Chapter 51

The following night, Uriel immediately went to the deep forest past the borderline and met with Sinclair.

"You're very early today, kid," The ghost commented. "You really trust everything I say, don't you?"

Uriel tilted his head a little in confusion, "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?"

"A lot, you stupid brat! Firstly, I could benefit a lot from eating you, so I could just be pretending to be holding myself back all this time. Secondly, you don't even know for sure what rules are administered among the spirits, so it'd really be dangerous for you! Don't you have any sense of doubt? What would you do if I were just luring you towards that festival to take advantage of you?"

A few seconds of silence ensued for a while before Uriel was able to talk.

"Well, you already said everything that might happen and villains don't do that, right? I mean, that's a stupid move. And about that sense of doubt you're talking about, I have one of that, but I don't feel anything suspicious or pretentious about you. Besides, I don't really mind if you have it your way with me and eat me or suck my life out of me. I don't really care."

Sinclair was taken aback.

Looking closely at the boy, he thought that the current Uriel wasn't too different from the past one, after all in terms of being reckless with his own life.

They only had two different takes on it – one was indifferent and cunning, while the other was carefree and innocent.

The core didn't change at all.

Sinclair threw the mask he brought to the kid and said what use is it.

"Don't you dare take that off when you attend the festival! I won't be able to do anything if you're caught, since I don't stand a chance against hundreds of spirits out there to hunt you. Be a little more aware of your safety, alright? Avoid bumping stupidly onto anything or anyone. Got it?"

Uriel cheerfully nodded and replied whilst wearing the mask that was given to him.

It was a bit annoying to wear since it's quite hard to breathe on it and his visions are limited because of it.

Nevertheless, he ignored those little things since he's very much interested in the festival and hanging out with Sinclair.

Besides, if Sinclair wasn't willing to share how much it costs the last time they talked about it, that must've been that the item was quite a big deal.

Soon after, Sinclair took shape into a full-fledged human form. He had legs and feet with him and even a skin color.

The flame was gone, but the burning azure hue was embedded on his beautiful eyes.

It was as fascinating as the night lights from the city, which made him admire the ghost even more.

He didn't say a thing to avoid ruining the mood since he knew the ghost isn't fond of praises and whatnot.

They walked side by side deeper in the forest.

Throughout that little stroll, they didn't talk about anything – Uriel's memories, how the festival looks like, what the mask's cost is, or how the ghost took the shape of a living human.

For once, their curiosities and retorts got shut off inside their ribcage as their hearts pound uncontrollably. It felt like Uriel's in for a great time, which thrills and scares him off.

The little fallen branches creaking beneath their feet and the grasses tickling his feet were quite distracting.

Not to mention, the mask and the darkness surrounding them.

In spite of all those hindrances, he couldn't feel the uneasiness or discomfort.

It's as if Sinclair is still burning his azure flames despite not being visibly there.

Gradually and slowly, the small, yellow, and flashing lights grew bigger and bigger.

Uriel is beginning to hear loud, merry noises from afar along with singing and clinking of glasses.

It's like an ancient feast exploding in the middle of a dark, deep forest.