Chapter 6 Title: The Passing Train
The forest swayed along as if following the boy’s pace as he walked back and forth impatiently.
“What is taking Lucas so long?” The blonde-haired boy shone under the moonlight, filled with anxiety. He had been concerned about his friend’s whereabouts for a while now, and gnawed on the insides of his mouth as he waited on the brink of chasing after his friend’s trace and staying put.
He peered over the bushes, at the deteriorated mansion and groaned. “Should I go in…?” He shook his head, quickly rejecting the idea. “No, Lucas might come and find me missing. I’ll stay put for a bit more…”
His head turned back sharply when he heard a rustle but to find that it was just an animal.
“A fox…? No...” Its glimmering blue eyes stared at him gallantly, exerting immeasurable pressure. “...I greet the noble and...loyal protector of the North Wind.”
In the kingdom, there are four royal Dukedoms each blessed with powers of four different, but extremely powerful, spirit tribes. The North has the White Wolf tribe, the South has the Emerald Deer tribe, the West with the Golden Lions, and the East with the Diamond Peacock tribe. It is said that four future heirs of the Dukedoms wielded powers granted by the spirits themselves–though it shortens their lifespans if constantly used.
But because there were many villains trying to obtain power for themselves, the four
tribes hid themselves supported by the power of the four noble Duke families. It was extremely rare to encounter them.
‘But this is the West, so what is a wolf from the North doing here?’
The wolf’s cool eyes made Mikaela stare back. Out of nowhere, the wolf laid down on the grass and placed his two front paws neatly in front of him as if asking Mikaela to step forward. Its posture was relaxed in this situation which was the opposite of Mikaela’s who wanted to step out as quickly as possible. His mind was set on departing from on spot to search for Lucas.
“What is it that you seek, intelligent young one?”
Mikaela flinched when he heard the wolf speak softly without opening its mouth.
“P-pardon?”
“In other words, what are you so anxious about, young one?” It tilted its head, soft blue light vibrating off of its glamorous fur.
“...Excuse my rudeness, but I’m in an urgent situation right now.” Another explosion set off right after he finished. “I have to find my friend who’s still in that building.”
“I see…do you require a hand?”
He almost stumbled. Him? Ask for help from a member of a legendary wolf clan? Impossible. “I-I’ll be alright. Excuse me.”
He dashed off with the wolf tailing him. The two were silent the whole time as Mikaela jumped back into the dilapidated mansion that lost its former grandeur, not knowing what to say to the wolf.
“...what does he look like?”
“Black hair with golden eyes.” Mikaela answered, scouting the area ahead. “And–how should I address you?”
“”Sir Wolf” is fine,”
“Alright, Wolf,”
Any hint of humbleness vanished from his words which the wolf accepted, astonishingly, without any arrogance or complaints.
“I see, I’ll search this way then.” He directed his nose to the East Wing that was already in shambles and they separated. It felt so natural, as if they were partners for a long time.
‘It’s still weird, though. What would a North Wolf be doing in the West?’
He skidded to a stop at the sight of a familiar back and grinned. “Lu–!”
Lucas suddenly collapsed onto his knees with a pale face. Mikaela’s eyes shifted towards the scene displayed in front of Lucas. The Baron was thrown onto the ground by the Duke. He looked back at Lucas who looked as if he wanted to vomit, clamping his hand over his mouth at the blood spreading across the dusty marble floor.
“Lucas,” he called out. Lucas, startled by the sudden comfort, turned around, half relieved and half-shaken.
“Mikaela,” his voice wavered.
“Don’t worry about that man.” Mikaela eyed the Duke. “He’s back up.”
“...I heard.”
“He won’t harm us.”
“I know.”
“So then, what’s wrong?” He bent down and looked into Lucas’s eyes.
“...I just...was a bit surprised.”
“Don’t worry! We’re saved now!” Mikaela said, grinning and spreading out his arms and letting them fall to his side. “We can go anywhere we want now! The Duke will take care of us!”
“Duke…?” His mind spun around bizarrely. “The Duke?”
The Duke cleared his throat. “My apologies for alarming you so suddenly.”
“I-it’s…” his vision swayed and his head felt as if it was about to explode all of a sudden. “I-I’m fine…”
“Lucas?” Mikaela held his burning hand, and jumped at the high temperature. “Quick! We need to fetch a physician!”
“I-I’m...alright…”
With those last words, he toppled over and landed in Mikaela’s arms.
“Lucas!”
***
“I’ve ordered people to secure your sister.” A deep voice said. “Your parents will be dealt with separately….want to exterminate them, or leave them alive and just hand them some gold?”
“Some gold will do.” The familiarity of the voices made him stir. “Just silence them….announce that I’m your adopted son yet?”
