[Name: Game Evergreen]
[Alias: Judgement]
[Age: ???]
[Height: ???]
[Weight: ???]
[Threat: High]
[Description: White hair and green eyes. A general of the Darkless terrorist organization]
[Bounty: 1 Dull Ruby Core straight from a beast]
"..." Syra looked at the piece of paper blankly as her eyes slowly went up to look at the drawing of the person that they had on the paper.
Her heart was beating like crazy, and she was trying her best to calm herself down right now.
Her hands were beginning to tremble while veins started to pop out of her forehead.
Her eyes were slowly becoming bloodshot, and slowly, he hand had begun to grip on the paper so hard that she was beginning to scrunch it.
Emotions she couldn't even describe burned through her veins and body, while mana slowly leaked out of her body in the form of a purple-amethyst aura.
"-ra... SYRA!" Hearing her name, Syra snapped out of her trance and closed her eyes to calm herself down.
"A-Are you okay?" Herla asked with a little bit of fear in her voice.
She had never seen Syra like that... Actually, she couldn't remember the last time she had seen Syra emanate and emotion that wasn't positive or neutral. Sure, sometimes she got really intense, but that was it.
But right now, even from so far away, Herla could see it immediately.
They hadn't followed her when she moved toward the board since they didn't think much of it. Syra would usually go and do things on her own sometimes, and whenever she was in one of those moods, she wouldn't hear anything they ever told her.
But the moment Syra took off that paper and looked in its direction, Herla could tell that something was wrong.
The aura around her friend was all wrong.
For one of the first times since she had met Syra 4 years ago, she felt her emit something more than rage...
She emitted killing intent.
Now that she was right next to Syra, she could finally see what her friend was looking at, and when she looked down at it and read what was on it, she couldn't help but feel confused.
'Game Evergreen? Does she know him?' Herla thought to herself, while the rest thought of something along those lines.
However, there was one person who was currently thinking of something else.
Argon was not looking at the name on the paper, but instead at the Alias and description.
'Judgement of the Darkless organization...' He remembered a conversation he had with his older brother about someone with white hair and green eyes called Judgement.
His brother had described Judgement to him without mincing his words. A man who decided to take justice into their own hands...
That's what he described him as, and from the information he got ever since that day; his brother wasn't far off.
That was precisely what Judgement was... Or better said; it was who Judgement was.
Argon wasn't a part of the Xylem kingdom, so his opinion of Darkless and Judgement came from an outsider's perspective. After all, he was a part of the Delaer royal family, not the Xylem royal family. Sure, technically, the two kingdoms were at peace right now, but as long as something didn't affect the Delaer kingdom, Argon's father didn't bother with it.
"Do you know the person?" Argon asked in everyone's stead, but Syra didn't reply.
Her eyes were still shut as she breathed slowly to control her emotions.
By now, almost everyone in the hall was looking at them with some alarm. They had felt the killing intent, but they all knew it wasn't directed toward them.
Most of the people in the hall were adventurers, so they were strong enough to see past the killing intent and instead look at what might have caused it.
"S-Sorry." Syra suddenly spoke up with a sigh while opening her eyes. They were no longer bloodlust. However, everyone could still see a hint of hatred in her eyes.
However, despite what most of them were thinking, it was not the face that had caught her attention; instead, it was the name she saw in the description.
'Darkless...'
That name was etched into her mind ever since the day her brother was taken away from her, and after she was practically kidnapped alongside her younger brother to be sent to the Skylark main house, they made sure not to make her forget what happened on that day.
They reminded her repeatedly, yet despite that, she had yet to hear a single word about the organization ever since...
Or at least that was until now when she saw the organization's name under one of the bounties.
The moment she saw it, everything had resurfaced. When she was in the academy, she tried her hardest to forget about her past and do her best. Of course, she knew exactly why she was doing what she needed to do, but the reason that she had in her mind hadn't fully set in despite almost 7 years having passed since the attack on Uladia.
"Are you okay kid?" A man suddenly touched Syra's shoulder, and without skipping a beat, her body had moved on instinct and had grabbed and twisted the wrist.
Within that very moment, everyone in the hall stood up with their weapons in hand as they stared at her with malicious intent.
"Oh shit... I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" Syra immediately apologized the moment she realized what she had done, not realizing that her friends had all taken out their respective weapons as well before turning toward the crowd of adventurers.
"N-No kid... It's my bad." The man who was the guard they met outside apologized while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. This made everyone in the hall throw a glance at him before sitting down and placing their weapons back in their sheaths.
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