Hurricane

Receiving the new dresses from the famous boutique at the capital, Count Richter beckoned to Grams, the house’s butler. He, who aren’t expecting such expensive dresses to come had a furrow on his face. Because he thought that Kiha had already changed, he didn’t expect her to lavish her money with some dresses and pieces of jewelry.

“That child, I thought she will never do something like this. I thought I lost her.” Count Richter mumbled as he look at his wife, Kalyna who’s caressing their youngest daughter’s hair.

It’s been a while since Kanna opened her eyes, the physician told them that only a wizard can help them as Kanna was attacked by a wizard too. Her pink straight hair that resemble the beautiful tree of sakura was stunningly laying on the bed. Her fair skin had become pale and her chubby is nowhere to be found. In short, Kanna’s condition is worsening time by time.

“Ever since the day she went to the dining room wearing only her nightgown, my heartache for the first time. As if the child named Kiha will no longer stretch her small arms to me.” He continued. The tears that are threatening to flow down his cheek stopped midway as Grams, the butler hurriedly open the door.

Kalyna, who’s looking at the Count with a worried face hastily looks at the butler. Grams looks overwhelmed and worried at the same time. He never showed something like that before, and it made the couple’s face distorted.

“Lady Kiha, she must be sleeping inside the punishment room as her shield mana are scattered all over the hallway. No one can get past it as it was strong enough to create a huge wind.” Grams words made the Count’s body tremble. He knew it was the same that week when Kiha fainted and couldn’t wake up, no one could take a step as her mana is all over the place, it sent them in the air.

“Send an emergency letter to the Grimaldi Duchy, let Rhysand and Kalen know that Kiha’s trapped inside the punishment room, now!” Panicked, the Countess fell on the floor. This month has been very chaotic that it stressed her so much.

Her eldest daughter’s personality is different, and the youngest was bedridden. Rumors about the House collapsing aren’t easily get ridden. And their eldest daughter’s personal maid who act like a noble lady by attending tea parties and going in and out and didn’t even do any household chores. Czarina was their eldest daughter’s personal maid and the only person that can calm her down.

Precious as she is, Kiha even made an oath before the Emperor that she will kill anyone that harm and look down at Czarina. Even though the house of Sein has already been banished from the Empire 2 decades ago, Kiha never let other nobles look down at Czarina by giving her position to her. Her position in the dining room, in the carriage, and even gave the dresses she always wanted. That’s how important that child is to Kiha.

“Your Grace, we sent a message using a magic crystal, he said he will come immediately.” After saying this, The butler together with the Count went to the upper floor where the punishment room is.

Count Richter’s eyes widened as he feels a heavy atmosphere the moment he took a step on the third floor. Hurricane starts forming the second it senses someone’s mana. It was the use of it, after all, to shoo the people attempting to go inside the empty punishment room.

Putting both of his hands on his face to protect his eyes from the huge wind, the butler flew away as the Count grabbed hold onto the railings of the stairs. “This is far stronger than I expected, we need a wizard!” The Count shouted loud enough to create chaos inside the house. Furniture is flying, the servants are fighting the strong wind until they flew away. They are worried about Kiha.

They always are. She’s just not aware of anything as her eyes are solely focused on one person.

The wind faded away as soon as the Count took a step backward. Their faces are wounded as the flying vase breaks, sending a piece of broken vase onto the thin air. It’s stronger, Kiha’s stronger than he expected her to be.

On the other hand, Rhysand and Kalen panicked the moment they heard the news. They didn’t know, none of them are aware of Kiha’s mana except the Count so the news about Kiha’s strong mana scattered all over the hallway are unexpected.

“Prepare the carriage now!” His loud voice startled his servants. No one has ever seen him this angry, he must be flustered by how strong the young lady is. Kalen move hurriedly as he thought of yesterday’s fight between the Count and Kiha.

“She’s probably angry,” Kalen said as he hopped inside the carriage. It was him who first heard the news, and he didn’t expect her to run wild because she’s jealous of someone. He definitely saw the Count help Czarina instead of her own daughter that’s probably Kiha’s source of jealousy.

“We don’t have much time.” He’s not the type to panic because of this and so did Rhysand. But his face is weird, surprised, worried, and anger. That fills Rhysand’s face at the same time. “Let’s use this magic tool.” As Rhysand said, he throw something in the air making a hole.

A second later, they arrived at the Richter Territory. In front of the house. It’s faster than Kalen expected. ‘Rhysand must be worried. This is so unlike him.’ He thought so when he noticed an open window of the punishment room.

“Young Masters, you should help the Count. He’s already severely wounded because of the broken vase flying around the third floor. He also injured his right arm when he flew away a few times.” The butler’s panic voice resounded in their ear.

“I’m going in,” Rhysand said as he hastily enter the house. His eyes twitch by the sight of broken vases and wounded servants. Furniture is all over the place. “This strong?” He mumbled as he saw the state of the house.

“Your Grace!” Rhysand shouted as he arrived on the second floor. The Count’s state isn’t good. His elegant demeanor is nowhere to be found as he is now full of wounds all over his body. His well-knit clothes are now torn apart.

Rhysand run towards the Count as he helped him sit properly. His hand is on his stomach which has a broken glass dug on it.

“Rest first. I’ll check on her.” As he said this, he stood up but then he feels something on the hem of his clothes. It was the Count’s hand. He put a wry smile he mumbled something didn’t reach the young Grand Duke’s ear.

Heading to the third floor, Rhysand save all of his mana on his stomach as he released it all the moment he took a step forward. The huge wind is known as a hurricane hurriedly came towards him, shooing the unwelcomed guest. He closed one of his eyes as he hardly took a step forward. Again, broken glasses flew in his way as they cut him deep on the cheek.

An unexpected hurricane came into him, the wind is stronger than he assumed. He released his mana even more as he made his way to the punishment room, he didn’t stop even if the broken glass cut his face and clothes. He felt alarming electricity down his spine as sweat broke down his forehead. He can’t feel her anywhere. He can’t. He knew she wasn’t there but still, he couldn’t stop and so he continue.

He’s becoming desperate without knowing. The wind sends him flying in the air but he fights it. He used his shield to protect himself from the threatening wind that can cut him off. It wasn’t a normal wind but a wind full of the sharp invisible blades. This isn’t the first this happen as he experience this too when he visited her right after her accident.

“Stupid Rhysand, hastily releasing all his mana without checking the opponent. Let me handle this wind, I’ll cover you so open the room and stop this deadly hurricane.” Luriel, the Crown Prince said as he took a step forward, shielding Rhysand so that he can check the room.

Smiling, Luriel looks at him. He put a sly grin on his face as he made his way to the punishment room. Fire surrounded his hand, he burn the doorknob and roughly open the door and there he saw another hurricane at the center of the room.

He carefully walked toward the hurricane, alarmed that a blade might fly into him. But there isn’t, ‘I guess she isn’t that cruel, huh.’ He thought as he made his way to the center.

Frowning, he saw a small relic at the center. Kneeling, he carefully touches the relic when electricity travels all over his body, sending a faint vision.

‘It’s him.’ As if proving his instinct, the hurricane stop as soon as he released the relic from his hand. A small piece of paper flies down the floor with the name written on it.

“Raphael Mitchell.”