“I’m planning on your first debut along with Lucas’s….to make it during the North Winter ceremony, or during the Fall festival, which is in a month. That’s where all the family heads of the Dukedoms will be present…will be attending.”
“The Fall festival sounds fine….shouldn’t delay it for too long.”
“Then we’ll have to order some customized clothes for you both….the most expensive designer.”
“Oh, and I also want you to find an opportunity to isolate this person…” the voice turned into a bare whisper that sounded inaudible then rose back up again. “I’ll handle her…. bring her here.”
The room looked dim and bleary, then clear when he blinked a few times. The ceiling that he woke up to was adorned with jewels and intricate designs, unfamiliar to him. He moved his hands slowly to feel a soft texture underneath him. It felt as if he was being swallowed by softness and sinking into the comfort of this luxury that he can’t get up from.
“Oh! Lucas, you’re awake.” A soft smile greeted him, and twinkling bell blue eyes gazed at him adoringly.
“W-where..am I? What is this?” His hands kept groping the silk blanket that felt so precious and smooth that it seemed as if it’ll slip out of his hands if he let go.
“This is a Winurasten manor in Louisville, a city near the border of the West and the North.” The tall man next to Mikaela answered kindly.
“Um...am I...supposed to call you ‘Uncle’ from now on?” Lucas asked. It sounded a bit rude considering the fact that he was still lying in bed, and his hand kept on touching the blankets uncontrollably, as if enchanted by the softness he never felt before in his life.
“If you feel uncomfortable and awkward about that, you don’t have to worry about that.” The Duke said quickly.
“N-no it’s–ah!” When he attempted to rise up, he felt a burning sensation in his arm and immediately sank back down.
“Lucas, do you want to rest some more?” Mikaela said, disrupting their stiff mood.
“No, I’m fine–”
“You heard him, right, Duke?” Mikaela said, blocking out Lucas’s sentence. “He says that he wants to rest. You can leave now.”
“What? When did he?”
Before he knew it, he found himself being pushed out of the room by the blonde haired boy with an innocent smile.
“Mikaela…” Lucas began.
“Your welcome,” Mikaela intoned, locking the door behind him. “It’s a good thing that I kicked him out, right? You must have a lot of questions, don’t you? And,” he glanced at Lucas’s hands that was still probing the blankets unconsciously, “you must really like that blanket.”
“Huh?” Lucas exclaimed, then quickly grabbed his hand off of it. “A-anyway...are we now officially part of the Duke’s family?”
“Yup, but don’t worry. Our first names won’t change, only our living environment will.”
“...I see,” a sudden thought struck him with guilt. “W-what about the orphans? What happened to them? We have to ask the Duke to save them!”
“I informed him about that as well, and he said not to be concerned. Since Baron Buballavier has fallen with his land and title stripped away, all his possessions are confiscated, and we now own this area that he used to control.”
“I see...so the Duke gained some land from this incident as well.” Lucas smiled a little. “I'm glad that we were able to do something for him; because he saved us, he earned stuff as well.”
“What are you talking about?” Mikaela’s brows furrowed. “He doesn’t own it, we do.”
It was as if lightning crashed down on him. “What?! We do?!”
“Yup! Isn’t that great?” Mikaela said happily, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “Now we can do what we want and help the ones in need! We can even order people to build a house for the orphans if we want to!”
“But...I don’t...I don’t like the idea of ruling over our town that we lived in for so long.” Lucas said truthfully. “I...I don’t feel like I’m up for it. What if something goes wrong? What if I become so drunk in power that I become a tyrant?”
“You have me,” Mikaela placed his hand on Lucas’s and scooched closer. “As long as we’re both together, we can do anything. I’ll keep you sane, and you can keep me sane. Isn’t that what we’ve always done?”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Lucas broke into a grin. “I’m glad that we didn’t get separated.”
“That won’t ever happen. I won’t let it happen.”
***
“Mikaela,” Lucas called out to the boy next to him. “Mikaela? Mikaela!”
“Hm?” The blonde boy blinked. “What’s up?”
“Nothing...it's just that...you seemed a little vacant, staring into space.” Lucas replied, closing his textbook. It’s been a couple of weeks since they arrived at the Duke’s mansion in the North, and he could now move his arm flexibly without feeling a shot of pain rising. “You’ve been doing that ever since we arrived at the estate.”
Mikaela, being reticent, had been blank as a white sheet of paper lately, dozing off into the far away distance. “Was I?”
This situation felt as if it was repeated which seemed laughable to Lucas.
‘Where have I encountered this scene before?’
“Sorry, I was just...pondering about something.” Mikaela looked around at their surroundings and sighed. “So much has happened and changed. We used to be boys who ran around the streets and now we’re suddenly nobles. How funny is that? Who would’ve thought that life would change so drastically with one fateful encounter.”
