'Where is she? 'The thought repeatedly resounds in his mind. He is searching for her with pure anxiety. Hastily, striding the streets like a madman. Desperate, as if every pant of his breath can bring her back.
He never thought this would happen; it's like his whole world was taken away from him.
The night is going deeper and deeper but there are still no signs of her.
'Are you even using your head? Why waste all your time and strength searching for a useless woman? ' grumbled the whispering paradox.
The helpless Leon seated restlessly with a fleeting hope. His head down and face darkened, not giving a damn f*** to the noisy voice.
A few minutes more, he uses his remaining strength to stand up and do the most ridiculous thing he could ever think of just to bring her back.
He spoke, "Unleash," and the words he uttered released his weapon.
'What? What are you doing?! 'the confused reaction of his complex weapon.
He lifts his hand and extends it in front of him. "Bring her back," he uttered, commanding the wind.
Can his weapon do such a thing?
Yes, indeed; however, it is an extended domain that needs a vast amount of power and strength to be implemented.
And that means suicide for him.
'FO*L!!!!'His weapon mocking, 'YOU ARE REALLY OUT OF YOUR MIND!! 'Leon began to vomit blood and faint.
"What!?" Elixir was surprised to see his trumph card fell on the floor, dying.
Ammon was standing far away, behind her and spoke, "You forgot that they have their own mind, Elixir. You cannot always make them do what you want them to do."
The little guardian starts to pace back and forth. "No, no, this can't be," she says anxiously.
"Mind seeing this?" Ammon stated while still gazing from afar. Elixir stops pacing and checks what her servant saw.
"Today is the day where the heavens will be testing my luck," she muttered.
Errol appears to the self-suicidal, lovesick, fallen emperor.
He is tall. As he steps towards Leon, who is lying on the ground, he grows double and triple in size and length, like a Nephilim or giant. (Nephilims are described as giants or beings who were ridiculously big and strong; mysterious giant doom-children.)
And he picks up Leon from the ground.
His voice also doubled in volume, matching his size. "I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THIS PATH*TIC TO*L AGAIN," pertaining to how his father used him as a weapon to conquer lands.
"W—what are you doing here?" Leon asked him with a husky voice resulting from severe discomfort. When they met once before, the giant avoided facing them in battle and just let them retreat.
He gave them a warning and cast them out.
"Why are you here inside my empire?" was his confident remark, even though he was lifted how many feet from the ground?
"YOUR EMPIRE? PLEASE... THESE ARE A BUNCH OF STOLEN TERRITORIES THAT YOU INHERITED FROM YOUR FATHER. EITHER WAY, IT IS REALLY FROM YOUR HARD WORK, SO IT IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS, MURDERER," he said, throwing all the blame to him.
"HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT WITH THOSE BLOODY HANDS AND SINFUL EYES AND EARS THAT WITNESS THE CRY OF PEOPLE BEGGING FOR THEIR MERCY?!" He said in an uproar.
"Look who's talking? It doesn't mean you indirectly kill. Are you not a murderer yourself," the emperor throws back the guilt towards him, saying, "Like who on this earth can you consider sinless?"
"IT IS ALMOST TIME TO DESTROY EVERYTHING," the giant said. "THERE IS NO NEED TO HOLD BACK," he added, like he was fulfilling a very important duty.
And with his sacred weapon. He slowly drains the remaining strength from the fallen emperor's body.
"OH, MY!" Elixir almost jumps from the walls of the tower where they are watching. "MY MAIN CARD CANNOT DIE!" she panics, demoting Leon from the trumph card to a main card.
Amon stops her. "DO SOMETHING!" She insisted. The young man looked at her and sighed as he closed his eyes.
He did not argue or rant. He seems to ingest the request.
However, before he was about to leave. Something made him stop.
Elixir was confused so she asked. "I—is there something wrong?"
She added, "I thought you are going to save him?" She said as she walk slowly towards him
"I think that is no longer necessary," Amon responded, so she take a peek to what he is seeing.
She wiped off all the panic, anxiety and distress. The words come out of her mouth. "That's funny; what is she doing there?" she asked.
"Isn't she the useless... Wait. She is that Tamer? The Eternal threader of Cancellation and Manipulation," she said.
The most harmless of all eternal weapons that will tame all kinds of weapons for the sake of perfect destruction is now holding the threader of sickness down.
Slowly, she uses Errol's weapon to return the health and life to Leon's body. Indeed. Ricka can do it. Tame and control, cancel and restart.
Errol fell on his weakening knees, while Leon fell on the floor; she ran to him and took him in her bosom. She fondly tends to him, caressing his face and yet he is still cold and unresponsive to her feelings as usual. He tilted his head away from her. However, a man in that weak state. How can he fight an aggressive act of a desperate lady?
She forcibly kissed him.
And tame the weapon that is draining him on the inside.
Indeed, the kiss is unnecessary but it's relevant for a yearning heart.
"I THOUGHT YOUR WEAPON WAS LOSING ITS ABILITIES? SO WHAT IS THIS? ARE YOU FOOLING US?" The giant asked.
She was silent, not wanting to give him any answers or clarification but a simple statement. "So never underestimate me," she said and added. "Now, leave; this man is mine," she retorted.
Meanwhile, the whispering paradox won't stop cursing in his mind because of how impractical and foolish the man he chooses to be his threader.
He needed her that time. Someone to tend all his wounds, without his wife. It was supposed to be her. In reality, by looking at the whole picture, he needed her the most but all he did was cast her away.
"I am everything you need," she said with her hand on her chest, confidently stating it with a sad expression, although she was showing a fake smile with her lips.
'FAKE IT, FAKE IT,' the thoughts resounded in her head.
The truth he can never deny but keeps on doing so.
She left hurting as before.
"My Lord," Alas's voice was heard.
Leon, with his usual cornered look, said, "You arrived late? Or did you purposely come late?"
"For an honest answer, it was both of the choices." Then he took a bow. Surely a loyal servant that will throw his life for him is good but if this man throws his damn life, who will be his loyal servant now? His existence is beneficial for him so preserving his life is a must. Alas has no chance of winning anyway. Death is the most possible outcome.
"May I?" he asked. Leon, lying on the floor with traces of blood on his mouth, closed his eyes. He swallowed, nodded and grunted for an answer.
Then Alas took his master.
"I have a job for you," Leon said.
"I want you to look for your mistress," he demanded, wanting Hidelga back.
The servant lower his head and starts to defy his master's command.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that," he said. "The current tyrant left the Central Kingdom and will be rerouting near this area. Bringing Hidelga with you or guarding her will be dangerous because of Jonathan," he said.
"I can find her and make sure she's safe up until you can keep her by your side again," Alas suggested.
Leon was silent and slowly, he lowered his demands for what is seen obvious.
"My emotions must have slipped; I almost made irrational decisions," he muttered. How, ironic, he realized it late.
He covered his eyes with his forearm and added. "I'm going to miss my wife."