Chapter Eighteen: The Walking Devil

When he got into land he heard her voice immediately. She wasn't sounding how she sounded earlier. She was angry. Cursing something loudly but Xachary couldn't make out human speech when it was said so fast.

He followed Elona's voice to behind a tree next to the river.

When she saw him she was quick to wipe her tears away. But of course it was too late he had already seen her. Her breathing was ragged as she looked at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Why do you ask the same thing all the time?"

"It's nightfall. You should be here."

"Well I could say the same for you too knight. You aren't wearing your uniform so I should guess you aren't on duty."

Elona huffed her hands on her reddened cheeks from crying. "How much of this have you seen?" She demanded.

Xachary raised his hands in mock surrender. "Enough to see that you are disturbed by something." He added, "crying isn't a sin. I really envy you people that can do it."

Elona sniffed away the last