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Kapitel 9: Crimson Eyes And Hair In The Inn-I

He told her to enter the carriage but now that she looked at the height of the carriage and the ground was high. Her body was too small and it was hard for her to ascend the high carriage without any stool. She reached out her hand to see whether she could climb the carriage but then saw how luxurious the interior of the carriage and looked down at her dirty dress. If she come up like this, wouldn't she dirty the red carpet of the carriage? Ian who noticed it was quick to take her to his arm and carried her into the carriage. In only one hand Elise fitted perfectly. Her hands didn't know where to put on as she noticed how expensive-looking the fabric to his clothing look and in the end stayed back on the hem of her dress. Placing the little girl carefully next to him like a fragile glass, Ian took a seat beside her.

The carriage immediately took off after Ian and Elise entered to the inn. Meanwhile, Alex was inspecting the girl with his eyes which made her even more nervous and small. Like a cowering little mouse, her behavior had a waft of adorableness yet frail. It was as if raising an octave of his voice now would make her faint from fear. She was small, innocent, and didn't seem to have any wings on her back, horns, sharp tampered ears, or any strangeness that could pique the interest of Ian who was well known for his peculiar taste in picking up his subordinates and aides. If Ian didn't plan to make the girl work under him, then why would he buy her? It doesn't seem that he bought in a whim and coincidently chose to buy her. Even though Ian was a blood-loving person, he wasn't someone who would use the girl for anything disgusting.

It made him wonder why he would bid four thousand gold coins on the girl, which in the end was cut into a thousand and two lives had been lost after wounding the unknown little girl. She didn't seem any special other than the fact her hair was burning red like fire and her eyes were clear azure blue like the surface of the sea.

Noticing his stares only making the little girl pressured, Alex smiled gently to ease her and shifted his eyes to Ian to whisper. "So? Would mind telling me what's going on, my lord?" His legs subconsciously tapped the floor in a tapping rhythm.

"Telling you about what?" Ian saw Elise gluing her eyes sneakily on the street that was still merry in the night. Orange-colored lanterns coloring the streets to light the dark street and people exchanging flower crowns on their heads with delightful face.

"The girl." Alex pointed by lifting his chin so the girl wouldn't notice. "You are not the type of person who would take in a poor little girl only because she was sold, would you?"

"Why do you have to know anyway?" Ian replied to him with eyes still staying on the girl who was fascinated by whatever she saw on the night street.

"The church would sooner or later pressure me to have an answer for this if you could consult with me now, I could help you out." Alex's persuasion was good enough after years and years of hard work in talking to the unreachable man.

His eyes trailed away to the little girl beside him to ask. "Who made that bracelet, puppy?"

Elise heard him talking and looked over her back to only look down again on the small palms on her laps. Questions filled her head when she heard Ian asking the maker of her bracelet. Did he found out her ability to see things that couldn't be seen by naked eyes?

Or was he only giving a question?

She couldn't read his expression because of his weird mask and also remembered Ghost Arian's warning to always abide by the master's order before they punished her. punishment with beating is something that she didn't want to ever happen again. Although the wound on her back had been healed, she could still remember freshly the scalding pain when the leather whip lashed her back. Her shoulder would shudder on its own when she tried to remember it.

"The sister in the church gave me." Elise heard the man hummed in response. "The church again. With a power to make such a strong amulet, that woman must be the white witches." he commented sourly, blatantly showing his dislike.

"What are you talking about?" Alex couldn't understand their line of conversation and chided.

"This girl seems to be holding a power different from normal humans." Ian leaned crossed one leg on top of each other to explain Alex.

"What do you mean?" To his complex words, Alex crossed his arms.

"She could see ghosts, faeries, and the things that humans can't see. The ones being called "the sweet child" by the faeries. This bracelet which she used is controlling down her power at the moment and shielded her from the other beings." Ian nudged his head toward the girl and kindly asked. "Am I right, puppy?"

Alex saw the girl nodding in response with a little hesitation on her face.

Elise couldn't understand how Ian found out about her eyes' power but couldn't ask as it wasn't her position to do so. Understanding it obediently, the little girl could only detach herself back to the night street before gazing the night sky which only has a few handfuls of stars.

"Then... you took her in because of that reason?" Alex further inquired.

"No." Ian quickly replied and glanced over the beautiful red hair that the girl had and thought of how silky her hair look before leaning his back fully on the cushioned seat. "There's another reason for me to take her in. A decisive one. But it would be best for you not to concern yourself of this matter. I have told you what you need to know. For what kind of report you would relay to the church, I will be leaving it to your liking."

"Hah." Alex sighed. He had known Ian since he was still a baby. At that time, he didn't notice it until he turned ten when he finally realized Ian's face had never gotten older in a bit. After another few years, he learned that Ian wasn't a normal person, not that he was a normal sorcerer, but a being that could never die or get old. A being that no one had never encounter before.

