Chương 64: CHAPTER 63: A warning or a challenge.

When Sirin finally got back he saw Danish rushing through the hallways with the stench of blood holding onto him. Though it smelled human it didn't seem to come from anyone Sirin personally knew. So even if it was worrisome, he hardly felt the need to ask him about it.

Further down the hallway he found Fyseryra nonchalantly lying on his throne apparently asleep.

Her hair was wet, and she smelled like lavender. A towel drenched in some sort of oil was placed over her eyes.

Sirin sighed and walked up to the throne.

With his claws he scraped the solid surface causing a high-pitched creaking sound. Fyseryra was startled awake, but before she could step away from the throne herself Sirin threw her off.

She crawled up but remained on her knees. "My liege, you have returned. How was your trip? Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Quit pretending you care." Sirin scoffed. "You got an explanation for the place you decided to fall asleep?"

"Why of course I do." She spoke in a modest tone. "You see I tried to ease the pain of my 'wound', yet nothing helped. Your cold throne however gave some relief. Please don't punish me for seeking…"

She could not finish her sentence as the runes in the room lit up and cracks started to spread out like a spiderweb from where Sirin was standing. They stopped right before Fyseryra, spearing her from falling through the ground.

Sirin didn't say a word and instead just placed himself on his throne.

Fyseryra hardly dared to move, however mustered the courage to look up when the cracks in the floor started to repair itself.

"I understand." Sirin spoke, though anger still lingered in his voice. "However, I might need to summon more subjects. After all, if your situation is bothering you this much, only you might not be enough."

Fyseryra froze for a second and then nodded. The pale demon's choice of words indicated that she wouldn't get executed on the spot and replaced. So, despite her disrespect, she would live.

Sirin stood up and made his way back to the hallways. "Unless you have the strength to match it. Try to refrain from my seat." He said before he left the room.

For some reason Fyseryra felt like Sirin was challenging her, rather than warning her.

It didn't take long before he found Amanda.

She was watching over Thilsor and Emilia. The young girl was happily drawing something unrecognisable while Thilsor was trying to figure out what paper tasted like before Amanda could stop him.

She rushed over to pick him up. Then she suddenly seemed to realize that Sirin had entered the room. "Finally, back? didn't you bring a gift this time?"

Sirin faintly smiled as he took Thilsor over from her. "No, sorry. Not this time."

"Oh, don't worry about it." Amanda responded as she threw the piece of paper covered in saliva away.

"What's with Emilia?" Sirin asked as the girl had hardly reacted to his presence.

Amanda sighed. "I'm not really sure. She doesn't seem sick, se has just been quiet ever since you left. At first, I was afraid that she might have grown dependent on the magic that constantly seems to leak out of you. But then Thilsor and I should have had the same problem."

Sirin quickly checked Emelia's mind and soul, yet he couldn't find anything either. He had some suspicions about what it could be, however sharing this concern without a solution would only make Amanda worry more. But in the end, it might just be a phase that the young girl was going through.

Amana noticed Sirin's worried expression and quickly decided to change the subject. "You know, Danish has been spending an awful amount of time in the west wing of the fortress. It's probably nothing you can't deal with, but I encourage you to check it out before you leave again."

"If you're that worried about it, then I can lend you some of my magic. At least you'll have a chance in case Fyseryra, and I can't make it in time."

She shook her head. "No, you already have enough people leaching off of you. I isn't fair if I do so as well, especially after everything you have already done for us. Besides my skin already has a lot to endure, I'm not sure if it will be able to take one of your stripes as well."

"If you say so. But are you sure you will be fine?"

She chuckled in response. "I've spent countless years in hell and got out. If a mere human, even while using your magic to whatever extent he can, has the ability to beat me. Then how soft have I become in just these few months in this living world."

"Do you still miss it?" Sirin suddenly asked.

"Miss what?"

"Back in hell you were so bitter. I didn't realise back then, but I do now. So, do you still miss the world you were from? If you could tell me more about it, then I might be able to find it."

Amanda sighed and picked Thilsor back up. "Yes, I do miss it. But so much time has passed that I doubt that, even if you find it, there is still something left for me. But I'm not sad, not at all. Because I'm free now, I have you, and Thilsor can grow up."

The demon nodded. "I see."