Zjjan Master 59 sp04 03 06, Hell of His Daily Life

Back to the present, after Jaino has walked away and Criselia and Jesifer have had conversation—

By the time the argument between Criselia and the tavern's owner about Criselia's suggestion has ended; now inside the tavern, the jolly melody— with grand atmospheric tune that syllabically raises and falls along with lively, high, and peachy voice of Criselia as she sings —attracts many attentions.

This, lady Criselia, swirls, sways, as her body goes on interpreting the music.

The audiences— on their table; some swings up their fingers, some claps their hands and some to their laps or tables —are following and have been carried by the music.

For the meantime, the helpless Jesifer— sitting on her chair while staring on her table with rice, roast meats, and sweet-and-sour succulent fruits —has unable to contradict Criselia's subjugated way of communication. The smell from the hot rice reaches her nostrils along with the smell of well sliced of juicy meat. Her belly aches and slowly growls. Her eyes scan to any person if someone has noticed the noise while the silver fork she deliberately stabs to a piece of meat. She then bites it; her eyes are in tears. She thinks, This is tasty … But … can I really eat all of this?

Far outside the tavern, into the busy market of Jelfyr; wearing hooded cloak, a man— standing at the tip in the middle of the edge of rooftop of four storey building —gazes down at the not-so-crowd of busy people. Boss, it's nice to see you back. My very best is to return what I'd received, considering you're to avoid five envious. His name is Krispen Daatibo.

In the middle of eastern part of Jelfyr Kingdom, inside the quarter of the Military Building, attired of decent white military garment, the old man, Second General Tiz Mig commands the soldier to let the messenger enter the room.

The messenger speaks, "Sire, I'm a man of your son. We have located Third General Jaino. However, Main Exceptional General's findings still give us no solid evidence against Third General."

"What about my son? Does he had any decision?"

"I heard him said, to must lay in waiting until the right time."

"This is quite a fuzz." —We're dealing a person of the Lightning Clan. If it's not the son of the previous Third General, I won't involve myself to this matter— "Now and then, keep me inform as possible. I myself wanna know the truth about this conflict."

"Gladly, sir!"

Back to the market, inside the room of the two storey building, a man— along with his three companions; a female and two men —observes the crowd. His name is Hoven Mig; he speaks, "After many days of your hiding, now I'm near to have the status supposed to be mine.

"Cris, inform Maakin about Jaino's appearance. It's nice to have follow up if this operation will fail."

The female replies, "Aye sir!" And the female leaves the room.

Crossing to the not-so crowd of busy people, Jaino sees Zahamara having a conversation to a soldier on the table. The scrambled files on top of the table send Jaino curious as well as the bunch of seats with few armed people. There are also some soldiers deployed around the area.

Zahamara speaks, "How long will we fill the new set of contenders?"

"I don't even know, either sir," has replied by the soldier, "They're barely in numbers these days. If we reduce the edge of requirements limit; those no title and those students can join. Why not?"

"Sigh… The request for approval is pending on the council. We just hope for the best—"

"Father…" has said by Jaino.

"Oh … son." And Zahamara smiles. His arm he wraps to Jaino's neck. "It has been a quite while that I haven't seen your face. Where were you appointed?"

Jaino's face turns sad. "Soldier, may I barrow your sword?"

"Oh, I've forgotten to introduce you," Zahamara has said as he faces the soldier. "This is my son, Jaino. Why not, salute him at your leisure."

The soldier has stood up, and he places three fingers above his eye. "Sir, I'm Colonel Hasus Fedel, one of General Zahamara's men—"

In the midst of introducing, a man, who has dashed from the crowd of people, is heading to Jaino. Unsheathing his sword, this man thinks, Sound like they haven't notice. Obviously, happiness is an easy job with high wages.

"—It's an honor to have met—"

"Please lend me your sword. That's all I want."

As the approaching man stops near behind Jaino and lowers his sword below his left ground; he then slantingly swings up his sword. People around the area, who have witness the man, have unable to response.

Eagles dive and swim the ocean

Fish flies shall reach the highest sky

Above is not the home of storm

Chapter end