บท 137: Love?

"...That's the most loveliest thing I have heard in a long while....." Mumbled a hoarse voice behind her.

Ela jolted up from the bed and snapped her head to face in the direction of the voice as she gasped at that familiar tone which had become unfamiliar in the past year, and having gasped and snapped her neck in shock and anticipation, Ela sprained her neck, "Ghuk...." With a soft groan she turned to face the voice, uncaring for the pain.

In front of her stood a handsome, pure black haired young man with a soft smile on his coldly structured face, his eyes hid behind a pair of glasses that were made of metal instead. His body was toned and well built but was filled with scars that greatly affected his aura gave him an ideal aura of a dutiful knight with a berserker's demeanour.

If one had to give his contradicting presence a name then they'd probably say that he seemed like a.....knightly berserker.