Chapter IV

Throughout the journey back to Prontera, Delita was constantly thinking of the 'survivour' back in the forest. Who is that person? How old is that person? Is that person dead or alive? The more he thinks about it, the more his heads spins badly. He dismissed the matter entirely and kept a look out for any potential mobs that could attack them in the desert.

"So what made you run back there?" asked Kiara all of a sudden.

"Hmm? Wha?" said Delita, dazed from the Kiara's sudden question.

"What made you run away from the forest," repeated Kiara. "It's unusual for you to run away from battles."

"I myself am too sure about it either," said Delita after a short moment of silence. "I hate to say this, but I guess I just chickened out back there."

"Hah! You, chickening out? That's something I don't hear everyday," said Kiara, beckoning her peco-peco to turn into the plains of Prontera.

"Don't rub it in," grumbled Delita.

The rain in Prontera has not stopped pouring ever since Kiara left the South Gate earlier that day. In fact, it was getting heavier and heavier as she arrived at the South Gate. Kiara pushed her peco-peco forward, charging through the heavy rain as it leaves muddy tracks trailing from the South Gate. By the time Kiara and Delita reached Aragon's office, they were all soaking wet and muddy. The both of them went into their rooms respectively to clean themselves up, leaving trails of mud in the process, much to Aragon's disapproval.

"Report what you saw," said Aragon in an official tone after all four of them was comfortably seated on the sofas in one of the rooms.

"The entire convoy was brutally assassinated," replied Kiara. "But professionally done, truly the work of the Hassashin Assassins."

"And the survivour?" asked Taurus.

"I doubt there will be any," said Delita slowly, cutting in Kiara as she opened her mouth to speak. Both Taurus and Aragon looked at Delita.

"Why so?" asked Taurus again. Kiara closed her mouth slowly and looked at Delita in the eyes.

"I followed a trail of blood from the carriage that led Kiara and I into a forest. Even though it wasn't so deep in the forest, I couldn't see very well what was far ahead and my sense of smell was beginning to fail on me," explained Delita.

"But it's just Poring Island. It shouldn't be that dangerous in the forest right?" said Kiara.

"Bear in mind that Ghostrings exists there," said Delita. "And for someone to survive a brutal massacre by a dangerous renegade assassinating group, I don't think that the surviviour will stand a chance against a bunch of Ghostrings and its mob of Whisper Bosses. Besides that, I've got a feeling that there's something more dangerous back there other than just Ghostrings."

The rain outside was beginning to subside. Aragon was trying to come up with a decision after listening to Delita's story. Kiara leaned back on her couch and closed her eyes. Taurus stood up from his place and walked to the window and looked outside. After a while, he went into his room and emerged with his Sweet Gent on his head.

"I'm off the orphanage for a short while. I'd be back shortly," he said.