Sitting in a luxurious garden with tall rose bushes and drinking tea worth two years of a commoner’s regular salary was something that they never dared to dream of. The flowers and large expansive fields of grass extended to the point where they can still see the color green far away.
“I never thought that the Duke’s estate would be this big.” Lucas said. “It makes me shocked to the point where I’m scared to touch a teacup. You don’t know how much they’re actually worth.”
Mikaela laughed. “The Duke is rich–he wouldn’t bat an eye if you broke a teacup that belonged to a king in front of him.”
“Money really is great, isn’t it?” Lucas said with nostalgia. “It’s totally different from before. It’s as if we’re brought into a whole new world.” He sat up. “But still though, the noble world is a lot more than just dressing up and attending tea parties everyday like I imagined. Who would’ve thought that we would have to study? Look at all this!” He rattled the handful of sheets in his hands.
“You aren’t good at studying at all now, aren’t you?” Mikaela sniggered.
“Hey! Not everyone is book smart like you!”
“You’re not that good at swords either,” Mikaela added and Lucas flushed even more.
“I-I’ll train harder! It’s not my fault! I got injured and had to stay in bed for days, so you got a head start.” Lucas countered with a pointed nose.
“Wow~! What a great noble attitude, young master!” Mikaela teased him, chuckling. “You’re becoming more and more like what a young master of a Duchy should be! What a model student!”
“Shut up! Stop making fun of me,” Lucas groaned. “And plus, aren’t you also one of the young masters of the Duchy? Although I’m the one who’s going to inherit this whole thing though.” He waved his hand to all the land in front of him and slumped onto the table. “It’s too much. I’ll just give you half of it, or you can just take all of it. Or better yet, you can manage all the state affairs and I’ll just laze around.”
“I’ll certainly do it better than you,” Mikaela said and sipped from his cup. “Just kidding. It’s too troublesome being a Duke–and a Grand Duke at that. And plus, you’re the one with the Winurasten blood–not me. I was just adopted by the current Grand Duke. A lot of nobles won’t acknowledge me because of my past.”
“If it’s like that, then wouldn’t I be treated as an outcast as well?”
“You won’t, since you’ve got the blood flowing through you.” Mikaela assured him.
“Then can’t I just protect you that way?”
“Huh?” Mikaela stiffened. “What are you talking about? I don’t–”
“No, I mean that you can just use me as your shield, can’t you?” Lucas said confidently. “I’ll just handle all the slanders and the rudeness for you.”
“I can’t make you do that!” Mikaela said, nearly shouting. He hesitated to continue after that sudden raise in voice. “I-it’s just...using you as a shield feels as if I’m abusing our relationship and taking advantage of it, you know what I mean?”
“I understand,” Lucas nodded. “But it’s alright. It’s you, after all, Mikaela. If it's anyone else, I wouldn’t even offer this proposal to them.”
“...although the fall of that disgusting Baron had a severe backlash and many protests, the Duke was able to silence them with a single glare.” Mikaela brought up slowly. “As long as the Duke is alive, none of us two will be a human shield.”
Lucas laughed a little, attempting to shake off the chill he felt from Mikaela’s words. The conversation proceeded to steer into other channels until a servant came to notice them of the Duke’s return.
“Uncle is back already?” Lucas remarked, sounding like a whine. Ever since that Baron Bubullaiver incident, the two boys stayed with the Duke, therefore, developing a more intimate relationship with the Duke. It’s become second nature to them to greet the Duke when he returns from wherever he may have gone during the day.
“What a pity, I wanted to stay in the garden a bit longer.” Mikaela stretched, struggling to stand up.
“I will inform the Master of your whereabouts,” the servant recommended thoughtfully. Mikaela plopped right back down onto the grass the second those words were said.
“Okay! You can leave now.” Mikaela grinned. “And also, you can take back the tea. Some biscuits with chocolate would be nice.”
“Mikaela!” Lucas gave him a small slap on his arm. “If you eat too many sweets, you’ll get cavities and your teeth will fall, you know?”
“It’s fine~” Mikaela assured him. “I don’t eat as much either way. Sweets are also good for you too, you know? It energizes you–and it's best to enjoy such delicacies while you have it. The head chef here is really talented, at least it gives him something to do.”
Lucas, speechless, couldn’t come up with a counter for that remark. “Whatever.”
After a few minutes, they heard footsteps pressing against the grass steadily approaching them.
“Lounging around, I see.” The voice made them look up.
“Welcome back,” Mikaela said nonchalantly.
“Welcome back...uncle,” Lucas observed, peering at an envelope in his hands. “What’s that?”
“A letter about the Fall festival that’s coming up in a week.” The Duke handed Mikaela the letter who scanned through it after ripping open the envelope without a care. “We must prepare. The host this year is the Northern Duchy. The emperor will also attend as well. There’s much to be accomplished.”