Chapter 134 - His Desire

Rhema rejected Azriel’s communication again. Azriel sat vacantly and felt very leery. It was an extremely ominous hunch as if something was going wrong. She got up like she was possessed. As she was about to go outside without even putting on her robe, Marthi asked in a flurry. “Master?”

“I’ll be right back,” Azriel said.

“I’ll accompany you. Please take me,” Marthi said sternly as he flew to her and blocked her. Azriel looked at her familiar spirit with absent eyes and lightly tapped his nose.

“Esthera,” she said. An invisibility spell was cast on him. It was a silent permission. She went out to the hallway. She took big strides as if she was running. Marthi, who had now become translucent, busily followed her, fluttering. A small underground garden could be seen if she walked a little more after going across the hallway and going downstairs. It was where Sophie’s room was. When she turned her face towards that direction, she saw a galaxy in her eyes. It was an infinite gathering of white and dense stars, Rhema Reshith.

“…!”

Azriel ran in that instant. She frantically galloped and grabbed Sophinea’s doorknob. It did not open. It was enchanted. White stars lingered around it. It was not a very strong spell.

“Esthera!” clearing the spell instantly, she opened the door. Sophinea was fast asleep, buried in between cushions and dolls. There was a big and long hand over the girl’s neck which was slender like a bird’s neck. Azriel was frozen, holding the door. The hand that was about to grasp the girl’s neck paused, and the owner of the hand slowly turned around. A beautiful, colorless man with long flowing silver hair, white face, white robe, and light grey eyes lifted his chin and looked at her. Rhema Reshith was there. At the moment their eyes met, Marthi jumped out from behind her. As he turned back to his original form, the invisibility magic was lifted. A giant lion with a scorpion tail, hawk’s wings, and feathers instead of a mane blocked Azriel’s front.

[Grrr,] the familiar spirit revealed its teeth according to his instinct to protect his master and roared towards Rhema. Azriel came to her senses to listen to that roar.

“…Rhe…ma,” her voice calling him split. Rhema did not answer. She could not see him because of her familiar spirit who blocked her. “Marthi, step aside, please.”

“Master,” Marthi said.

“Move,” Azriel said sternly.

“But there’s a murderous spirit,” he explained.

“I said, move,” she repeated.

Marthi’s feathers that had been raised drooped down. Marthicoras went back to his small form and moved off to the rear. Rhema Reshith was standing still in the same place, slightly tilting his head. His face was still.

“Rhema,” Azriel called his name, approaching him, as if reciting a spell. “What are you doing here?”

“…”

“What were you going to do just now?”

He lowered his eyes. His white lashes were drawing delicate shadows. He was looking down at his hand. Azirel stepped backwards as soon as she saw his shaded eyes.

“Don’t try to erase my memory,” she yelled.

He had tried to erase her memory to resolve what he did in the Village of Hanora.

“Don’t try to make this like it never happened by erasing my memory,” she added. Her body shook. Azriel barely managed to move her shaky legs and stepped further away from him. Until she grabbed the doorknob, Rhema stared at her, not moving an inch. Azriel grabbed the doorknob and stood there briefly, feeling her racing heart, before closing the open door. There were only Sophinea who was sound asleep, Rhema, her, and Marthicoras left inside the closed door.

“Rhema,” Azriel bit her lip and breathed consciously. She was gasping. She narrowly asked again. “What… were you going to do to Sophie?”

Rhema looked at Azriel quietly. He gazed at her eyes that had been turned dark in fear. He answered in a lower voice. “I was going to kill her.”