Kapitel 95: Damsel in Distress
It was a night where a peaceful sleep was guaranteed but for some reason, a damsel jolted out from her sleep. The heavenly bodies were stimulated by her screams and cries; the heavens shook by the assault of lightning and thunder.
Ayla ran into the room which echoed the sound of a young woman screaming in pain. Though it was midnight she didn't hesitate to rush to Doral's room. She saw Doral have just woken up and weeping while her face was covered by her hands. Thinking it might be a nightmare, she rushed to the weeping girl and sat on her bed.
The damsel of distress hides her tears from Ayla when she sensed her arrival. she retreated her hands from covering her face.
Ayla noticed her red eyes and nose and was worried seeing her blink rapidly but trying to look away, swiping a hand brusquely across her face and pretending as if nothing happened.
"Am I a stranger to you?" asked Ayla in a worried tone.
She replied nothing but staring blankly at her face pursing her lips.
With a bitter smile, Ayla embraced Doral "it's ok" she mouthed and closed her hands while rubbing her junior's back.
"I did a foolish mistake but..." she couldn't finish but only bury her face in her shoulder. Her tears spoke her heart to Ayla.
Ayla understood something is wrong because she knew Doral for almost four years but she hasn't seen her in a terrible state like now. She was quiet and kept rubbing her back while hearing each word she blurted out.
While there are terrible incidents that happened in Doral's life, Ayla has never seen her in such distress. She was pestered; felt annoyed but never speak out, when she was mocked, she just turned back and shrugged her shoulders, when she was brutally abused, she just showed her strength but didn't overdo anything in rage. Doral was a completely mature woman in Ayla's view but she was not sure of what to do when seeing her in such a terrible state.
It's been a few days since she came back from her home; she was jumping up and down when she came back but now she portrayed the complete opposite. But Ayla was sure it must have something to do with her visit to her home. However, worrying is of no use so, Ayla decided to put her to sleep but the girl refused to do so. Ayla held her in her embrace for a long time falling into a deep slumber; she couldn't help but pity Doral.
Doral De Argon was a young woman who was a very reserved type but had a huge strength. Having high emotional intelligence but less mature in terms of socialism. A very knowledgeable person for who the teachers fought to be her master but she refused each one of them saying 'My master is not dead yet.' She never talk sweetly because she was not a good speaker. A high-level cultivator can never help but be amused by her strength. Despite her qualities, she was just a teenager; thought by a mysterious teacher. She calls him ghost; as of other information, no one knows them.
Just remembering her bio something stuck Ayla's mind. She remembers her junior blurting "I am sorry ghost" ghost this, and ghost that. It has to do something with her teacher. Realizing the fact, she clenched her fist and told herself to avenge her junior.
Not wanting to investigate further she terribly managed to make her junior sleep in her embrace and somehow shifted her to the bed. Sitting on a side of the bed in which Doral was sleeping, she stared at the flawless face of her junior. She caressed her hair and moved out of her room.
She went to the balcony of her room and ponder how to fix everything. After a few minutes, the light intervened in her thoughts and she realized it was daybreak. "Shit, I am done today" she ran to her bed as she murmured, jumping on the cot she tried to sleep but the noise of the horn after a few hours terribly forced her to be out of bed.
She heard someone knocking on her door. Smiling and ruining herself in her wild imaginations she danced to the door and welcome him. He was a tall man who is also her mate. She bulged her cheeks and took away her eyes from the muscular man in front of her.
Seeing her mate's smile, her cheeks cooked themselves to red and her eyes went down as if she was submitting herself to him. Her eyes closed seeing him getting near her but her body remained rigid. She heard him chuckling at her but before questioning him she got what she longed for, the perfect kiss from him on her cheeks. Her upper body moved from side to side as the wind move the trees of the forest. Suddenly her demeanor changed and she become wavy and worried.
"What's wrong?" he asked her while looking at her eyes in a thoughtful way. He has never seen her depressed. She was always cheerful in front of him, so asked about her. With no hesitation, she told everything but instantly William took realized who she was talking about.
"Ghost?"
"Yes, she told the same. She also told that his eyes were identical to her blue iris"
Seeing only silence occupying the space Ayla decided to break the awkward silence. "What's wrong?" she asked as her face became fragile seeing his face.
"Do you remember him? The one with me?"
"Who?"
"At the battle..."
"Mr. Rondel..." her mouth halted when she remembered his eye color.
"You mean... he..."
"No evidence to prove" he blurted out something randomly but he remembers his junior talking about a young woman with differently colored irises. William stood silent as if he has no idea about anything but, he understood everything.
A young man wearing a black cloth entered the academy holding stuff wrapped in a piece of shabby fabric.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein