The Second Regiment: The Departure II
Zemislav's POV:
"You don't realize how dangerous it is. It could even lead to mass genocide of your kind if failed to be stopped."
- I said in a remorse tone.
"Especially in a emotional crisis."
- I said in hesitation.
*Eurydice's listening*
"My power, no, that destructive power could lead everyone's demise."
- I said as I lowered my head.
*a moment of silence*
"Ms. Eurydice, my actions shouldn't be regarded as remarkable. It's absolutely imprudent and unethical."
- I said.
*Zemislav's having a hard time looking at his apprentice but still he did*
"Isn't that right, Sir Tigreal?"
- I said while lowering my eyes.
*Tigreal's wondering*
. . .
I couldn't look at them at the eyes because of all the shame that I ever did for the second time in my entire life as a knight.
*trembling, gripping hands*
I let my anger depraved me, and performed an unthinkable actions.
*Zemislav took a moment to look on his wife*
Margarette...
*Margarette's peacefully sleeping*
*gnawing*
. . .
*gnawing stops and looked back at his Apprentice*
I've been expecting my apprentice feedback regarding to my actions.
*Tigreal looks confused*
I know Tigreal can justify my actions accurately.
*smiles in guilt*
I know he can.
. . .
*Tigreal looked confused upon hearing Zemislav's question*
*Tigreal took a moment to talk*
. . .
"There's... nothing wrong with your decisive actions my mentor."
- Tigreal replied in a calm tone.
"What??"
- I surprisingly said in my thoughts.
*Tigreal scratches his hair*
"You were, without a doubt, striking the enemy first before the enemy takes an action."
- Tigreal said calmly.
"My father used to say, that it's better to strike your enemy and take countermeasures on it."
- Tigreal said.
*all were listening, including the anxious Zemislav*
. . .
"And about the magical thingy, I thought you shown that demon a process of intimidation."
- Tigreal said.
*Zemislav gone quiet*
"Based on what I learned during my session with my father, showing intimidation towards your enemy reduces their confidence and will in battle. That's what I thought."
- Tigreal said.
. . .
I guess....
*smirk*
I expected too much eh?
*hmph!*
How foolish I can be?
*laughing in his thoughts*
I'm pretty sure Tigreal's only aware of the spell's omnipotence. How high my expectations are be!
What the f*ck??!
. . .
I took a moment talking to my thoughts on how I expect too much on my apprentice and suddenly....
"But thankfully, mentor Margarette managed to stopped you from going berserk, my dear mentor."
- Tigreal seriously said.
*gasp*
"If mentor Margarette failed to stop you, I don't know what's gonna happen."
- Tigreal said.
! ! !
"Earlier, during times of that omnipotent looking art, it's mesmerically outstanding!!"
- Tigreal said in a childish way.
"It's my first time seeing it in my entire life!"
- Tigreal said in awe.
"Oh right.. here we go again...."
- Zemislav frown in his thoughts.
. . .
"But... every godly-tier spells means a threat."
- Tigreal said seriously.
"If left alone, it could either result mass destruction, and extinction or genocide."
- Tigreal seriously said.
*Zemislav's felt an intense guilt*
"As what you've shown earlier, that spell, is without a doubt, dreadful and life-threatening. If mentor Margarette didn't stop you at that time..."
- Tigreal said seriously.
"I don't know if I'll be able to acknowledge you as my great mentor and warrior anymore."
- Tigreal frankly said.
*Zemislav looked on his apprentice surprisedly*
"Tell me, my dear mentor..."
- Tigreal said calmly.
"You're not mentally prepared on this, ain't it?"
- Tigreal frankly ask.
*silence*
"That's why you let your guard down and let yourself being conquered by your unparalleled anger in you."
- Tigreal said.
*guilt*
*Tigreal crossed his arms in his chest level*
"Letting your emotions run amok and distract you in times of battle would result either Regret or Guilt."
- Tigreal said.
*Zemislav's carefully listening*
"I know you knew, more than anyone here, my dear mentor."
- Tigreal frankly speaking.
"Letting yourself be tainted with your negative emotions in times of drastic measures and decisions are at stake means 'defeat' and worst of all...."
- Tigreal boldly said.
*Zemislav's listening, yet trembling*
"Eternal penitence."
- Tigreal boldly said.
. . .
*Tigreal points his hand towards his mentor*
"Remember that, my dear mentor."
- Tigreal boldly said.
. . .
*feeling ashamed*
*looked on his bold-looking apprentice of his*
*smiles faintly*
*hmph!*
I guess, I was wrong towards you, Tigreal.
