Chapter 50: The Ice Exorcist

Clemen stared intently at Grimm's face. They are in the forest where the young man is gathering firewood.

"Make a glass of ice." the language is Clemen.

"Okay!"

Grimm did make ice-glasses. He shaped it from his left palm with his right hand.

"Now, take a good look at what I'm going to do." Clemen said again.

Clemen made a small pentagram with his left hand outstretched. Gradually a glass appeared similar to what Grimm did. But it was made of lightning.

"Look closely at the glass I made from my lightning power. And compare it to the glass of ice you made. Notice their shape and appearance. Just disregard the difference of our power."

Grimm actually compared the glass he made to what his teacher did. Polished and smooth look at Father Clemen's work. While his work is rough and less polished. He made another glass made of ice but it was just like what he had made before. He shook his head and tried again to make another. But like the first and second, the result is the same. Clemen smiled. Grimm is good at rehearsing so it is not difficult to teach.

"I can easily make any shape with my lightning power because it is not pure solid. It is not like yours. I think we need a little help for your training."

Grimm looked at his teacher's face.

"H-Help? To whom?"

Clemen sighed and scratched his cheek. After that, he smiled.

"To my Ice Exorcist friend Orphen. You and him have the same power and I am the one who says he is very good at making things out of his ice power, all of that is polished. We have different abilities so I will ask him for help to teach you to extend your power. In physical strength, I have nothing more to tell you. You told me that you have gone through all the hardships of the body and I can see the evidence."

Because of what Clemen said Grimm became excited.

"Is that friend of yours is in the exorcist guild school, Father?"

"Well... Like the two of us, he was also allergic to that place. Better yet, take home the firewood you got. I will pick you up."

"Okay, okay!"

Grimm immediately adjusted the fire-woods he got from the sacks he was carrying. He has two sacks. Father Clemen left and he immediately ran home as soon as he could fix his belongings. After taking a bath, he immediately got dressed and went to the front of their store. Father Clemen arrived shortly after in his owner-type jeep. He said goodbye to his parents as usual and they left. As soon as they boarded, he immediately drove the car away.

"By the way, my Dad always asks me how I saw your potential, it is said that someone like you rarely appears. All he knows is that you are in trouble because of what he hears you are doing with your troops not only at school but elsewhere. Thank you because that old man praised me and I have a good shot at him today. He even said that you and your friends have made good because you are no longer involved in trouble." Clemen's long story.

Grimm was caught in his arms.

"I don't know. We just haven't been involved in the trouble of the past because no one is approaching. I guess they've been scared of us since the news that we beat the manananggal? So we are not in trouble now. By the way, what kind of person is your friend, Father?"

Clemen laughed softly.

"You'll know when you meet Orphen later. His house is a bit far away because he is allergic to other people. He said, his privacy is important to him. He is my classmate in the exorcist guild and he is second to me in the ranking. But not because he fought me, but he just gave up on the finals of the tournament. He said, he was not in the mood and would rather just sleep. According to him, I will be number one on the list and he will be second."

Grimm frowned a little and was puzzled by what he heard. What kind of person is Father Clemen saying? They traveled for about thirty minutes before reaching a small hill where a stone house stood. It is only medium in size and relatively far from other households. The front of the house is beautiful because there is a garden that is made into a landscape. And there was a small forest behind it. Father Clemen parked the car in front of the house and blew its horn several times. Moments later the door opened. Grimm was so excited that he looked at the person leaving the house.

"Uhm. It's you." Orphen said seeing Clemen.

Grimm frowned when he saw the person his teacher was talking about. He was wearing a faded grey shirt and a pair of shorts. His limbs are just right and he is still young like Father Clemen. It's just that its hair is tangled, it doesn't seem to be covered with a comb and it needs to be trimmed because the strands were in different directions then. He was wearing glasses and his beard was barely growing on his face. It's like a hanging nerd who just woke up.

"Don't say you just woke up?" Clemen ask.

He removed his seatbelt and got out of the car. Grimm just followed and remained observant. Orphen yawned.

"Waaah... You're right, I just woke up. I had a job last night. Aswang problem." he replied.

He looked at the young man with Clemen and focused his attention on his red pony-tail hair. He blinked and took off his glasses. His eyes are not really blurred. He only wore your glasses because his eyes were still sore from being awake. When he looked closely at the young man, his spirit awoke.

"Who is this boy with you?" he asked casually.

Clemen smiled.

