zavier," he said as he placed his hand on Gabriela's shoulder.
When she heard Zavier's words, Gabriela's eyes widened. However, she brushed off the man's hand quickly and took a step back. "Nonsense! My brother, Zavier Forger, is an inmate of the isolated prison on Island of death!" A sardonic smile settled on his face, thinking Zavier was trying to trick him. "With a life sentence, how could he be standing before me?!"
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