*he looked at Tigreal, in a sorry state which made the boy surprised*
*smiles gently in shame*
I judge too quick that I failed to expect those words that actually came out from you.
*Tigreal wondered*
I'm really am naive and an idiotic f*ck*r.....
- - - Meanwhile - - -
( after the moment of silence )
Narrator's POV:
After the midst of silence that indulged the entire room, Zemislav coldly glares at his wife, Margarette.
*cold stare of Zemislav*
"Hey? You Mole-face b*tch?"
- Zemislav coldly said.
*Tigreal and the rest were surprised, comically*
*thunder of surprise sound*
"How long are you gonna pretend like a mummy there, you little piece of f*ck*ng j*ck*ss??"
- Zemislav coldly said.
"? ? ?"
- all regiment members were confused.
Tigreal's POV:
*Tigreal gasp*
What the-??
*Tigreal heard a cold, yet insulting way of treating Margarette by her husband*
Did...
Did mentor Zemislav just speak his wife too....
vulgar?
Narrator's POV:
That moment, another intense moment of awkwardness has dominated the entire room upon hearing Zemislav's vulgarity towards his wife.
*cricket sounds*
Which made them all surprised of Zemislav's attitude.
*crow of awkwardness*
. . .
"Geez!"
- Margarette frowns.
*all of them gasp*
*SNAP!!*
"Really sweety? Why you suddenly act vulgar towards me?"
- Margarette said.
*Margarette woke up from her rest but Zemislav prefer not to respond on her question*
*Zemislav gotten seriously quiet*
*crow of silence*
Margarette felt intensely awkward and uncomfortable on her husband's unusual behavior towards her.
*Margarette laugh awkwardly*
"OooOoohHhh... I see. You're still mad towards me eh?"
- Margarette awkwardly said.
*Zemislav sulks*
*all knights were awkwardly listening to them including the dark elf*
"Oh come on sweety pie, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to-"
- Margarette awkwardly apologized.
*Zemislav glares at his wife, all stern*
"P*ss *ff you B*****!"
- Zemislav comically curses.
*Margarette gasp*
*all of them shocked*
"Wow.... You just literally uttered an unfamiliar swearing rather than b*tch!"
- Margarette comically said.
*Zemislav avoids an eye contact to her*
"You sure know lots of cussing, are you?"
- Margarette blankly and comically said.
*Zemislav's grumping childishly*
*awkward sounds*
*Margarette feels awkward*
"So, umm.... Sweety... It seems you've been watching me the entire time. I must've made you worried."
- Margarette said cutely.
*Zemislav's pissed, comically*
"F*** *FF! I'm not even concerned about you!"
- Zemislav coldly said.
*Zemislav's natural stern eyes are rolling*
*hmph!*
"Eh?? Well, have you taken a rest already? You see, it seems you haven't-"
- Margarette awkwardly said.
*Zemislav glares at his wife, all that horrifying stern look of his*
"Rest is for the Weak, you b*****..."
- Zemislav coldly said.
*Margarette and the others were shocked*
"WHAT THE F-!?"
- all reacted since they are all resting on the corner.
*Margarette laughs awkwardly*
"You sure does... mad at me so much that you used 'that' word again."
- Margarette said awkwardly.
"Shut the f*** up! P***** ***, *** ****** ******!!!"
- Zemislav's said insultingly, comically.
*thunder of surprised sounds,
*Margarette's greatly shocked, all of them shocked*
"I.... I must've angered him too much of saying those words earlier."
- Margarette wondered guilty.
*crow of awkwardness*
. . .
*Margarette hands slither on her angry Zemislav's arms and now clings on him*
"Sweety, please forgive me okay? I didn't know those words greatly hurt you."
- Margarette cutely apologized.
*Zemislav's pouting childishly, still no response*
"I... I was too occupied back then and I didn't realized that my words greatly insulted you."
- Margarette cutely apologized.
*Zemislav remains unresponsive*
"I know already that you're sensitive guy despite having a stern look on you. I'm so sorry I went too far on saying those words without reconsidering the fact that you're sensitive person. I'm so sorry okay?"
- Margarette cutely apologized.
*Zemislav slowly diverted his eyes to her*
After the moment of intense silence towards Zemislav, he finally have the courage to look his wife.
*cold stare of Zemislav*
*Margarette gulps due to anxiousness*
Zemislav's born with natural, stern look on his face. No matter how much he tries to be funny, people still regarded him as strict due to his expression.
*Margarette trembles in fear, comically*
Zemislav stands and he closed his distance to his wife, that's now sitting on the bed.