"He's my student. Grimm Redshade. I only enrolled him in the guild the other day but I've been with him for a long time."

Orphen scratched his neck very hard.

"Ah... I'm Orphen Gray Mist. Nice to meet you, Grimm." he held out his right hand.

Embarrassed, the young man shook his hand. His attention was focused on his red hair which was very bright in color. They let go of each other's hands.

"Child, where did you dye your hair?" Orphen suddenly asked.

"Ahm... This is my natural hair color. My mother said when she conceived me, she loves to eat red apples. So when I was born, this is the color of my hair." Grimm's excuse.

"Hmm... That's right."

Clemen frowned. Orphen does not seem to have heard of Grimm.

"When was the last time you went to the guild?" he asked.

Orphen grabbed his chin and thought.

"I don't know. I don't remember." Orphen said lazily.

Clemen laughed softly and shook. Amused that Grimm looked at Orphen. And he liked the answer of it. It is allergic to the Exorcist School Guild. That's why he became friends with his teacher.

"I'm different, why are you here? It's impossible that you miss me?" Orphen asked jokingly.

Clemen smiled.

"I wish, you could help my student here. He has the same ability. Ice is also his power."

Orphen stared at Grimm intently. Grimm was a little nervous.

"All right, let's go to the back of the house where I do ceramics and see if I can help Grimm."

"Thank you." Clemen.

"Thank you." Grimm.

Orphen returned the two with a simple smile. He closed the door in front of his house and he walked towards the back. The two followed him carefully. Arriving at the back they saw a workshop of beautiful vases and pots. The pole is made of stone and some parts of the wall are bricks. There is a large fireplace where ceramics are cooked. There is a small living room set in the area.

"Let's sit down." the language is Orphen.

They all sat down. Grimm is opposite Orphen and Clemen is next to him.

"Make a glass with your power." Orphen commands Grimm.

He did as it was commanded. He even made a glass made of ice. And just like he did before, it was rough and less polished. Orphen looked closely at what Grimm had done. He took it and touched it. The ice is strangely cold, scorching.

"Did you just learn to use your skills alone?" he ask in amazement.

"Yes. Before I met Father Clemen, I was able to show my ability once my life was in danger. Then, I only practice alone when I have time."

Orphen took a deep breath. He put the glass down on the table between him and Grimm.

"Look carefully at what I do."

Grimm looked intently at Oprhen's hands. He made a small pentagram and gently moved his fingers with his right hand. Gradually formed a goblet made of ice. It shines and is very polished because it is so smooth. He could clearly see the reflection of his face on the glass he had made. If he did not know it was made of ice he would be mistaken it for a real glass.

"Wow, great." He said in amazement.

He looked up and saw Orphen smiling at him. He looked again at the glass he made and at his work. He frowned. They had a big difference. Orphen took the glass he had made and carefully presented it to him.

"Every time you use your power you get too tired and out of breath?"

Grimm blinked. This is right.

"Yes."

"Do you know why that is?"

Grimm shook his head. Clemen just watched the two. He did not make the mistake of asking for the help of his friend Orphen. And Grimm will definitely be even better because they will both be its teachers.

"Take a good look at the glass you made. The power you released is very pouring compared to the small percentage you just need. Alas, your ice power is very strong. I can say ten times or more its strength than I do. But look..."

Orphen put down the glass he was holding. He took a goblet made of ice. He lifted it and simply slapped it on what Grimm had done. Grimm's glass gradually cracked and split into four parts. Grimm looked at the glass he had made and looked at the thin ice goblet. He is much thicker and bigger. But that thin glass was able to break what he did.

"Do you know why that happened even though I said your ice power is stronger than mine?" Orphen whispered to him.

"I do not know." Grimm replied confused.

Orphen smiled.

"That's because you don't make the glass solid, the particles he had inside were sparse. As for me, it's solid and you won't see any roughness."

He handed him the glass he had made. He held it and looked closely. Great, not even a small mark he did not see. He caressed it, the smoothness.

"How can I do something like this?" he asked.

"Good question, Grimm. Just wait for me here and I'll get something for you."

Orphen left for a moment and entered the house. It went through the back door to the kitchen. Clemen folded his arms and smiled at Grimm who was amazed at the goblet Orphen had made.

"Good luck. Orphen seems interested in teaching you. Is it okay with you that we are your two teachers?"

Grimm looked at Clemen. Then he smiled.

"It's okay and that is great! Wait, if he teaches me how to use my power, what will you teach me?"