"I know where Reverend Drakul is.'

"Where?"

 

'Hospital X Room VIP12"

"Thank you so much, Elise."

 

Indeed, Ciar's story is not important. However, the information just received from the end of the line is equally important. Methus's feet, hands and waist shake his head with Solay, a stubborn middleman who refuses to return to the safe place. Although the condition is not that heavy, if left like this without the person recovering quickly, it may cause the power of bullets and money to play until the end of immortality.

 

"I have to go to an important business."

"Invitation"

 

"If you want to die here, it's up to you."

"...."

 

"Go back to Jonoèl and see the DR."

"No"

 

"Sigh"

 

Methus wants to think about whose life it is, but he is worried. Another person doesn't want to let go of him. However, if it's slower than this, I'm concerned that the information obtained may be incorrect, as it is already known.

 

"Let's talk about you."

 

Despite saying that, Methus secretly sent a message to Mekhin to hurry and see the crow that was trapped by himself, until he wouldn't accept anyone's help. As for him, he quickly left Ciar's office and headed straight to the hospital. Which is quite far away.

 

The body moves in the blink of an eye because of the power of speed, like a gift given by the creator, even though many vampires have the same power. But they are considered to be the bloodline of the king of Monoel, who is superior.

 

Just a fraction of a second later, Methus stopped in front of the hospital that Elise had mentioned. He stepped through the automatic door. Through hundreds of people who focused on their duties in the VIP building deep inside the hospital.

 

"Father Drakul, room 12"

"The patient in room 12 has just moved out."

 

"Yes?"

 

"Yes, the patient's relatives informed that they wanted to move urgently a few hours ago." Elise was one step slower. As for him, he should be so slow that he couldn't see his back, even though he had superhuman power. Methus bowed his head to thank the nurse before turning around. He thought of something..

 

"May I take a look at room 12?"

"Yes?"

 

"Mr Jett sent me a message to find your father's important things."

 

"Oh, Mr Jett, if that's the case, come in time before the maid cleans the room."

"Thank you very much."

 

The body walked along the path that the other person waved his hand. The innermost door of the room was open, waiting for cleaning from the person who had just left. The closer you get to the room, the more obvious the race's distinctive body odour becomes, which is often used to distinguish it from other groups.

 

Methus pondered that there might be a vampire inside who arrived first or was still inside the room. But when he stopped at the door, he found the room empty and no one was left.

 

. ..."

"So where does the vampire's aura come from?"

 

Methus explored around the VIP room. It was divided in proportion to the price paid. The room looked as if no one had ever lived in it, even though the nurse said the other person had just moved out and no one had come to clean it.

 

The body is proportionate, with the refrigerator in the dining table zone, drawers, and various shelves, praying that there is enough to serve as a clue for him to continue his journey correctly. But expect to be disappointed because, other than the body odour, there is nothing else left.

 

Methus stopped his feet at the end of the bed, raised his crossed hands and grabbed the tip of his chin, sweeping his eyes around the room to see if he was in such a hurry that he missed something. His eyes stopped at the queen-size bed, everything. Even the pillow was stored as if it had been placed in the same spot, never moved. He was confused that someone had really used this room or was being tricked by Elise and Jett. But when the thick hand picked up the pillow from the bed, the secret hidden in the cover compartment was released for him to know.

 

"Wait a minute..."

 

The photo is so small that it is almost invisible. It's too old to imagine when the event in the picture happened. The tip gently stroked the photo, focused on the face that was held on dozens of chairs and stood behind dozens of others.

 

"Church?"

 

Methus assumed the architectural shape of the background that was enough to guess; he looked at the young children's faces until they stopped in the middle of the picture. That was so faded that it was hard to see.

 

He raised the old photo high and looked at it, with the white floor on the ceiling, before the pitch-black eyes widened. He remembered the outline of the three children and the owner of the face that had faded like a water stain well. Pann, Jett, Elise, and another important person, dressed in a long, white gown reminiscent of a priest from a bygone era. The tall, airy figure with long, shoulder-length hair tied up looks strange.

 

It's Faratu Jonoèl....

 

The Jonoèl brothers, who had rebelled until they were expelled, had disappeared into the clouds as if they never existed.

 

Meanwhile, the only doctor of the Solay bloodline returned to the penthouse of the King of Jonoèl after spending a long time adjusting the initial understanding with the person sitting and licking one piece of hamburger throughout the conversation.

