Chapter 51
"Flamie..." Michelle looked at Cold Flame as he flew with her on his back towards the Archduchy. "Do you remember where’s the alley where I bought you?" she asked.
But Cold Flame shook his head. "As I didn’t have an affiliated element back then, I was always drowsy and didn’t even realize where we were," he answered.
Michelle nodded. "Do you know where the market is?" she asked after a while. "Can you take me there?"
Before Cold Flame could answer, Nyxaroth’s voice sounded. "Did that person in black scare you? Is that why you don’t want to go home?" he asked with his lazy raspy voice. Michelle was already used to his voice, but if someone else heard it, they would be uncomfortable. It was a clearly evil voice. Though Michelle didn’t see Nyxaroth show his evil side, she knew that he was evil to the core.
"No..." Michelle shook her head. "To say that the person’s gaze was scary is an understatement, and I don’t even know why, but I wasn’t scared. I just felt that the person was dangerous. More dangerous than anyone I have ever met or heard about."
Just as she said that, Cold Flame started descending towards the market. He landed in a deserted alley behind the market and Michelle got off. Then, he entered her contract space, a space every cultivator had, where they could store their contracted beasts, weapons and items which needed contracting. At the moment, other than Cold Flame, only the sealing book was there.
Michelle walked from the deserted alley into the market and aimlessly wandered it, not wanting to go home. Something deep inside her was warning her that if she went home, a catastrophe would unfold in the Archduchy. So she wandered the market until the sunset and then randomly entered the in and went to the receptionist. She paid for a room and went upstairs, locking the door behind her. She knew that if the person wanted to go after her, the locked door wouldn’t stop him, but she still locked the door to keep others out.
"That monster would be happy if it knew that you buried it..." an amused voice appeared before a person suddenly appeared in front of Michelle, leaning against the locked door. "Did you think the locked door would keep me out?" the person clad in full black asked with a chuckle. "That would disappoint me... I thought you would be smarter, for that bastard to try get rid of you..."
Seeing the person, Michelle’s frown deepened. "Let’s say it’s a habit of mine to always lock the door," she said, trying to calm down. She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t scared, though her heart was beating painfully quickly in her chest.