Capítulo 25: BEGINING OF LOVE AND OBSESSION
Two weeks later*
"A mission?"
Megara asked Agnes.
They were walking in the empty corridor of the Sect's Manor. The moon was up, enlightening half of their faces. They were just going back to their rooms after having dinner.
"Yes, it's been more than a month since we have been here. We all will be assigned different missions on various days. We will have a partner with us but we won't be able to choose the partner ourselves." Agnes let out.
"Means they will also assign our partners?" Megara asked and Agnes nodded. "If we chose ourselves...everyone will choose their friends. Strong and strong will be able to achieve faster so I believe they will put strong and weak together or it truly depends on them." Agnes continued.
"What will be the mission?" Megara asked.
"I don't know. Everyone will be assigned different missions. It's just a practice test, so most of the disciples won't stress much about it." Agnes said and Megara nodded.
"Still, we should no-."
Before Megara could complete her sentence, both of them heard a familiar voice. Turning their heads to look at the person running towards her.
"Evan," Megara said and fully turned towards him. He stopped in front of them and forward a plate toward her which was covered with a red silk cloth.
"Master, I made this both for you."
Megara flinched and snapped her gaze to look at Agnes who was giving her suspicious looks. "You only teach him some martial arts and he is already calling you his master. You got a nice and respectful disciple there." Agnes said teasingly and Megara passed her a poker look before turning to look at Evan.
"Evan...how many times I've told you not to call me master," Megara said sternly. Evan lowered his gaze and glanced at Agnes before throwing his gaze to the ground again.
"I'm leaving," Agnes said and walked away from them while waving. A gust of wind caressed both the silhouettes standing under the clear moonlight. Their robes and hair danced in the atmosphere with the wind. Evan quickly put his hand on the red silky cloth to prevent it from flying.
"I made this for you." He said and forwarded it to her. She slowly grabbed the plate from his hand and felt the plate was still hot. He didn't join them at dinner today like he always does. Is it because he was busy making this for her?
She felt a sudden warmth in her chest.
He missed his dinner because he was making this for her. "What's this?" She asked him while slightly raising the cloth to have a peek inside. "It's your favorite pastries. I made this myself." He said while smiling widely.
In these two weeks, they have progressed a lot. They feel more comfortable with each other, especially him. Each day after the practice they would sit under the tree shadow. She thought this kid was a quiet lad but she was completely wrong. He talks a lot. He talks about nothing else but only about her. Asking what she likes to eat, what color she likes, and what she wants to be. All she can do is answer him and to be honest, she doesn't feel irritated at all. He is the first one to take so much interest in her and he is very cute when he keeps spouting. She felt comfortable with him. He accepted her the way she was, so he saw what she was.
He even makes one of her favorite dishes every day for her.
This time, he was late and didn't show up so she just had dinner with others.
This boy is young and has so many maidens around him, yet he cooks everything himself for her and none of it tastes bad, it tastes very good. She feels kinda ashamed because she doesn't know how to cook.
"You...you haven't eaten right?" She asked and he shook his head.
...
"Why aren't you eating?" She asked with her mouth puffed up with stuffed pastries inside her mouth. Both of them sat under the tree, the only source of light was moonlight and their sight was clear.
"I'm eating." He said and grabbed one of the pastries, taking a bite of it with his eyes focused on her. He watched her eat. She looked like she was enjoying herself. By the end, she will say it was delicious and then she will pat his head. They didn't have much age difference between them but he acted like a kid around her, asking for attention all the time. He never made any friends or gained any affection from someone other than his mother.
She was his friend, his master, and his...
"Soulmate." He whispered under his breath while taking a bite of his pastry. "Huh? You said something?" She asked, turning her gaze to look at him. He quickly shook his head and took a bite of his pastry. His gaze was pure as he eyed her. There was nothing but pureness in his heart and his gaze.
By the time the plate was empty both of them wiped their hands with a napkin. Megara wiped her mouth and turned towards him. She raised her hand and pat his head. "It tasted amazing as always. I didn't know Linya's men also knew how to cook." She said and lowered her hand after patting his head.
"It's not Linya's men. It's just me...Linya's men know nothing other than war, alcohol, and using their soulmates as a toy. Very rare are good." He said, his voice a little sad.
"At least you are not like them. Always stay the same." Megara said with a soft smile on her face. Only if they knew he would become someone he just described above, they wouldn't have crossed paths with each other.
"And don't call me, Master. I'm not that older than you." Megara said and he smiled while shaking his head. "If someone teaches you something. He or she is your master, no matter whether you are younger or older." He said and Megara stared at him for a while before a soft smile made its way onto her lips.
"You're smart. Who taught you this?" She asked and his smile widened. His eyes sparkled as he spoke up.
"My mom."
"Your mom is a great woman." Great enough to bear that man as her soulmate.
"She is, right?" He asked and she nodded.
"She is."
Only if Megara knew, those hands of hers would be covered by that great woman's blood. Only if she knew how she would pierce that great woman's heart.
Only if she knew…..
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