 

Mekhin can't leave Pokpong alone. He set a goal, of course, to bring the other person back together because he wants the brothers together. Pokpong had the opportunity to adjust his understanding when both of their emotions were ready to listen.

 

Above the top floor of the Jonoèl Hotel is a spacious deck. A variety of flowers that often bloom at sunset send scents, competing to show off their sweetness. Mekhin and Pokpong are up here because Pann and Ramil are waiting there.

 

"Pokpong"

 

"Thank you very much, Khun Mekhin." Before Pann says anything to the younger brother, he doesn't forget to thank the important assistant who helped bring Pokpong back. Pann separated from Ramil and walked toward the younger brother, who didn't want to move. The thin body is not far from the younger brother. Use both hands to hug the person in front of you. Pokpong stood still as a puppet for a moment before raising his hand to hug the other person.

 

No one said anything for a long time, and no one seemed to care that, as of now, the two vampires had allowed the brothers to take two by two to adjust their understanding privately on the rooftop.

 

"Brother Pann"

"What do you say?"

 

Pann let go of the younger brother's embrace. Raise your fingertips to spread the covered hair before taking him to sit on the crib in the middle of the rooftop garden.

 

"P'Pann."

"Nong Pong."

 

"Why did you call me?"

 

"Well, my brother keeps calling me and refuses to talk." A small sentence, but it can attract a smile from both of them. The mood of the defence is colder than the first time. Part of it is because of Mekhin, who coaxed me to think slowly and to put a reason into every sentence we discussed.

 

"I..."

"I want to apologise for doing that to you in the evening."

"It's okay, I'm the boss, I'll be angry."

 

"I want to tell you a lot of things, but I don't know where to start." When the younger brother was silent, Pann, who was processing the story that had happened to explain it to the younger brother, began to feel heavy because he didn't know where to start with the dream. In childhood, in the painting he penetrated, everything seemed incredible beyond description.

 

"Then..."

...."

 

"You knew they were all vampires from the beginning, right?"

"Hm", Pann nodded.

 

"Then why are you still willing to be with them?"

"Brother and Mr Ramil, we..."

 

"..."

"There is a certain relationship that makes us have to help each other."

 

"..."

"Must stand by each other's side."

 

....

"Trust each other."

 

"Is it difficult to live with vampires?"

"No, he's just like us."

 

"Right"

 

"I've known Khun Mekhin for a long time, and I still can't see it. Even if he answered that he himself is a vampire, I still can't believe it." He laughed. It was a laugh because he was making a face that was a mix of awake and venting his heart about Little Solay.

 

Pokpong has many questions from there. The boy doesn't remember to pay attention to the story of the immortal race. Every finger squeezes as if he's going to write a documentary. Some things he can't answer, he's waiting in his mind to ask the real vampire. How long did they both spend? The topic of the conversation changes back and forth, but who will ask? Don't forget to solve the question of why the younger Winnafa refuses to study abroad. The reason is that Pokpong wants to spend time with him. The more it makes, the clearer the eyes overflow with drops of water.

 

Tonight is driven by understanding, lulled by trust and continued with promise. The relationship that had been completely broken between Pokpong and Pan Winnafa is slowly being repaired and rebuilt.

 

In the midst of laughter, smiles, fragrance, the orange light that is woven brightly in the middle of the wide sky in the time of the dark. Two tall and strong bodies took both of them out of the rooftop garden area. Let the two brothers adjust their understanding in pairs.

 

"Has Methus contacted you yet?"

"I haven't received the item.... Hmm"

 

Mekhin stopped on his toes after Ramil asked about Methus. A thick hand reached out and took the phone after sending a message to Pann about Pokpong. He didn't care about it anymore. The screen showed a message that had been sent for more than 3 hours, asking to take a look at the symptoms of a crow who refused to return to Monoel because of his stubbornness. His eyes widened. The doctor of Solay handed the message on the screen to the master. The letters reflected the eyes. After reading it, he met his eyes. There was no need to say much. They both knew the destination was K.A.'s office.

 

"You break your own rules once."

"I think that kid is dangerous."

 

Mekhin refused to use the power he didn't need. However, this time he chose to break the rules out of concern. Afraid that the other person would disintegrate from his immortal life, even though Mekhin could travel with power slower than everyone else, but it should be faster than him. He had to drive through the traffic crisis.

