Requiem Of A Failed Hero



It made no sense, she had traveled worlds. So, yes she could bashly say she had seen several prospects in humans. But being able to cast a spell without a magic circle, was an unexplained bridge of common sense. 

Looking at Raith for a few more seconds, she sighed. 

"It seems I have underestimated you." 

"Yes, you have. There is a reason why I am your master after all." 

Raith responded with a light grin on one corner of his lips. He moved closer to her and gently hit her head with the side of his palm.

"I'll leave Draear in your hands." 

Smiling, he walked out. Mok Jae-Hwa caught right behind him. 

Draear's eyes stayed on him till his figure disappeared, then he turned back to her. 

"Do you understand now why you will always be my second master? Lord Raven is so incredible." 

"Yes, sure suit yourself." She said but her eyes scrunched up as a wry smile formed on her face. 'I will make you suffer instead.' 

"Well, are you going to begin your training or what?!" 

—

Raith immediately got ready to go to Antarctica. The moment he arrived there, he wouldn't need to come back here to pick the people. He just needed to mark there with the magic circle, as he had done to this place. 

He slapped the last of his bags after strapping it up. Remembering when he had just come to Korea, he didn't even come with a single pin, his clothes were in tatters. And today he is leaving with three big boxes. 

He looked outside the window of his room. Nothing but pure joy filled his heart. Although he was living in this country to start a new country with the people of Therut, Korea will always have a place in his heart. And at least until this new country has been accepted by other countries, he is still a Korean. 

Knock! Knock!

The gentle knock on the door turned his head. He walked over to the door and opened it. 

In front of him was standing a red-eyed girl with blonde hair. She was dressed in track pants and a white tank top. She looked like she had just concluded a heinous exercise session, beads of sweat formed on several parts of her body, and some had dried. 

"My name is Amber Rose" 

She reintroduced herself. It was the right call from her side to not assume that Raith would recognize her. She made the mistake once already. And from that day, no, from the day in the black market, up until this day. She had never been able to stop thinking about him. 

Maybe it was because of the guilt she felt after her response to him the moment she knew that he was a hero of the death archon, no, she was sure it was because of her guilt. But that guilt has driven her more than anything. 

She enjoyed the feeling of guilt, how it made her longed for him, with the excuse of wanting to apologize, she longed and looked for him every time. It gave her a sense of purpose for a brief while. 

But right now, that man she longed for was standing in front of her. 

Her mind was in shambles, she couldn't seem to arrange her thoughts, She had come here to say a few things, and she had mustered up the best of herself after talking to Curtis. He let her know that Raith had changed, he had become a completely different person. Contrary to what he and his father thought the little maltreated boy would grow up to be. 

Her conversation with him had given her the courage to reach his door front. But words were not coming out after her introduction. 

Raith raised his chin a bit, he was getting very confused at the silence after she introduced herself. 

Her waning voice followed after a minute passed:

"I'm sorry..."

Raith raised one brow and looked at her. He honestly could not remember why a blonde with scarlet eyes would be apologizing to him in front of his door. 

"For?"

"You...you...know... the other time." 

'What other time?' 

Even though he wanted to do away with this nuisance of a situation as soon as he could, he executed patience and didn't show on his face one hint of irritation as she continued to act like a lost and confused street cat in front of him. 

"I understand, your apology is accepted." 

He responded and closed the door. 

'I'm not sure what she is apologizing for but that should settle it right?' 

He threw a last glance at the door before getting the rest of his stuff. It was going to be a long journey to Antarctica. 

—

America. 

In the heart of a luxurious resort, nestled at the top of the highest floor was a suite, one that exuded exuberance at every corner. 

The parlor exuded an air of refined elegance, The soft, creamy walls seemed to cradle the room in their embrace, their texture hinting at untold stories of timeless gatherings.

Ambient lighting, artfully concealed, cast a gentle glow that highlighted the intricately designed chairs. Upholstered in plush, muted tones, one the longest one opposite the large LED TV was seated a man, a familiar man with blonde low-cut hair, with an extremely large build. 

"Sir! The invitation came in!" 

A lady dressed in formality contrary to the man who was half naked with his broad chest and large biceps fully on display. 

"Ah, I see..."

He didn't sound particularly enthusiastic about it, compared to a particular person from Korea. But then, this was the second time he was attending. The first time was the dragon gate when it claimed the lives of hundreds. 

But he wasn't chosen on the main attack team and was only a backup team then, since he was a rookie catastrophe hunter then. However, since then, ten years have passed. Turner had changed from that rookie hunter to one of the best in the world, the pride of America. 

He collected the black letter from her and tore it open with his hands. 

His eyes ran down the words. In a second or two, he was done. 

"Hey... I have a question..."

His secretary adjusted her glasses. 

"I suppose this is about him. Since he is Korea's only catastrophe-ranked hunter. There's no doubt, that the invitation would reach him too. No one would be foolish to turn down an invitation from the three strongest hunters in the world." 

"Right." A wide smile spread across his lips. 

"It seems we will be meeting soon..."