A New Path - Chapter 233

The apartment complex was silent, all you heard was your footsteps and the muffled laughter from the people walking by down on the street. Amell, Lupus and Jugo with the drunk Emilio on his back stood in front of a white door in a small corridor with three other apartment doors. Amell knocked and his knock resounded throughout the corridor. It took a few seconds, but light and quick footsteps were heard from inside. They heard the lock on the door unlock and as the door was opened they were met with a worried but also excited looking little girl.

“DADDY!” She screamed prematurely but stopped when she saw Amell, who in her eyes was as tall as a giant. His heigh stretched over two hundred centimetres and she started backing off.

“Do not worry, child. We have your father here, we came to deliver him.” Amell said and made way for Jugo. When the small girl saw Emilio sleeping on Jugo, her smile came back.

“Lisa! Step back!” A woman came walking from inside the apartment and placed her daughter behind her back.

“What do you want?” She glared at the strange party at the door. Amell smiled and nodded and gestured towards Emilio, “I believe we have something that belongs to you, miss!” He moved out of the way so Jugo could walk inside.

“Oh, Emilio! Thank you so much, we were so worried! P-Please, come inside!” She said quickly. All worry seemed to disappeared once she saw him and she invited them inside without hesitation.

“Please, put him down on the couch in the living room.” She guided Jugo. Amell bowed down and walked inside the apartment. He was almost too tall to walk inside the apartment, so he finally got some perspective on how normal people usually saw him.

Jugo placed Emilio down on the couch and turned to his wife, “He is quite the heavy drinker. He could barely walk when we met him.” He laughed a little, and his calm and cheerful demeanour helped calm her down about the fact that she had just invited three strangers into her apartment with her daughter present.

“That’s not unusual for him. He can hold his liquor most days, but sometimes he kind of forgets about limits and whatnot and start consuming all alcohol around him. Last time this happened, he was gone for three days and we didn’t hear a word from him.”

“Then it is lucky that he ran into us instead of someone with ill intentions. In his state, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself at all.” Amell came walking in with Lupus behind him looking apathetic as she looked around the apartment.

“Indeed it is. My name is Angela. Who are you, people? I don’t know many that would go out of their way to help someone in this city.” Angela performed a small courteous bow towards the group.

“I am a wizard and a member of Fairy Tail,” Jugo said and showed his guild mark that was stamped on the back of his left hand. “This tall man behind me is my master, Amell. And this beautiful woman is my lady, you can call her Lupus!” Jugo did splendidly at introducing everyone. Angela nodded to them all and breathed a sigh of relief that a mage had picked her husband up. Wizards were mostly universally trusted on this continent by the civilians.

“Fairy Tail, huh, I won’t say I’m surprised. Your guild has quite the history with our beautiful city. Do you know about it?” Angela seemed genuinely interested in this. She took Lisa in her arms and sat down on the couch next to Emilio.

“Sort of. I suppose you are referring to the eight Saint?” Jugo said and tried hard not to laugh out loud by the fact that the eight Saint stood right behind him.

“Exactly! Emilio is a member of the magic council and I think I’ve heard every tale and legend about the eight Saint that exists. He is quite the fanatic fan!” Angela said while stroking the cheek of her husband.

“Oh, so he’s a council member? Is he high ranked?” Amell asked excitedly. He needed to talk to the council about his absence. He didn’t care for his Saint duties that much but he was a member and he felt slightly bad about disappearing for so long and informing no one at the council about it.

“Not at headquarters, no. But he is the Captain of the council’s branch office in Saint city.” Angela answered with a smile. She became somewhat of an open book when Jugo was revealed to be a wizard of Fairy Tail since those guys were pretty well known for being chaotic but also very kind to strangers.

“I see, too bad. I suppose I have no choice but to go to headquarters directly.” He sighed out loud and sat down in a chair that was almost too small for him.