 

Two vampires moved out of the penthouse. In the blink of an eye, the King of Jonoèlarrived at the court. Ramil rushed straight into the hall before discovering that the Solay bloodline he had given birth to was lying unconscious on the cold floor.

 

"Ciar!"

Ramil ran to support the body he held in his arms against the ground. His bloodline was not that unconscious. Slender eyebrows furrowed as if tortured. The body was cold but sweaty all over. He was about to use the power of recovery, but was interrupted by the voice of the person who had just followed first.

 

"Mr Ciar?"

 

No need to give any orders. The doctor said goodbye, using the recovery power that he was good at, with a large wound that made a wide hole in the middle of the other person's arm. The body was pale. Looks bad because it was left for a long time, and the power he had was not enough to fight the power of the silver bullet.

 

Mekhin pressed his palm down. The light of power healed the wound. It took longer to relieve the symptoms than to relieve him, but he still didn't fight well. He was short of breath because he had forced himself to use too much power until Ramil had to hold his wrist to stop before he was the one to continue.

 

The two vampires took turns healing the wound that almost killed Ciar. The effect of the Hunters' weapon was more intense than ever, making Mekhin suspicious that if it happens again, he may not be able to help his comrades as well as before.

 

"Ah..."

"Ciar!"

 

"Ciar, can you hear me?"

"Ma Mae..."

 

"Can you open your eyes?"

"Sir, sir"

 

The person in Ramil's arms slowly opened his tired eyelids. Ciar blinked frequently because he was not used to the light, even if it was only a little bright. The black eyes reflected the face, shining with concern until he had to ask.

 

"What's going on?"

"You are unconscious'

 

"If you go back to Jonoèl, it won't be this heavy."

 

Mr Ciar, who refused to reduce the mould, the black crow, didn't even know when he fell asleep. He only knew that he was trying to recover himself. However, the injury was more severe than he could resist. The body was so weak that there was almost no strength left even to transform.

 

"No matter how angry you are with me, you have to put your own life as the priority."

 

"I'm not angry with you."

"I know"

 

"I'm sorry"

 

Ciar didn't want to believe that he suddenly received an apology from his birth parent. The guilt that had closed the door since I became angry. The low-mindedness intervened, opened like that.

 

The black crow just understood what it's like to know the situation when everything ends because of him. Plus, someone has to be responsible for his life. I almost threw it away by myself because it was too high to reach.

 

"I know what you did because you were worried about us."

"..."

 

"But you're so arrogant that you don't listen to anyone's reasons."

"If you die, I won't forgive myself."

 

The king of Jonoèl trusts and cares about everyone's bloodline. More than anything else, he gave his life for him. There is nothing in return. Except for everyone living an immortal life, do what they want without causing anyone to suffer. This black crow often does things beyond its control, but never exceeds it. This time, Ramil does not blame the other person alone for the fault because he knows the cause of the situation is that he ignored Ciar's feelings.

 

"I'm sorry, sir."

"If you are conscious, then go back to Jonoèl."

 

"I have someone who wants you to adjust your understanding."

"But..

 

"Or do you want to lie on the ground for another day, Ciar?" It was the doctor who spoke against the reason that it didn't seem to be a good enough reason for the crow's broken wings. Mekhin helped Ramil support Ciar as Ciar stood up. Even though it was not 100%, he thought it should be enough for Ramil to transform himself and return to the penthouse on the top floor.

 

Ramil used the power of advanced speed first, when DR nodded to accept that he could transform and would meet at the promised destination.

 

"So how are you going?" Ciar asked.

"Take a taxi back"

 

"Sigh"

"If you arrive first, go in first, don't wait."

 

"Why would I wait?"

 

A flock of crows soared to the ceiling and flew out through a large open door. Mekhin secretly smiled when no one was in the office. There was nothing to rush. He returned to live in vehicles, just like humans, as before.

 

The body took himself to stand and wait for the car that had just arrived. It headed out of the office on the familiar route. Dr Solay's bloodline took a break from fatigue by letting his eyes look out of the window. But he had to laugh until the driver was confused in his heart. Because when the black eyes went out of the window, they found that the taxi was higher in the dark sky, with a crow flying not far away...

 

It's not true, from what Mekhin said. Even though it took almost an hour to get through the traffic jam to the Jonoèl Hotel, in front of the luxury elevator, there was the figure of Ciar, the middleman, waiting, even though he should have arrived a long time before him.

