Brigante Ark - Chapter 170

Alastor decided to have a warm sleep first.

After that, Alastor went to the bathroom. Just as he expected, the water in the bathtub steamed and the temperature rise.

He gasped the moment he sat down on the bathtub. Alastor spread his legs and hang his feet. He closed his eyes and let the tension subside in the hot water.

Alastor almost missed lunchtime. It was the loud ringing of the bell that woke him up. He yawns and stretched his arms.

Alastor wears only the pajama and nothing more. The weight of his items will do no good to him since it is assumed that a manor is a safe place. Instead, he made himself feel at home.

Walking through the long corridor, Alastor turn right, walk down the stairs, and went to the east wing where he entered the dining area.

What she has said, in a single snap, the foods, cutlery, and dishes flew from the kitchen. Alastor quickly ate his meal.

He promptly came back to his room. Alastor dived on his bed and burrowed his face. Moments later, his head lifted where the windows phase the light, naturally, his eyes felt stung from the light, that’s when he noticed a tuxedo plastered on the chair.

He sat up, bent, and observed at the tuxedo. His thoughts spiraled.

Alastor rose and went to the bathroom. He’s going to shower again, only this time he’s going to go for a cold shower. Alastor carefully washes his body, removing stains of dirt, especially between his thighs.

Alastor looked at himself on the cheval glass. It was the unusual thing he has ever seen, the tuxedo he wore is all black, with no designs and less in color. Although, he likes it.

Something appeared again on the chair. A fragrance of some sort, the color of the cologne is in an aquatic blue. Doubting, Alastor pressed the spray cap on his wrist, smelled aromatic, minty, and dewy.

He looked back at the mirror, releasing a sigh.

It was on time the bells chimed when he found the music chamber. The door as if has its own life, opened, welcoming him to come inside. Alastor reluctantly pressed forward.

As soon as he entered, a piece of music came to his ears and the dancing lights of a giant crystal chandelier did not fail to catch Alastor’s attention. His eyes reached the corner. There, the proclaimed beautiful sorceress sat on the bench, her hands playing the keys of a piano.

The jet black wood seamlessly had told so many tales weaves by many hands. Her eyes surveyed the pieces, with her fingers lightly running over the keys, playing in legato as if she already traced and looked upon the next keys to tap on.

The tone is mellow, but as soon as she hits the timber, the rhythm started to transpire into a darker tone as if the curtain has dropped and the ugly nature has been revealed. She poured her soul into the music with passion, mystery, and defiance.

Alastor walked over the corner. A bottle of rum and two bottles of glass perched on top of the piano. He snatched the rum and poured it on the glass.

He drank it in one gulped. It is best to drink the rum in one gulped and savor the taste of the lingering feeling of its sweet nectar on the person’s mouth. At least, that’s what he believes.

The piano came to an end and Noora rose from her seat, but the keys themselves started to play, enchanted by Noora’s magic. She came to him only to steal the rum and pour herself a drink. Noora sat back, her legs crossed. Her dark hair bounced off and flowered over her shoulder, covering her left eye.

Now, out of obstruction, Alastor had a better view of her dress. Noora’s bare skin on her upper body was barely covered. Her bodice was wrapped in pristine violet. Just as her round raven eyes, down to her waistline and to her flounce was all black, lastly, her skirt was slit to show off her long legs.

Alastor took her dressed as a representation of independence and her femme fatale. His eyes never set off on her, admiring her shape, the hourglass body, until their eyes met. He remained an impassive look, didn’t want to make it obvious that he’s startled.

“So, what’s this another charade all about?” he asked, in a desperate attempt to steer her thoughts.

“I just want to talk about some things.” She replied.

“Like what?”

“I would like to propose you a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“I will help you get out of this place on some conditions.”

“Spill.”

It’s not like he has another option for him to deny her request.

“There will be 4 tasks you must complete. One of them might be happening now.”

Alastor raised a brow, “And what is that?”

“Spend half the day with me.”

Surely he can accommodate, “Fine. What are we supposed to do?”

“Talk some things.”

Alastor grunted.

“Come let us dance.” The lady beckons.

As gentleman as he is, Alastor guides the lady. Held her hands with firm and whipped her in the center of the stage, gently catching her hips. Her hands automatically swipe on his shoulder, their hands joined and they started to sway in the clouds of rhythm.

“Tell me, Alastor, are you fond of fairy tales?”

“Never was. I wasn’t the guy who likes reading bedtime stories as such.”

“How boring. Have you ever done anything fun in your entire life?”

“As far as I can remember, I never had a normal life, nor have the luxury to dream, just be indifferent.”

“Everybody can dream, Alastor, even those who were born misfortune.” She continued, “You know, I was never a believer before, I was never interested in everything, ‘till I knew magic. The beauty, its elegance, and grace allude me to becoming a sorceress. But I never have a taste of real magic in my entire life. It was something that even my entire career can never surmise.”

“Real magic?”

“Someone who can make me feel something, that I was meant to be something more than I already am. I believe the right term is having ‘butterflies in the stomach.’ That is.”

“Oh, so you were looking for love? How cute.”

“It was here I had the time to read books and realize the things that I have missed. Most of the time I was the one who saves people, now, I want a prince to come and save me from this desolated realm.”

“I never thought you’re the kind of person who loves and wanted to be a princess of a story.”

“What makes you think of that?”

“You’re powerful, independent, and mostly, you’re beautiful.”

She was lagging for a moment, processing his last word, and she smiled.

“Even a strong woman needs a compassionate and strong partner, someone who can make her feel safe and protected, even though she’s powerful herself.”

He firmly replied, “Fairy tales are dumb, it’s just but a doze of non-sensible hope, a silliness, and an illusionary dream.”

“True, I agree. But it won’t hurt you to have hope and have a dream, it’s what keeps us moving forward.”

Alastor didn’t reply.