Living As A Marionette

"Tch. We must get off Richter. The whole town will be destroyed by The Colossus in the matter of minutes," yelled Fergus as he climbed to the stairs.

Everyone nods and begins to follow Fergus' instructions. Krilo on the other hand is cautious with this kind of person. His class [Premonition Holder] is one of the subclasses that act like The Nature's ears or they are widely known as The Nature's [Messenger]. It whispers the knowledge about the past or the future.

Fergus's class allows him to access The Nature's knowledge of the future. The more level he has, the more he can read further into the future with much more detail. The antithesis of this subclass is the [Historian] which can look into the past.

The problem with this class is that they are not usually trustworthy in society. They can fabricate the truth however they like, most of the time they can get away with it. With the higher ranking of this class are almost always the kingdom's advisor, war tactician, politician or a successful businessman.

On the other hand, the amount of whispers they process could turn someone into a lunatic. Especially if the truth is bitter. 70% of the lunatics in the kingdom's dungeon belong to this class.

Those two combined accounts for 98% of the total [Premonition Holder] subclass or higher. With 2% known to be engaged in humanitarian efforts such as The Helping Hand society, orphanage, philanthropist.

Krilo really hopes that Fergus is the 2%.

Fergus suddenly stopped in the middle of the stairs. A young man in his 20s standing outside. Brown orange-ish hair neatly combed to the right of his pretty face. Voltingen red long sleeved uniform. With a scorpion insignia displayed above his left chest.

A red snake like compfreund rest around his neck. The snake doesn't have eyes and its skull is exposed. The black hollow skull gazes at everyone eerily.

As one of the commandants of the Voltingen Kingdom, where are his elite armies?

"Be my shield Shervo!" Krilo listened to Lula talking to something. Immediately her drake came in front.

Niva, Fergus, Lula prepare their fighting stance with Lula's drake in front of them. While Krilo stays beside The Drake. Seeing that only two of them are in the fighting class.

"Your father is searching for you." He speaks with high dignity.

"The word you are looking for is stepfather. My biological father is out there," Niva yelled in denial. This commander knows who Niva is.

Everyone shocked. The person in front of Niva kneels immediately. "We are sorry for the commotion in the cathedral. I guarantee you that your life sentence will be lifted so please come home."

It seems that he is not in a shape for a fight. His right palm is folded into his front chest, while the left hand supports the upper body while in a kneeling position.

"The kingdom's top lapdog is kneeling on us?! Does a screw suddenly loosen in your head?" Lula laughs in a sight that she had never seen before.

"Nivarna. Staying with a mass murderer and an assassin is dangerous. Come Home!" The man lends his right hand. His voice become softer and softer the more he speaks.

Krilo instantly supports the man for his statement alone. But he is not in a position to do so. An invisible force almost took his life just by disagreeing with the boy.

"Krilo. Strike him!" Niva points his index finger.

"Okay." His mouth instantly blurted the word. He has no control of it but somehow his mood is instantly happy. The feeling is similar to a pleasure of approval. He wanted his 'master' to thank him for his service.

Krilo suddenly unleashes a stance. A white aura flooding his body. [Flash Step]. He moved with a great speed and directed his fist in front of the commandant. Clean hit towards the man's abdomen. It sent him flying.

'Whoa!' Krilo couldn't believe what he had done. A bit disappointed that he just punched a man on his knees. But the fact that he is the enemy commander of the Kingdom's elite force brightens his smile.

The proud Krilo quickly became frozen in place. The fact that boy can control Krilo's body with a slight command really terrifies him. Not only was his body moving on its own, his mental and fighting spirit altered in a snap of a hand. Hell, he can use the word 'cheer up' and the compfreund receiving it will instantly be happy.

A high ranking [Bard] can lift the fighting spirit even if the person almost died. But it requires a complex combination of notes and vocals. They are expected to play more than one instrument at the same time. Krilo can tell that the boy is a low rank [Bard] from his performance in their cell.

Niva's previous words in prison resonate in his thoughts. 'I am you. We are one. You came from The color of my nature.'

He looks at sentence one and three. Sentence three is the conclusion of his whole ordeal. It can be interpreted as this: 'I came from him so for the most part I am just a tiny fraction of his will.'

His theory was strengthened by Lula's callout to The Drake. Not in a fraction of a second, Shervo the Drake jumped in front of everyone. If Krilo would draw a Venn diagram, his small circle would be in Niva's big circle.

He is not the main character in this story. There is no way that a naive boy like him holds grudges, especially other people's grudges. The situation gets complicated when Krilo must explain his origin, first transmigration, second reincarnation and stuff.

They went out of the basement stairs. The sky turns orange. Meteor shower continuously hails down, toppling the wooden building in sight. Bodies dropping everywhere. Civilians, knights, men, women, even children have their body charred down by the flame.

Niva and Lula froze in place. The resigned Niva kneeled on the ground. "My home … Why is this happening?"

Krilo does not feel any remorse. All of them are guilty. All of them … including Niva.

He looks up to see Fergus's face beside him. A gruesome smile painted clearly on the [Premonition Holder]'s right side of his face. Krilo is not the only one enjoying the view.