 

"Why don't you go up first?"

"I'm waiting for you"

 

Mekhin nodded to accept. He took the elevator with Ciar for the first time because, normally, the black crow of Soylay often transformed in and out of the doors and windows on the top floor, rather than living like a human, which he didn't like.

 

In the central living room, a vampire parent and two Winnafa brothers appear. He glanced at the person on the side who pretended not to care about the existence of the two brothers.

 

"Mr DR"

 

"My brother's name is Pokpong." The little boy raised his hand to pay respects. Soley, the middleman, behaved improperly, raised his hand to pay his respects to the other person, and Mekhin, the doctor, almost laughed. Even though he is not close, Ciar, who is always upset when he finds out that Jonoèl has someone other than his friends. Now he just pretends to have forgotten the conflict, as if nothing happened.

 

Although there are many things to understand, everything is kept folded waiting for the right opportunity because Methus, who has just returned, is the last one. He had information about the pastor who cared for the children, as well as about the orphanage where Pann used to live.

 

"Father Drakul?"

"I found this picture in the hospital room."

 

Methus handed over a photo kept under the suit's pocket lining and gave it to the person sitting next to the cause of the story. I don't like it.

 

"Yes"

"This person is really Father Dragul."

 

"Faratu. ..."

 

The same bloodline mentions the younger brother's name without thinking. Ramil immediately recognised that even though the other person had long hair behind him.

 

"Who is Faratu?"

"My brother"

 

"Who used to rebel until he was fired from Green Moore"

 

In this place, the person who understands the least is Pokpong, the little boy in the conversation circle. There is a question mark on his head all the time. But when he joined the head, Ramil agreed to tell the story to another person.

"Faratu is my half-brother."

 

"On the day of the Vampire's Green Moore Kingdom without a ruler, I was the chosen leader, but because Faratu did not accept the test results of his defeated power."

 

"After being fired from Green Moore for rebellion, he still hasn't broken up."

 

"..."

Kill each other."

 

He continued to rebel against it until it became a story for the vampire race.

 

"And that's why I had to be sealed in an oil painting until the vampire's war is over."

 

The King of Vampires announced to solve the story for many people to relieve their doubts. Although he did not mention the origin, to the point of causing a war in his own race, Faratu must have the same power as the current throne.

 

"But how can we be sure that your father is Faratu?"

"Faratu disappeared from our tracking for as long as the place is open."

 

"Maybe not."

"I have a way to prove it," Methus said.

 

"Is it possible if your master uses the power to understand Pann’s mind?"

"It's too dangerous, Methus."

 

"I can do it."

"I don't want you to take risks."

 

The conversation began to deviate into emotional territory with inappropriate opinions. Pann responded to Methus's opinion without considering the effects of using intuition. If you use it more, the deeper you dig into the place that shouldn't be, it may make Pann’s perception change forever.

 

"It affects your memory."

"I also want to know that in my memory..."

 

"How is it really?"

"P'Pann"

 

Pokpong wants to say that it is the elder's intention. But the light brown eyes are full of strength to make the story that is expected to have an end. His unstable memories are clear about the truth.

 

"I can do it, Mr Ramil."

"..."

 

"If it makes everything have an answer, I really want to do it. Yes."

 

The king of Jonoèl cannot be resisted because this method may be the most concise to answer all the past questions that are sent to the present, full of hatred.

 

"It's okay, Pokpong. I'll be back in a moment."

 

"Sir"

"Hmm"

 

"..."

"Then let's start the ceremony."

 

In the master bedroom of the Jonoèl Hotel's penthouse, there are now Ramil and Pann in the room. There are only two of them sitting on the soft carpet floor, making eye contact. The smaller owner suppresses the fear when the right time comes until his hands tremble. Before the other person holds it, gently stroking it to relieve anxiety.

 

"If you are not ready, we can stop this ceremony first."

 

"I'm ready."

"I also want to know.

 

"You look worried"

 

The slender fingertips touched the hair that covered the other person's face. Ramil moved. The body approached, imprinting his lips against the forehead. Chase down to the same organ, touching only gently, that does not encroach.

 

"If there is a danger, I will stop in time."

"Yes"

"Trust me"

"I trust you, Ramil."

 

Pann put his face and palms that supported his cheeks; his eyelids were completely closed. Breathe in full before he nods to the other person to start the ceremony to solve all the stories that linger in their hearts.