"Who is this woman..."
Fanet said, as his eyes were focused on the image of a young woman that appeared in a notebook, which was one of the possessions he stole from the group of thugs.
..The face of this woman was incomparably beautiful, filled with an intriguing mystery. She came with long flowing hair and wore clothes that looked as if she was a special person, certainly not an ordinary one.
Konji leaned his head in to look with curiosity, but when his eyes saw the woman's face, he flinching slightly, before quickly snatching the image out of Fanet's hand.
"What are you doing...?"
Konji stared intently at the woman in the image. He was lost in a trance, ignoring those around him, like Enklas and Fanet, before mumbling some thought softly.
"I've seen her... three years ago, "
Konji mumbled.
"At that time, she must have been sixteen..."
Konji's emotions remained unstable and confused, as if he was on a thin thread. On one side was head over heels fascination with the charm of the beautiful woman in the image; the other side was the important mission right in front of him. This image seemed to radiate some energy that attracted and held him back.
Enklas tightly clenched the 'Focwebblack' in his left hand. He turned to meet Konji's eyes with a tense expression, to remind him to return his attention to the mission.
"...You know what her name is, don't you...???"
Konji showed his confusion. His head shook slightly. The image in his eyes looked faint and unclear. Fanet quickly came over to grab and pull the woman's image out of Konji's hand immediately.
"She's definitely a sorcerer... What's her name.."
The confusion and the faint image slowly faded away little by little. He used his left hand to cover his forehead and lowered his head slightly to adjust himself. He slowly looked up instantly. A sly smile appeared on his face, while both his hands were crossed tightly over his chest. "Sinhe... Sinhe Foralea..."
Fanet's eyes widened slightly in shock. He stared intently at Konji with a gaze full of confusion and bewilderment.
"'...That clumsy girl... Oh my God, it's not true... She's changed so much..."
Three years ago, when they were sixteen, many classmates separated into different directions. Sinhe in everyone's memory was a girl who looked innocent, clumsy, and extremely optimistic. She was like a mood changer for the whole room whenever they felt pressure.
Konji spoke up slightly. He glanced quickly at Enklas before turning to look at Fanet again. A smirk appeared on his face while looking at the two of them, as if the next target they had to look for was this woman.
As time passed, the three of them separated. The temporary friendship between Enklas and the team was short and fragile to the extreme. But even so, Konji deeply trusted him, as if Konji could see the true heart hidden deep within Enklas.
His blond hair looked prominent, like a light coming out of the darkness. But his eyes were sunken in an immeasurable depth of feeling. Enklas was this man. The right side of his hair was braided meticulously, along with a single diamond earring that sparkled. He was a person who loved and cared for himself in every detail.
While he was walking, Enklas looked around with curiosity at the daily life of the people in this city, even though he was on an important mission. While walking, an image clearly appeared in his head that was the image of his past self. Eyes as cold as the extreme ice, along with the black uniform of the Faranes he wore. That black was like the darkness in his mind.
The past image made him realize that he could walk without worry, because this place was not like a place for the Faranes to exert influence. Isheevor's influence was strict and overseen by many factions, whether it was the Institute of Sorcerers, the armed group that called themselves influential figures, including the ordinary people in the city.
But suddenly, the 'Focwebblack' kept in his shirt pocket began to shake violently. It emitted a clear rhythm, as if suddenly alerting him to something. Enklas quickly snatched the 'Focwebblack' out of his shirt pocket and ran into a small alley quickly. But this time, it was not communicating with sound as it had been before. It merely shook surprisingly. Enklas perceived the shaking of only half the device, as if it were a secret code or a specific signal sent to him.
Enklas understood the meaning that the signal was conveying. He decided not to delay, and slowly tiptoed to the left quietly and cautiously. He found 5 men, who wore long coats. The clothes they wore were well-patched and looked neat. A blue fist emblem was delicately pinned on the left side of their chest, along with gold buttons that helped them look elegant. They all carried assault rifles made mainly of black metal. The gun was long and slender. The stock and forend were made of dark material.
They stood still in positions spaced apart according to the planned map, but their heads kept scanning in all directions non-stop, expressing professionalism and maximum caution. Amidst the vast crowd of people constantly walking past each other, the 5 men stood still like lifeless guards or officers. The people around them did not pay attention to looking at them at all, as if they were unaware of the existence of this group of people.
Enklas's eyes immediately focused on the blue fist emblem on the left chest of one of the men in the group. His eyes widened in astonishment. A thought appeared in his mind:
"...Those are the Kaman..."
Upon seeing that, Enklas decided to kick off. He headed to the back as fast as possible to immediately withdraw from the dangerous area.
...Amidst the city dense with hundreds of millions of people at Isheevor City... This city is the center of prosperity and like the heart of the human life cycle of the entire land.
The use of magic power was not strictly limited. That merchant used fire power, which is the basic power to easily start a fire for fresh cooking. While a young man used wind power to blow away debris and leaves to clear the area.
Amidst the flower field in the beautiful park, these flowers were crying out for pure water. A young woman pointed her hand at those flowers, tensing her hand slightly with determination. Not long after, a light rain appeared to fall gently, amidst the shining daylight. It was a picture too beautiful to describe.
During the period when the situation temporarily calmed down, but no one knew when it would become violent again, the one named Jinkorn, which was the name his aunt gave him, but deep down in his heart, he never wanted or cared about that name as he should, so he was nicknamed "Konji." Slyness, warmth, and provocation must always come first in his mind.
It was easy for him to climb up to the roof of this 5-story high building. He stood on top and looked at the view of the city, which was too vast to imagine. There was no way to see the horizon here. Konji slowly picked up the image of the same woman who had caused him to be lost in a trance to look at it again. He looked at Sinhe in that picture, but revealed a cold and composed gaze that had never appeared before, as if before this he was merely creating a provocative image for his two comrades to see.
Stay tuned for the next episode...