a moving corpse

" young Master ! "

" young Master ! "

As Lorad muttered under his breath, he quickly realized that someone was calling him. He turned around to see that the guard , whose name he had forgotten, was rushing towards him with the carriage they had been in when they came in the morning.

Lorad's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to recall the guard's name. He had only met him briefly earlier this morning , and the chaos of today had made it difficult to remember. Nevertheless, he put on a polite smile and waited for the guard to catch up .

" Ah, Good sunset , I think. ," Lorad greeted the guard as he approached. "I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten your name. Could you remind me? "

But the guard's expression seemed a little strange as he said in a heavy voice " Are you really the young master ? "

A great deal of anger rose in Lorad's face. The guard had been calling him, and he could even hear his voice from across the street, but now he was telling him, Is it really the young master ?, But he cannot be blamed for that. Lorad could not see his current appearance.

Lorad's current appearance was like a moving corpse, his skin very pale, as if he had suffered from severe anemia.

His eyes were sunken and lifeless, with dark circles underneath them. His usually vibrant and lively hair was now dull and lifeless, hanging limply around his face. His once muscular frame had become thin and frail, as if all his strength had been drained from him.

When he gained his gift , all he felt was weakness and a dull headache. He couldn't see his skin turning pale, his thoughts were too distracted to notice it , So he was surprised by the guard's reaction .

Lorad's anger quickly turned into confusion and concern as he realized the guard's reaction was not due to his forgetfulness, but rather his current appearance. He reached up to touch his face, feeling the coldness of his skin and the lack of vitality in his features.

I... I don't understand," Lorad stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What has happened to me?"

The guard hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Young master, it seems that something has affected your health. You were perfectly fine this morning, but now... it's as if life has been drained from you."

Lorad's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. He couldn't recall any event or illness that could have caused such a drastic change in his appearance. Panic started to rise within him, but he forced himself to remain calm .

Suddenly a hint appeared in his mind and he thought that his gift was the reason, as he knew nothing about it except its description, but he quickly put that idea to the back of his mind and said "It would be better to discuss this at home. It's already getting dark."

"y...yes" The guard with blond hair and blue eyes paused for a moment before leading Lorad towards the luxury carriage.

...

The carriage is in front of a huge palace.

The majestic palace loomed before them, its imposing structure bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. As Lorad alighted from the carriage, the weight of his changed appearance bore down upon him. His reflection in the polished marble floor confirmed the guard's words - his skin was pallid and ghostly, his eyes sunken and devoid of their usual spark.

Lorad stood before the imposing palace gates, the weight of his changing appearance and the turbulent feelings within him threatening to overwhelm him. He needed to see his father, but the thought of facing him in his current state filled him with fear and a strange sense of hope.

His hatred for his father has been a festering wound for years, fueled by past injustices and a deep sense of betrayal. However, at this moment he had many questions. Firstly, why did he tell him to appear before the council that he had a Class C gift or knew something about his ability and if this was a side effect of it? Secondly, he was working as a scientist. Who else could his health condition be diagnosed, Lorad felt. With a flash of longing for his father's presence. He was desperate for answers, someone to guide him through this uncharted territory, and the only person who might have the knowledge he sought was the man he hated.

"Where is earl Sostini?" Lorad inquired of the guard, his voice barely a whisper. He did not call Baltimos my father except in special cases

The guard moved uncomfortably with his eyes closed. "young master ," he began hesitantly, "the grand master Sostini left the palace this morning on an urgent business. He is expected to return within the next few days."

The setting sun cast long shadows on the palace grounds, creating an eerie atmosphere that mirrored the turmoil within Lorad. He knew that his father was not currently in the palace, having been summoned for an urgent matter. This made him face a difficult choice.

Should he delay his search for answers, wait for his father to return, and risk worsening his condition?

The urgency of his situation weighed heavily on him. He feared that if he delayed for too long, the strange power flowing through him might completely consume him, leaving him a mere shell of his former self.