章節 15: DISBELIEF, ANGER THE FINALLY.. FURY!.

Still in thought about the sour though livable nature of his situation, Navi fiddles his new teardrol pendant as he guesses about the world behind these walls.

He loves his mom a lot and he is able to find serenity in his current situation but still, he can't help but think of the day he would finally be allowed into the outside world, - the day he would finally be free or rather,.. more free.

With a small shake of his head, Navi snaps out of his thoughts before getting himself a slice of cake as well as some juice as he starts to eat. The simple meal is quite the delicacy to the seven year old as he quickly clears his plate and tips his juice filled cup over.

Navi quickly does his dishes and covers up the rest of the cake before lying on the bed and cosying himself up with a blanket. He knows that his mom wouldn't be back anytime soon and staying awake to read all night long yesterday is a good reason as to why his body demands and deserves a nice nap.

With his eyes closed, the now seven year old kid falls asleep.

***Meanwhile on the floors above..

As usual of everyday Giesha guesthouse business, -the alcohols were moving, the music is flowing, the mood is serene with a layer of sensuality and the Geisha's were all busy either with serving or entertaining their guests.

With her usual Geisha costume on, Eleanora walks through the grounds of the Guesthouse. Her Giesha outfit consists of a white and red eastern styled kimono with high but soft double layered vest collars. Her sleeves were cut in a triangular/kite-like patten that starts off thin by the shoulder but slowly increases in size going to the wrist.

The long sleeves were made wide and long enough to cover up to her finger knuckles when she stands upright and a simple yet colourful flower embroidery line the material of the beautiful white linen of her dress.

The fitting of the costume to her body is enough to show her femine charms but not enough to draft any conclusive images in the mind. A wine coloured sash wraps entirely around Eleanora's waist twice before being pinned at the back with a pin. The three layers of Eleanora's skirt is in order of - silk, teirb and a transparent material mostly associated with night affairs-. These materials covers down to the ground with the transparent material lightly peaking out beneath the dress more than what's necessary.

Walking elegantly through the floors, Eleanora finally gets to her destination. Eleanora stands in front of a wooden sliding door with the comforting images of butterflies and early spring positioned at the door's right corner.

Standing in front of the door, Eleanora stays rooted for a dozen seconds. Her bearing becomes more elegant, her pose cultured as she switches on her professional mode which immediately brings a light passive and serene look to her face.

*Knock*..*Knock*..

With a small polite smile on her face Eleanora gently knocks the door. She doesn't wait for a response as she slides the door open. The Knock is obviously just formally to alert the people inside that she's coming in.

Pushing the sliding door open, Eleanora elegantly steps into the room it hides as she lowers only her knee and waist slightly to give a fluid courtesy bow before turning around to slide the door close.

Inwardly, Eleanora is a little surprised by the situation she has glimpsed in the current guest-room. Although this is her usual costumer he is usually never without other cultivators company as well as that of other Geishas to entertain them.

Just like most other guest-rooms, there sits a long low table in the center of the room with flowery sitting pillows arranged neatly on each sides of the table. At one end of the table is a low throne-like chair which had a massive pillow for sitting placed within its open arms.

"What took you so long?..", A low but powerful masculine voice demands in slight annoyance. The owner of this voice is currently sitting on the throne-like sitting pillow case at the end of the low table.

"..I'm here now Lord Beleth.", Eleanora responds with a composed voice that seems to bring more peace into the slightly tense setting.

Rather than apologising, Eleanora calmly walks to the nearest left side sitting pillow of the grumbling Lord before sweeping her skirt out as she gracefully takes a seat. Her knees elegantly folds into a small kneeling position with her bottom sitting atop the back oh her ankles.

With her right hand, she gently pulls back her left sleeves to expose her fair pale hands which she them calmly and elegantly uses to take away the ceramic white shot glass in the Lord's hand. During this process, she makes sure that her fingers lightly brushes against Lord Beleth's hands ever so slightly.

Every move by Eleanora is unhurried and holds its charm, ever breath she gives holds a rhythmvand every word she says or refuses to say holds its purposes. With her beauty and grace, Eleanora truly is a peak professional in her line of work.

Geisha's or atleast, true Geisha's are known as artists. Living.. breathing embodiments of the art of relaxation of the body and spirit. Their job is to make the costumers that come in here with a heavy heart leave with less of the burden they brought with them.

