Chapter 72: A new Green
Not a word was heard from Rhea after the fight, but after a day of rest, they learned the city had been restored, and aside from the warriors who fought, there were no casualties.
"Your mother knew you’d come for her. Before she killed the Titans for their betrayal, they told her you knew where they were hiding," Artist said, lounging on the sofa.
"She thought you’d show up way sooner... what took you so long?"
Daylan let out a lazy sigh, massaging his forehead—half a day of sleep after the fight still hadn’t been enough.
"Tell us more about you guys. I think that’s a good place to start," Medora blurted, arms folded across her chest as she sat down.
"Uhhh... there’s four of us, and we were created solely to protect Master Daylan. I think I mentioned that already."
Medora shook her head, clearly annoyed and frustrated. "I mean, what are you? A human with a horn? And you look way too young to have been Daylan’s father’s accomplice."
Daylan barely registered anything they were saying. His mind was stuck on whether he’d made the right call in not at least trying to kill his mother—or if that decision would lead to something far worse. Each thought clawed at him, made him feel like tearing off his own skin. The frustration was unbearable.
"You called me a human," Artist laughed. "I’m actually part of a monster species that lives somewhere near Order City—an ogre."
She glanced down at her body. "Master Gerald took me in when I was a child and cursed me with his aspect. It changed me into someone Master Daylan could never mistake for anything—or anyone—else."
Her words snapped Daylan out of his thoughts, and he turned to Artist and Medora, who were seated to his left.