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Claimers: I DO own Fleurel and her kingdom

Chapter III: An Iceberg and A Fragile Fair Glass

Cool wind blew in the room and cold air dominated the colloseum-like room in which Recovery Crystal was floating. Fleurel had been successful taking Camus with her to her kingdom. When they arrived there, Fleurel accepted many stares now that both of them appeared suddenly on white round ground under the crystal. Her guards attempted to help their lady but they were rejected and were ordered to complete their own mission. Fleurel caressed Camus's long turquoise hair covering his neck to check his pulse.

"Please don't die….You have rights to live even though you're cold. You suppose to be able to survive for I know you're not just ordinary human. You're one of the famous saints of Athena, a saint who protects this world from the malicious ambition and destructive plan of the gods and the goddesses to this world since many centuries ago."

Fleurel closed her eyes and concentrated attempting to help the poor ice saint. Her tears fell down her cheeks. Hope and anxiety were in her heart when she touched his neck. She then managed to use her technique to cure him. Her tears fell down to Camus good-looking face and her heart was always ache whenever she sensed Camus's pulse in his neck beating slowly.

"Please don't die…Maybe I am weak…I know I am defenseless but I wish I could help you," she said closing herd eyes and tried to do her best to save him. The black haired woman needed more than four hours to cure him and used half of her living power causing her to faint and fell on top of the powerless and unconscious ice saint.

Looking at their lady faint, the guards took their lady and the foreign ice saint to a great room in which both of them could be recovered.

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The temperature grew colder when the ice saint regained his consciousness.

"What is this place? Where am I?" asked Camus to himself as put his right hand on his crown.

"I see…I am still in my Aquarius Gold Cloth" he said as he touched his crown and then scanned his body. Camus slowly managed to move his body. However, his body seemed still too weak and idle to be moved. Camus sighed and looked around.

"It is…"

"Lady Fleurel had saved you, sir Camus," a the guard. The guard seemed had been watching him for several minutes ago.

"….What are you doing here?" asked Camus as he set his usual cold look.

"My duty in removing both your body and hers from the crystal hall's floor to the vitalizing bed is over," said the guard as he pointed his index finger to where Fleurel was lying. She was lying on a bed in front of him.

"I'm going to come to my job now."

Camus did not reply. He only looked at the guard and nodded signaling him to leave. He observed the guard until he really got out from the room. Camus scanned around and he could conclude that he was in the same room that he had ever been taken care of. The white luxurious ceilings decorated by ice crystals were above him and a white luxurious four poster bed with silver thick comforter covering his body and he found white walls with ice-flower decoration on them.

Camus sighed and turned his attention to Fleurel who was still lying on the bed which was in front of him. His face was expressionless but questions such as what she was thinking and why she saved him were in his mind.

Camus walked slowly to the bed where Fleurel was lying. For a moment, he observed the sleeping woman intently and saw how beautiful and sweet she was when she was sleeping. There was a little electric signal in his heart. He bent himself so he could see her little closer. He managed to touch her lip. However, his pride as a saint and his principle stopped him.

"No…I must not do this," he said as he withdrew and turned his back. He looked up from his shoulder.

Fleurel…How could you…How could you save me?

After saying so, he looked at the door and went to the door direction. He decided to wait there until Fleurel woke up.

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Half hour later, Fleurel woke up. She opened her eyes slowly and accidentally looked at the door and found Camus was standing there looking at her with his usual cold look.

"So…you've woken up…Fleurel…"

"Camus…"

The woman was surprised and got up from the bed. At that time, he felt happy but she couldn't express it because she saw Camus's icy gaze. Looking at his icy gaze, Fleurel was rather scared and a bit shuddered. There was no conversation until the saint started it.

"Fleurel…Did you take me from the House of Aquarius?"

"…Yes."

"Why?"

Hearing his surprising question, Fleurel couldn't answer the question, she was unable to answer question because the answer was too difficult. Consequently, she only bent her head and hoped that he would stop looking at her in an unpleasant manner.

"Fleurel…I'm talking to you. Why didn't you answer my question? I repeat my question why did YOU take me from the House of Aquarius and save me?"

His tone was flat and cold and there was no warmness both in his face and in his eyes. If there was a chance to run away, she would have done so but unfortunately it seemed that she had to deal with him.

"Camus…I…I took your body from the House of Aquarius and saved you because I…I was afraid of you. I'm sorry Camus, but I had a nightmare relating to you and I…I felt both the atmosphere and energy a bit different. The atmosphere was neither warm nor cold and I suspected energy current was actually from cosmo flaring from your body."

Camus frowned to have heard Fleurel's confession. He seemed surprised to what he had just heard. He heard Fleurel uttered cosmo. The expression should not have been known by ordinary people for it was only used and was only known by the saints. How could Fleurel know that he was a saint while he had never told her before? However, he managed not to find out why she could know the term and he kept his cold attitude and remained expressionless.

"I see…So, you know about cosmo….but…I don't thank you because you've saved me. I warn you…Do-not-ever- involve-yourself-in my business…."

Hearing his torturing warning, Fleurel fell into silent. She was too shock to have heard such 'thank you' expression. She had never imagined that he would treat her with such attitude.

"Fleurel…I'm the Aquarius saint and I'm one of the saints of Athena. I won't divide my loyalty or even affection to anyone else!"

After giving a hurting statement, Camus left Fleurel.

"C…Camus, Wait!"

"Everything you'll say won't change my mind! Farewell…" he said dryly as he left her without looking at Fleurel.

Fleurel froze on her spot looking at Camus's back. Tears fell down to her cheeks. At that time, she felt that as if her heart was torn apart. She pressed her disappointment and her sadness as she left the room. She managed not to cry until she reached her chamber. She ordered her servants and her guards to get out from her chamber and locked the door. Afterwards, she walked to her four-poster bed and threw herself on the bed and cried until she slept.

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