Chapter 16: The council
"Excuse me for being rude, sir, but what do you mean he's not getting banished. Isn't fighting rogues without a license a crime, especially for minors?" Doctor Sandbloom scrunched her eyes at the old man.
He moved closer to the bed, passing by the Doctor as he made his way to the boy lying stiffly on it. "That law applies to Gibbits only."
"But the boy is a Gibbit if I'm correct, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to use the Gem of Memento Mori since it'd have killed him on the spot?"
Damien glanced at the doctor from the corner of his eye, trying to decipher the meaning of her sudden revelation.
'I'm not human, too?' He wondered, just when the old man's voice cut his thoughts, sounding closer than it was a minute ago.
"He is a Gibbit indeed, but not one that was raised in Gibbous. You see, the law only works on Gibbous' citizens, but this boy isn't even registered as one of us since he grew up with the humans. Therefore, he isn't subject to being punished by it since we don't even have a pact with the humans at all."
The source of the voice finally showed himself above Damien's face—a beefy old man with long white hair and a beard that was grown enough to reach his chest.
He was dressed in white clad amour and boots that had gold designs attached to the fabric here and there, a gentle smile on his face that made Damien relax even though the man himself didn't look the part.
"So you're saying we don't need to worry about the boy being banished?"
"Yes," Twiller turned his head to face Sandbloom. "Instead, you should be worried about him being made to stay in Gibbous by the council."
At this, Ahara's eyes widened. She snapped her head to face the old man, her braid flipping around with enough velocity to coil around her neck once she made a full turn.