Chapter Twelve

"Report to me! What in the world has happened to our last capital of Namor?!"

A man in his age for forty, stepping his foot in hastily, his expression was exaggerated as sweat dripping fast from the forehead. The question was quite obvious, yet it took almost a month for the information to reach the border side.

The fall of Namor which happened a month ago, where now the remaining refugee, pack which not more than a thousand survivors of the whole continent of Namor, battling to their death in an ambush attack.

The moment when this man, who acts as a general who regulates the border, was surprised to receive such unfortunate news, as he still couldn't accept the fallen fate of Namor and demanded an answer from his subordinates who delivered the news.

"Our capital has fallen to another intruder who has crash-landed on top of Her Majesty castle. Resulting in countless injuries, as well as the life of our soldier."

"What did you say?!"

Rather than keep his cool, his action judged the behavior shown as he grabbed on his subordinate collar, throwing his anger for no reason, for someone who shouldn't be the one that get caught in his tantrum.

"Chill out, Gerothive. Your anger won't solve whatever has been happened for a month ago."

A voice came in between the leader and his subordinate conversation. But somehow, the leader's anger begin to dissipate into the thin air as soon he heard the voice of someone that make him tremble, frightened over his existence that decide to get involved in his struggle to accept the long-lost history.

"Whatever happened has happened. We don't possess such ability as time travel to fix our mistake, to alert our past self that enemies are coming,"

"What do you think you're doing by stepping your foot inside my camp, Kitler?!"

Gerothive, a general of the border who'd been named by a young man, goes by the name Kitler. Another mysterious person who possessed unique energy. Rather than choose a side, Kitler was somehow solitary from both sides. A demon? Not exactly when his appearance is more human-like. A feeble human? Doesn't look like one when his aura clearly can be seen even during the daytime.

The flow of dark purple energy that shrouded around his body, tells everyone in this camp that their general successfully provoke him. Step in as he care, but his body language was telling the opposite. His head was wobbling, while the step was rather normal than any human in armor who'd prepare their life for the next scarification.

"Human. There were too smart to judge just by developing their first instinct. Have you gone senile?! I've told you countless times that I wasn't bound to any of these nonsensical wars."

"Freak like you doesn't get to say a thing about us, you better retreat to your lousy cramp house before we decide whatever that has been determined from the first day we meet, Kitler."

"You could've killed me from that day if you have the will to do so, Gerothive. All your men did was nothing but simply just deliver the old news into our ears. What else can you report to us today?"

Kitler sat on the chair which belonged to the general Gerothive. Although his behavior is rather insolent and unmanned. There is no one dare to defy or speak another word to renounce his insolence. Unless you are someone who had a death wish, you may try and think of countless ways to reject his existence into this private gathering.

"Don't worry too much, young man. I didn't intend to spread this news until you decide to do so."

Despite sensing the glance from both all the subordinates and Gerothive himself. Kitler makes clear to them all that nothing will leak out to the ears of demons regarding the news they get earlier. Kitler's interest had a sudden turn when he knew about another intruder that just came a few days ago despite the one who had already vanquished the throne in the capital city.

"So…Is that all? You came here, to the border, just to deliver the old news?" Kitler asks again, the answer he wants still buried inside this young man.

"Permission to speak, sir!" The soldier straightens his power, requesting consent to speak upon his free will.

"Permission granted, soldier! You can speak as what you see's fit in this room."

Gerothive didn't give much attention to another bad news that he's about to hear from the mouth of this soldier. His mind, his eyes are all into Kitler who still acts like a spoiled kid that doesn't give a threat to his armies. But in a matter of fact, Kitler was someone who was more terrified than he could ever imagine.

Their first meeting was during the borderline setup between human and demon territory. When their ancestor fights and gives away their life just to protect the secret that lay in between profane palace in humans and demons territory. Where King already dominate almost everything, Gerothive served directly under Tsukunami command and he possessed a unique skill, wood.

He's the one who prevents another further marching band that came straight out from the dark forest. Dividing the territory by placing a hard stone wall which height hundred to few meters away. Gerothive thoughts he might stop whatever threat or tricks that might be pulled by King in the future, but unfortunately, one particular individual shows out of nowhere, when his territory has been crushed between the barrier made by Gerothieve, caused his glimpse of anger witnessed by Gerothive himself.

Kitler swiftly swings his hand, from a big block of stone that piles up to become a hard concentrated wall, Kitler simply turns everything become ashes as his eyes just stare deadly into frightened Gerothive who still doesn't believe the fact that Kitler could outdo him easily if he wants to.

Time passes as Kitler doesn't want any trouble but leave him alone from this unattached feeling toward both side. He tells Gerothive that he accidentally crush his home during the wall barrier setup, but if Gerothive could allow a space between the wall, where his house is located, Kitler verbally promised Gerothive that he will act as a wall for both sides.

The verbal agreement never will be the proof of whatever has been dealt or sealed as a pact. Gerothive still holds his curiosity as well as the uneasy feelings of aura which emit through Kitler's body. It is something like devils, but on the other side, it's like an angel's aura used by some individual mortals in Namor.

The mystery is still left unsolved, even until the day he died, no one, including Gerothive himself, knows the true identity of Kitler. But all he knew during his dying breath while protecting his country, he saw Kitler take a bow, show respect to his master, proof of he's working under someone, a puppet for the demon beings. But which master does Kitler serve when he already displayed such an infinite amount of powers?