Out of curiosity, he asked his parents of Ian's real identity, but they didn't reply to him and forcefully steered their conversation away from it. The church was the same, they never say what being Ian was and only labeled him as an undying notorious being.

He also guessed that Ian was over eight hundred years old. Perhaps even a thousand at most because the Warine Land had always been governed by him alone for many generations. In the painting hall which was usually used to hang the portrait of the previous lords of the land all had the same face with only different clothing. It was evident that Ian had always looked the same without a single change to his face.

Alex removed his glance from Elise and pitied her for having to deal with Ian's mood swings. The girl was young, he couldn't see and doubt that Ian would have any evil intention to the girl after seeing how angry he was to the people who whipped and made her cry. But what the man in front of him is intended to do is something that he has to keep an eye on in the near future.

Ian looked over the moon but moved away after he heard Alex knocking the roof of the carriage. The coachman picked up the thudding sound on the roof and pulled the reign of the horse to halt its legs from advancing a single step.

"I still have things to do near here. I will be parting ways with you here now. " he said which returned with a nod by Ian to see him exiting the carriage.

Being left with only both of them together in a narrowed space, Elise looked across the seat which was empty and kept on thinking whether she should scatter away to the empty seat or continue to silently sit next to him.

"Can you take the bracelet off?" Propping his chin on the armrest beside him he glanced down at the red bracelet.

Elise nodded silently without an answer. Ian had noticed the girl being overly scared of him even though he had done and would never do any harm to her. Curiously he asked. "Are you scared of me?"

His self-conscious words brought giddiness to Elise. She didn't know what to say. Should she confessed to him, yes she was afraid that he would use him as a sacrifice?

Or should she lie? But surely lying wouldn't do anything good. But saying the truth which wasn't pleasing to his ears could also angered him which she didn't want to happen.


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Kapitel 10: Crimson Eyes And Hair In The Inn-II

Jiterry with glazed eyes, Elise nodded very slowly and heard Ian tapping his fingers to thread his thoughts. "Why are you scared of me?" Ian asked with a gentle tone that he rarely used for at least a decade in human's life. Yet it was still frightening.

"The pweople in the place before told me that sorcerer would use me as a sacrifice-" her tongue slipped in nervousness. "-Mister, you are a sorcerer aren't you? Will you be using me as a sacrifice?" The small hands on her laps trembled between the silence created after her question.

Hearing no answer, her heartbeat accelerated loudly, loud enough for Ian to pick up the sound. She peeked under her head which was still bending down to read Ian's expression. But as expected with the mask in the way, she couldn't read the change in his face and feared that her words had gotten a large amount of displeasure to him.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm a sorcerer but a different kind from the one who would want to use you as a sacrifice. Also, don't call me mister. Call me master Ian from now on." Ian softly ordered to which the girl responded by calling his name in a whisper. "Master Ian..."

Her heart had gotten more secure with Ian's confirmation that he wouldn't use her as a sacrifice. In her eyes, he was a rather kind person who healed her from her wound. Although his masquerade mask was very out of place, at the least he wasn't an evil person.

The road has slowly gotten quieter after the time passing to midnight and Elise who had been watching the street from time to time noticed the figure of families holding hands to reach their home with a warm smile. Shifting her glance aside to the bread vendor closing the shop, her stomach grumbled loudly, bringing Ian's eyes to her.

"I'm sorry..." She apologized, thinking that the sound of her stomach must have made Ian uncomfortable.

"Don't be. Hungry is normal for a human. You haven't eaten yet, puppy?" Ian's question brought a stop to the carriage who finally arrived at the inn. As the inn was near the outskirt of the city, they finally arrived after a great distance.

Elise replied with a shook of her head and saw Ian opening the carriage to walk down first. He saw his aide, Maroon also stepping down and ordered. "Bring me some food in my room."

It was rather rare for Ian to order food as he never ate anything outside of his house. Since he was first hired to Ian's mansion, he and the other servant had never seen him eat as he always chooses to eat inside his room. It made him wonder to himself what kind of food he should prepare so the lord wouldn't be offended by a commoner's dishes.

Ian who picked up Maroon's puzzled look replied while pointing his brows at Elise. "It isn't for me, but the girl. Prepare what you need, a normal dish should do fine."

Elise trotted to the door of the carriage, exiting it with the help of Ian. "Wait." Ian said, stopping Elise who was about to go down. "I didn't see it before, but you don't have shoes?"

He saw the girl stayed silent, not knowing what she should give as a response. "Come here."

In the end, he carried the slave on one of his arms, making Maroon's face nearly dropped to the ground. Due to the fact that he rode the front seat of the carriage first, he didn't saw Ian bringing Elise to enter the carriage before. But now seeing Elise with her dirty clothes next to the lord, he could almost feel his blood drained from his face. "My lord, you shouldn't do that!" Maroon raised his hand to the air in act of halt his lord's kind behavior to the slave.

