“When its owner is in danger, it can help him,” Xavier said.
“Really, father? Will it also help me?“ Maxilin asked. “Of course,” Xavier responded, “it helps you, my son.”
“But how did you figure it out? This sword belongs to my great-grandfather. So, how can it help me? I am not his true owner,“ Maxilin asked.
“Because this jewel has never shined since your great-grandfather died, yet this sword gleamed on the day you were born,” Xavier said.
“Does that mean it’s a magical sword, father?” Maxilin asked. He said, “Obviously it is.” “But father,” Maxilin said, touching the sword and trying to grasp it in his own hands. The sword, however, was far too hefty. “However, it is really heavy, father. I’m not sure how I’m going to play with it because my height is just half of it,“ Maxilin observed.
Xavier remarked with a chuckle, “This isn’t a toy, silly boy. You will use it when you are tall and strong, like your father. Do you get me?”
Maxilin nodded and smiled. “This is my sword, then. I’m going to hunt monsters with this sword,“ he stated.
“Absolutely, you will. Now take a seat. You have a training scheduled for tomorrow,“ he re-tied the sword with the black cloth and placed it in the cupboard, just as Xavier had said.
Maxilin sat on the bed, a smile on his face as he looked at his father. Xavier abruptly sighed. “Maxilin, you didn’t take your shoes off,” Xavier remarked. “I didn’t put it off, Father. because I won’t be able to tie my shoe later,’’ Maxilin said.
While untying his shoelace, Xavier sat next to him and remarked, “You must learn this little technique.” Or how do you bind all the monsters together?“ As Xavier had stated, he took Maxilin’s shoes.
“Come on, let’s sleep,” Xavier remarked as he extinguished the candles. He sat next to his son and tried to tell Maxilin a story. However, before beginning the story, Xavier told him, “If I’m not at home or your uncle, don’t ever attempt to- “ as Xavier was about to say, but Maxilin interrupted, “Don’t ever try to open the door, right, father?”
“Yeah, if you hear my voice or uncle’s, you won’t open,” Xavier said. “I’ll only open when you tell me the code,” Maxilin said.
“Yes, that’s my boy,” Xavier said, as he began his story.
At the same time, out of his house.
Evan’s father, Leko, and his team were waiting for Xavier. Leko blew a whistle. This is their signal to speak out. Xavier opened his eyes as he heard the whistle. He turned to face Maxilin, who was soundly sleeping in his arms. Xavier cautiously rose from his bed and left the room. Wyiner was awaiting Xavier’s arrival.
downstairs
Xavier wore his armor and armed himself with his sword and magic book. “Wyiner,” he said as he walked downstairs.
“Is it a good idea to leave him alone in the house, brother?” Wyiner asked. “I don’t have any choice, Wyiner.” This mission is critical to us. And don’t worry, Maxilin is sound asleep. “I don’t think he’ll wake up now,” remarked Xavier. “But, brother, what if he wakes up?” Wyiner asked.
“Don’t be worried if he wakes up unexpectedly. Our Maxilin is a smart boy. He will not open the door for outsiders,“ Xavier said.
Wyiner’s aside.
I said nothing when my brother remarked, “It’ll be OK.” But I’m not sure why my heart isn’t ready to leave this little boy today. I turned back to glance up at the upstairs before leaving the home.
After a while, Xavier and Wyiner emerged and went to their team members. They made their way to the village carefully.
It’s around midnight, and Maxilin is comfortably sleeping in his bed. However, he abruptly opened his eyes after hearing a sound. He sat on his bed, observing his surroundings. He murmured, “father.” He didn’t get a response, though. Then he made a loud call to his father.
But his voice came back to him.
Maxilin’s aside.
My father left me once more. Did uncle go with him as well?
Maxilin glanced around and was ready to fall asleep on the bed when suddenly he heard the sound again. It was slamming against the window. He sat up and peered out the window once again. He couldn’t see what was going on because of the curtain. However, it sounded like fluttering wings. It was constantly crashing against the window. Maxilin instantly remembers what his father told him.
‘Don’t open the window or the door,“ he said.
So Maxilin disregarded the sound and went back to lying down, but the noise was gradually getting louder.
He sat up in bed, looking out the window.
His heart yearns to know what it is. But his mind is stopping him from doing so. He’s becoming more reckless because of his curiosity.
As a result, his heart wins over his mind in the end. Maxilin heard his heart. So he decided to see. He grabbed the lamp and slowly rose up. He approached the curtain cautiously and stopped.
Maxilin gulped. He was eager to see, but he was also afraid. He reached out to pull the curtain, but something hit the window again, forcing it to break.
Because of the sound, Maxilin drew his hand back and took a step back. He was a bit frightened.
His hand trembled with terror, but he took a deep breath.
He murmured, “Why are you scared, Maxilin? How will you catch a monster if you’re terrified now?“ Maxilin breathed deeply and moved the curtain back. His eyes widened as he slid the curtain back. He noticed a bloodstain on the window glass and a baby falcon flapping its wings. As soon as Maxilin realized what had happened, he placed the lamp on the table and opened the window. He carried that baby hawk who was chirping. Maxilin saw that its wings had been wounded. It seemed like someone chased it.
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