Although it is difficult to like some of the customers, Eleanora has never felt the need for any form of emotional attachment as she does her job as she is quick to realise that although powerful, the one thing cultivators are not commonly associated with is comfort and peace of mind. This is the main reason why the guesthouse business is always on flourish.

The Lord she's serving right now is definitely not the most righteous man but no cultivator truly is and so, Eleanora's major goal right now is to lighten whatever his burdens are and then send him off peacefully.

"Even for a strong person like you are, you really shouldn't drink so much on an empty stomach.", Eleanora says to Lord Beleth as she looks towards the untouched feast of different delicacies on the low table before looking at the only empty ceramics which are three kettles that should hold sprit wine.

Slightly tipsy from his drinks, Lord Beleth blinks twice at her with a sligh blush on his cheeks before taking a deep breath as he lets out a small self mocking chuckle.

"Strong?.. *Pfft*. I couldn't even save my brother. My own flesh and blood become dinner to those ruthless abominations and I could only retreat while fearing for my own life.", Lord Beleth says tiredly before leaning back against the chair like structure around his seating pillow. His posture shows both extreme mental and emotional exhaustion.

Hearing his words, Eleanora nods inwardly as she now knows the reason for this very depressing attitude and mood.

"..Do you truly think drinking yourself till you drop would help you mourn?.", Eleanora asks calmly while tidying the empty kettles of wine infront of the Lord. After tidying it up, she stretches her hand and brings herself a nearby plate of assorted shrimps.

Waching Eleanora's graceful actions, Lord Beleth bitterly chuckles before looking at Eleanora's figure with slight confusion in his eyes as to how she holds that unbroken calmness and professionalism even after hearing his words. Wacthing her, Lord Beleth finally replies Eleanora's question.

"I have lost too many people to be naive enough to think that a couple of drinks would wash away the pain of loss. I don't know much about elves but humans need a break from grief sometimes.. yet, unfortunately for people like me we cannot truly get the break we ever so truly require from a kettle.. *Stares at the kettles*.. or three of alcohol as our mind is too sharp and our body is way to strong. Unable to find needed relieve through normal means,.."

"..you come to me.", Eleanora 'politely' cuts off Lord Beleth's speech before taking her face off the table to look at his expression. The man's face twitched a little and then his lips arched upwards with slight surprise that looks comical beneath his weary eyes.

The weary Lord gently gives a bitter-sweet chuckle as he adjusts his posture to lean in closer to Eleanora.

"Yes,.. I guess I come to you.", The Lord says in a low voice while gently taking a few strands of Eleanora's blonde hair into his fingers.

Ignoring the fact that Lord Beleth is stroking her hair, Eleanora dips a piece of roasted shrimp in sauce before bringing it to the man's mouth. Lord Beleth hesitates a bit before catching the curved shrimp in his mouth as he leans back into his low chair while letting go of her hair as he chews softly.

"Play me a tune..", The Lord calmly demands after savouring the shrimps layered flavours.

"Which one?.." ‐ Eleanora asks as she pours him a small cup of water from a kettle.

"..The one that calms my nerves.", Lord Beleth lazily demands as he closes his eyes while leaning back as he waits for a tune to wash over his mind.

Eleanora quietly stands up with the intention of walking towards a traditional musical equipment at a corner but just as she stands up,.. a long sword brutally stabs through the wooden walls behind her and effortlessly yet brutally tears into her lower abdomen just like needle through wax.

The stabbing blade is oozing out chilling mana of ice cold affinity. In the instant Eleanora gets stabbed, the mana around the blade immediately spreads to freeze the blood and skin around Eleanora's stab wound!

Eleanora's eyes widens in shock and pain with a small gasp escaping her throat as strenght rapidly drains from her body.

*Shua*, just as it had entered, the tip of the cold boade gets ruthlessly pulled out of Eleanora's body as well as out of the wooden wall behind her. The only difference this time is that the ruthlessly exiting blade is coated with small traces of frozen crystal-like blood that's obviously Eleanora's.

Strenght utterly leaves Eleanora's body as her eyes rolls backwards with her body slumping to the ground in free fall. Almost completely off balance, a different wave of mana washes over Eleanora only to stop her unconsciously desent mid-way.

The consumer she has just been serving-(Lord Beleth)- opens his closed eyes with shock and anger as he stares at Eleanora's suddenly icy-pale skin as well as her lips which are turning blue.

He pauses for a while with his facial muscles trembling in disbelief which quickly turns to anger and finally..

..FURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.