Trapped In Hisstory

Chance Howard could not believe his own eyes, one of the topics only to be known in a textbook has been proved. A real Aranean was just beside him. If he was back in the present he would have took a picture of Sherin not just once.

A proof of a living Aranean, how lucky for a historian like him to know one.

He tried to hold back his excitement and focus on what they were talking about. "What do you mean by 'An Aranean does not die easily'?" he asked.

He was curious, it may be related to the said 'talent' in his research. 

Turns out he was right as Sherin answered, "We have a talent called Bloodlust." these words left her mouth while she looks at the wound where her hands are.

If only Chance had a paper and a pen. He would have written it all down. Unfortunately, he does not. So he had to store all her words into his mind until they return.

Sherin continued, "This talent makes our people stronger than other clans. But other people deem us as monsters." Chance does not know why, but even though Sherin said it with a blank face, he could feel the sadness in her words.

He became even more curious; he wondered what the female aide went through. 'Just what does their talent do?' he thought.

Sherin removed her hand that was pressing against her wound. She raised it up and showed her blood to the prince, "The more we make our enemies bleed, or we bleed, our strength doubles." 

She averted her gaze from her hand to the crown prince, "But we become crazier in return."

Chance and Sherin had their eyes fixed on each other. Chance took in her words, processing it into his mind. "By crazier, what do you mean?" he asked, curious about in what way do they become crazy.

"It becomes harder for us to control ourselves. It is as if our strength is the one in control of us. Our lust for blood goes higher, wanting to double our strength more and more." she responded.

"Because of this talent, it makes us look like monsters. For someone innocent like you, you would not want to know what happens when we go crazy..." she said with a snort, but he could see her eyes gone empty.

This fact was new for Chance. Never did he know that by going through Charles's life, he would also get to know other history.

Sherin let out a chuckle. "So you do not have to worry, Your Highness. The only thing that matters is that you are safe." 

She removed her cape and faced him again. "Now please, I ask you to go and rest. You can use my cape." 

Chance appreciated her care, but he cannot just take her cape. He was fine in his seat with just a sprain. "No, you do not have to do-" his words did not matter as Sherin put her cape around Chance. 

Silence went on again. He felt too much care was not needed. The one who needs to be taken care of was her. He sighed. She would not listen to him anyway.

Sherin closed her eyes to rest for a bit, and Chance was just silent, deep in his thoughts again. Thinking about what Sherin told him.

The fact he had learned had perplexed him greatly. Such talent could wipe out the trace of royalty's armies. As they kill more people, they get stronger. Why did they just not continue on with the war so they could get their victory?

The researcher wanted to ask questions, but he did not because it might arouse her suspicion if she finds out that he knew about the Animalia war.

The only chance he could get to know more about what happened is either the king who made the offer...or Phoneutria Bahiensis.

Araneans are already known in the kingdoms, so asking about an aranean might not be that suspicious, or so Chance thought. He mustered up courage and looked at Sherin to ask a question.

"Sherin, you know Phoneutria Bahiensis, right?"

Chance noticed the change of air and saw Sherin froze at the name. He was nervous that he may have done something wrong. Did saying the name of Bahiensis caused her to change mood? He wondered.

He knew that it was a terrible choice to bring up the name, judging by her reaction. He thought it was all right to ask about their clan's leader. But he was curious about the expression she made when he uttered the name. 'Why? Did the two of them have a special relationship?' he thought.

Another chance to know more. The reason why he is here in this world may be to know about Charles, but it is never too bad to know more about others, right?

"Your Highness." she called out. The tone of her voice changed. Looks like hearing about Bahiensis really displeased her. "I apologize, this is something you must never ask me again." she said with emphasis.

Something must have happened between Sherin and Bahiensis, he thought. Because for an Aranean like her, serving a royalty is not something to be done. Aranean would never leave their territory. Bahiensis would never let anyone.

Chance did not utter anymore words as he was scared that Sherin will get mad. But his eyes dropped down to her wound and her mouth slightly widened in surprise. "S-sherin..." he called out.

"Your Highness?"

"Your blood is blue-!"

Sherin immediately looked down, and she cursed under her breath. Before Sherin could even explain, they both turned their head and saw the enemies surrounding them.

Their enemies have found them.

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"I still cannot feel their presence." Alec said to Niro, and they nodded at each other.

They ran faster than lightning, and the hawk still could not get over the fact that Alec Valorian was on par with him in speed.

A bitter feeling formed within him, but he removed it from his mind. What matters for now is not who is faster. They need to find the prince and the aide.

"-!" Alec was alerted when he felt two familiar presence. "They are near."

They left their horses as the galloping would be too loud, but their horses know their whistle so there are no worries about finding them. 

They continued running through the forest until Niro caught sight of them. "There they are!" 

They came to a halt when they found the prince sitting on the ground, leaning on the log. But they noticed her chilled expression. They followed the direction where he was looking and the sight sent a chill to their bones.

Alec was slightly surprised for just a moment, as he had long known of it.

Niro's expression could not be described as he faced the back of her partner, the female aide was covered in blood. Corpses lying on the ground, slaughtered with no mercy.

Sherin dropped her sword, turn her head and licked the blood dripping on her fingers. She felt their presence and turned her head back. Her eyes were empty as she faced Niro with a smile on her face.

"You are late, little hawk."

Niro stayed still in his place, frozen. Why did her partner become like that? Why did it trigger again?

The sight he was seeing now was the same as back then. Sherin in the pool of her blood and her enemies' blood.

The Bloodlust of an Aranean.