*sits*
Margarette is trembling greatly, now that she saw his husband's super serious, and stern face of his.
*drip*
*drop*
She's sweating and shivering nonstop as she glanced on her husband's face.
Zemislav reaches his hand towards Margarette.
*Margarette's shivering in fear*
"Oh God! What's going to happen to me now?"
- Margarette said scaredly in her thoughts.
The moment when Margarette closed her eyes, she's surprised.
"! ! !"
- Margarette's surprised.
". . ."
- Zemislav's still unresponsive.
The moment she opens her eyes, she saw that her husband, Zemislav, is hugging her tightly. Maragrette left speechless.
*deep exhale*
"How could I be able to resist your cute charm, Sweetheart? Of course, I forgive you no matter what."
- Zemislav said in a heart-warming tone.
*Margarette's surprised*
"I don't care what you throw at me, I still loved you to Infinity. And I, always forgive you, remember that."
- Zemislav said in a calm tone
*Zemislav hugged her tightly*
"Sweet... sweety pie...."
- Margarette's moved.
. . .
- - Minutes have passed - -
( after the lovey-dovey vibe )
All of them are in their proper place...
Zemislav sits back to his chair, Margarette lays on her bed, Eurydice stands near the pillar, Barry leans on the wall, Tigreal sits on the bed, and other knights were laying on the floor.
. . .
Silence is once again dominates the entire room but suddenly, it breaks once Zemislav gasp and looked towards Eurydice, confusedly.
Eurydice started to creep out due to Zemislav's sudden reactions.
"Wha... what's the matter, si... Sir? Is there anything I can-"
- Eurydice uncomfortably ask.
"You...."
- Zemislav seriously said.
*Eurydice confused by Zemislav's reaction*
"How many years, no, probably centuries, have you been sealing those twins in your womb?"
- Zemislav seriously said.
*Eurydice gasp so as the rest of the people*
"Wha-...! What do you mean Sir? I... I don't understand what you are trying to imply just now."
- Eurydice confusedly ask.
*all of them are started to get confused*
"Ms. Eurydice... Or let's just say Mrs. Eurydice for proper addressing..."
- Zemislav seriously said.
*Eurydice is carefully listening*
"Physical appearance can fool someone's perspective but not the Abyssal Aura that every dark elves resides within them."
- Zemislav said.
"! ! !"
- Eurydice surprised.
"As what I have detected, I sense 2 Abyssal auras within you, especially in the womb part."
- Zemislav said.
*Eurydice's still in shock*
*smiles*
"Like I said, I have the ability to detect the Abyss, no matter what form it may be. It could be the victim, the corrupted, presence, or even demons, the abyss cannot easily fool me."
- Zemislav said.
*Tigreal's jumps to the topic*
"What... What do you mean, mentor Zemislav? I... I don't understand what you are saying."
- Tigreal asked.
"I agree with Sir Tigreal. What do this abyss thing ever involved in being pregnant of Ms. Eurydice?"
- Margarette ask out of curiosity.
*Zemislav sighs*
"I'm sorry for saying it confusedly. But before I explain things, let me ask first Mrs. Eurydice about something."
- Zemislav said.
*Zemislav faces the confused Eurydice*
"How many years, decades, or even centuries have you been carrying those twins in your womb?"
- Zemislav confusedly ask.
*all of them gone quiet*
"Wha.... what nonsense were you blabbering sir? You know that elves, or even any other races aren't capable of such things, such as prolonging the birthing process."
- Eurydice said in panic.
"Yes... I'm completely aware Mrs. Eurydice. That's why I'm curious."
- Zemislav seriously said.
*Eurydice gasp*
"Like you, it's too fishy to me. That anyone is capable of prolonging the birthing process."
- Zemislav seriously said.
"And also, I've never heard that elves or even dark elves are capable of bearing a baby for so many years, unless you casted a sealing magic to prolong it."
- Zemislav said.
*Eurydice gasp and started to feel a little anxious*
"Fooling and playing mockery tricks in front of me is futile, especially to someone whose lineage linked to Abyss."
- Zemislav said frankly.
*Eurydice's shivering in fear*
"I've coexist with the elves and learned their differences towards both races in my early years. There's no way a mere simple excuse falters my research experience."
- Zemislav said.
"So, that's it. Mrs. Eurydice, please be honest with yourself. If you successfully fooled others with your appearance, it's a complete different to me."
- Zemislav cheerfully said.
"I'm not like them who gets fooled by physical appearance."
- Zemislav said seriously.
*Zemislav let's out a cheerful expression with extreme seriousness has carved*
*Eurydice was left in silence*