Beatitudes

Episode 41.

 At this point everyone within hearing distance was dumbfounded as they stared at him with surprise,

One of the men standing half a foot behind him spoke with slightly furrowed brows, “Young master Ymir, please don’t be so, we’re after all in the premises of the hall.”

He spoke to remind him, even though he couldn’t exactly scold him, that they were inside the prestigious hall, the hall wouldn’t tolerate a ruckus even if it was from it’s members.

Ymir spared a glance at the frost master beside him with a flickering gaze before he turned his gaze back to Isaac who also stared back at him, the glare on his face then changed into a faint smile that seemed all too fake to those seeing it. He smiled as he continued to talk, whom his words were directed to were alas unknown.

“Of course I wouldn’t dare cause a ruckus here. What I’m doing is asking them to step aside and give face to us as higher ranking members, our business here is after all of the utmost importance, surely whatever business they have here can’t equate to ours hm?”

Hearing those words made displeasure ripple through the crowd eavesdropping on the conversation, alas they weren’t in a place to talk, not now and possibly not ever.

The man who had spoken to Ymir had a strange light flicker through his eyes as he kept quiet, there was nothing to refute in the statement after all.

On the other side, Isaac and the others were able to understand the hidden meaning of his words as they immediately frowned. That was all they did though as they had no idea what was going on exactly.

Seeing no one refute his words, the smile on Ymir ’s face had already grown and he spoke with a gleam in his eyes as he stared at Isaac intensely. “You can leave now…”

“…”

At this point silence was once again the order as no one said a thing, the same way no one moved. The receptionist Kira was already wrought with worry with the situation in her hands, she wasn’t to displease anyone but while she tried to explain she wasn’t even given an audience, this was but her first month here and she couldn’t afford to come off as inefficient during her probationary period. She was just about to try to speak again when a booming voice echoed from behind her.

“What’s the meaning of all this…”

Hearing the voice from behind them, the pervading gloom in the eyes of Harry  and Isaac cleared as they turned to look behind Kira  who had paused in mid speech. Behind her was the Adam  with no frantic awkwardness about him, with a calm gaze he looked at the situation like nothing was of much concern.

The five frost masters also turned their gazes to the new speaker and their eyes retracted slightly, Ymir  was the one with confusion in his eyes as he addressed Adam  with dimmed down arrogance. His right arm over his chest as he spoke,

“Forgive me for asking but what does sir Dark scythe want with the situation.”

The others in the lounge who previously hadn’t noticed then spoke among themselves with shock obvious in their voices,

“Who is that… how does he dare question the Frost reaper clan… and how is the Frost reaper heir being different.”

One within the crowd with more connections and information than the others spoke up to reply the question.”

“You haven’t heard of the Dark Scythe before have you, that’s a viridian orchid expert, a rank six member of the hall.”

That one single answer led to the fuse being lit as those listening became even more shocked.

“A rank six viridian expert… someone as strong as the frost king?, what’s he doing here…”

“Why is he looking into the issue of the frost reaper clan?”

“Did anyone not notice when he came in, this seems like he just magically appeared, what’s going on…”

Amidst the bustle and chatter, Adam  remained unfazed as he stared calmly at the five people from the frost reaper clan, his thoughts unknown. His silence caused Ymir  to  grit his teeth to hold the anger in, but he knew better than to change his tone or words. This person was after all a person equivalent in both strength and clout to his master. He wouldn’t come out of it easy even if the two weren’t at any odds with each other, hence he rephrased his words as he asked again.

“Is the Dark scythe aiming to discuss with us something important?”

He naturally used his title of address to show his respect, people of his caliber could only be addressed as such by the masses below their level.

Adam  kept staring for two seconds more before he then opened up to speak,

“I’m curious as to how bold you can get to seek my attention after trying to cause a ruckus with my people here, is the frost king climbing higher up the ranks and thus looking for one to make an example of his greater dominance…”, he shot the group of five a knowing look as he spoke

Hearing the words he spoke, the five frost reaper clan members shivered with emotions, what they felt shocked about couldn’t be ascertained but one thing they heard clearly was the reference he used when referring to the group of three in before them… ‘my people…’

It was then Ymir  realized the gravity of his actions as he bit his tongue in frustration,

Adam  the dark scythe might as well be lying about it all, but that doesn’t stop the fact that he had claimed them to be his people. He wasn’t an enemy of theirs per say so he didn’t have any reason to force his way into their matters and humiliate them. It also wasn’t something someone at his level would deign to do in the first place.

Hence the reality of the claim might most likely not be false.

Realizing the situation they had plunged themselves into, the man who had earlier spoken up to caution Ymir  immediately moved his thinking gears and stepped forward with a slight bow as he spoke.

“I ask of you to forgive our actions, Sir dark scythe. “We were not aware that they were people of yours. We were a bit impatient at the moment hence our aggression.”

As he saw one of them step out to speak, he naturally dared not answer as the one who caused the ruckus, Ymir  stepped forward as well as he bowed his head with a bent back causing the pointed features of his ear to peek out through his hair,

“I sincerely seek your apology, I was unaware of who they stood with and made it seem like a challenge to your self. I hope you can forgive my mistakes.”

With bowed heads they waited for a while, after no response was obviously forthcoming, Ymir with slightly clenched fists spoke up again, “Allow us to take our leave first…”

With that they turned around as they walked away in another direction, not bothering to say another word…