"What shouldn't I do?" Ian looked at Maroon whose eyes stayed on Elise's dirty clothes.

"She's a slave, my lord. Please let me take care of her for you." Maroon reminded but was quick to reject by his lord.

"She's my slave. It is my responsibility to take care of her. And she's the chosen one, Maroon. Just like you, she is not a slave anymore, treat her like how you treat me." To those words, Maroon deeply bowed down. Elise looked at the red-haired young man who nearly glued his head to the ground and hear him talking. "My apologies."

"Forget it. Prepare some shoes for her while you are at it." Maroon received the order and marched to the inn to book Ian's room.

Following his aide, Ian proceeded to enter the inn with Elise. Inside the room, which had become Ian's and Elise's, the man took off his masquerade mask, revealing his handsome features. The man had a high nose bridge, sharp red eyes redder than blazing fire that remind the little girl like the jewels used in an expensive necklace, and silky long back black hair with a short tampered cut at the back.

All the time due to wearing the mask, she couldn't see his face but now that she saw, she wondered whether all the time he had been using such a whimsical grin to his face. His eyes had an inffeable laziness like someone who likes to do what he wished, free from the rules of the world, an untamed wildness. The way he composed himself was very relaxing yet he still had the air of an inexplicable, omniscient composure. It was as though he knew everything yet kept himself on the middle line.

But what had the little girl's eyes and mouth drolling at the moment wasn't him and rather the sight of the beautiful looking dishes in porcelain plates along with the silver utensils that she had never seen before. Her stomach grumbled in the empty room, although the food was only a few inches in front of her, she didn't want to act impudent in front of Master Ian and only gazed at it.

"Pfft-" Ian chuckled and saw the girl turning her head to him. He was sitting on the couch, crossing his legs to read some paper that was passed by his red-headed aide. "You don't need to wait for my permission, you could eat." Ian ordered before moving his eyes back on his paper to read some more.

Elise gulped and took a bite out of the ham sandwich with eyes staying on the steak beside the sandwich plate. She had seen the steak before and saw the silver utensil which was called as knife and fork. But she had never had the opportunity to use it before and was afraid to do mistake. After finishing a slice of sandwich and fruits, she took the glass of water in extra carefulness with both hands and tilted it so the liquid inside could stream down to her lips.

Ian had finished reading his paper from a moment ago and noticed the little girl doing her best at eating. He also noticed that the girl's eyes were staring at the meat beside her plate but didn't do anything. With a small stride, he stood beside the girl at the table and asked. "Is only a single sandwich enough for you?" he sat beside her and propped his head on his arm.

Elise responded with a nod but was quickly betrayed by her own stomach that had cried out again. "You don't need to hold back. Eat more." he continued to wait for Elise to eat the rest of the sandwich and heard Elise mumbled with her little voice. "But, miste-... Master Ian, are you not going to eat?"

"I don't need food to substance for living, I'm different from human you see." He replied to take the fork in the right hand and knife on the other one. " Do you don't know how to use the utensil?"

"No..." Elise replied carefully, afraid that Ian would be irritated at her inability to do most of the things her age could have done perfectly. Since her aunts and uncles always ordered her to work in the field and house care, she only knew how to clean the house or plant things. She had seen another child at her age eating with utensils, by the only utensil she could use was fork and spoon. And most of the time, she ate bread which eventually use only her hand.

"I should hire a teacher for you then." Ian replied leisurely and cut off the meat into bite pieces that were small enough for the girl to eat. After passing the plate to the girl, he sat there looking at her making small bites on her food with a rather livelier face than before.

As Elise was done with her food, she lightly caressed her stomach which for the first time filled to the brim. After being fed by Ian, her evaluation of the man who had become her master ascended to a far better point than before. The man healed her, give her food and didn't beat her. He also didn't shout at her for eating too much and let her eat everything on the table.

"You're done, let's sleep then." Ian spoke with a yawn to stroll at his bed. Elise also trotted to the nearest corner of the room and slumped to the spot to sleep while hugging her knees. "What are you doing there?" She raised her head to Ian and cocked it to the side. He said sleep didn't he?

"Sleep...?" She replied unsurely which the man responded with a long sigh that made her nervous again. Did she do any mistake? Her head drooped down in guilt. He had just given her delicious food and felt bad to make a mistake that offended him, but she couldn't understand what mistake she did and could only apologize meekly. "I'm sorry."

"Come here. We can't have you sick by sleeping on the cold floor could we?" Ian patted the empty side of his bed and saw the girl hesitatingly walked which he once again responded. "You don't have to worry, I will not do anything to you and I don't bite."

Elise made a small circle on his left with a warm blanket that she noted to be very not as warm as what she imagined. As she had stayed beside him now, Ian blew the candle beside him and shut off the little girl closed her eyes to sleep.


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