“Mister Amell, was it? What is it you do, if you don’t mind me asking.” As Angela’s words left her mouth her expression suddenly turned panicky. She turned her gaze to a small statue on the coffee table right next to her. Then she looked at Amell again. “A-According to legends, the eight Saint was named Portgas D Amell. I-If you don’t mind me asking, again, what is your full name, Sir?” She stared intently at the giant man sitting casually in her favourite chair.

“Portgas D Amell, miss Angela!” He said with a smile as he met her gaze. Angela lost feeling and control of every limb she had and she fell on the floor while still holding onto Lisa.

“I-I can’t believe this! The Eight Saint i-is in my apartment! Am I dreaming? Or am I in Emilio’s dream!” Angela looked at her husband then slapped herself across the face so it left a big bright mark on her cheek.

“Calm down, Angela. You are not dreaming, this is all just a coincidence. We ran into your husband and came to deliver him here, that’s all that happened. Now, do you need something,” Jugo looked at Lupus, “Go get her some water!” He said and Lupus nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. While all of this was going on, Lisa sat in the lap of her mother completely confused about what was going on. She was too young to comprehend what kind of situation she was in.

Lupus quickly came back with a glass of water in hand and gave it to Jugo, who gave it to Angela. “Here, drink this and also, breath.” His voice was calm and soothing so Lisa started even feeling tired from it. She leaned her head against the chest of her mother and closed her eyes to sleep.

“L-Legends say you died? Rumours speak about Fairy Tail freezing your body below their guild building. Is any of these true? Have you been frozen all these years?” Angela did the only thing she could think of, trying to confirm what her husband would most likely want to know should he ever meet the Eight Saint.

“I had no idea rumours like that floated around about me. No, the guild didn’t freeze me anywhere. I am as healthy as I was back when I was an active wizard.” Amell flexed his arms jokingly at her.

“A-About that! How are you alive? Legends about you were told to me by my grandpa. You have been someone this city has adorned for over a century. You should be dead, or at least a very old man. But my husband looks older than you.” Angela inspected every detail of his face, and she could honestly admit that he looked to be in his early forties, and very handsome. He looked nothing like someone that should be well over a hundred years old if legends are to be believed.

“A very old man, I am. Honestly, I stopped counting a long time ago, but I think I recently passed five hundred years old.” Amell said casually, but this time it wasn’t just Angela who gave him a look. Even Jugo looked at him, but he said nothing since he was used to Amell being anything but human.

“F-Five hundred!! How?” Her voice shaky beyond belief.

“Imagine Zeref, he has walked this earth for four hundred years. Magic is strange, that’s all I can say. Zeref has eternal life through magic, and to make this easy to understand, so have I.” Amell wouldn’t start ranting about how Zeref is cursed and what not. Saying that magic was responsible for it was much easier, and it wasn’t a complete lie either. Though Amell’s immortality had nothing to do with magic. He had immortality directly from the fountain of immortal life. Only very few beings in existence could truly kill him. Powerful curses were one thing that could nullify his immortality, though no one in this world had that kind of firepower, even the God that cursed Zeref wouldn’t be able to curse Amell. You would need to find truly powerful Gods to kill Amell completely.

“I-I need to rest,” Angela said and with the help of Jugo, stood up on her feet. “Lupus, take Angela to her bedroom and make sure she gets into bed,” Amell said to his red-haired maid. She nodded and took Angela by the arm and started leading her away towards the bedroom.

“You are quite the celebrity on this continent.”

“I suppose so. My fame just kind of snowballed, you know. One day you kill a dragon and suddenly you’re world-famous.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into the chair.

“I will step out for a second, stay with them. I need to talk to Emilio tomorrow, so make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or something, you never know with these heave drinkers. Also, try and get some sleep as well, you need to be rested by tomorrow.” Amell said and stood up. He walked over to the front door and opened it up. “sleep tight!” He said before stepping out of the apartment.

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