Chapter 47:Friends Letter

After having had a very filling breakfast Nathan and Sasha left the house where they each went to their respective jobs leaving only Adryan who stayed behind to modify a metal straw.

Using his control of fire, a hammer and a nail that he had cleaned well, the redhead had modified the straw so that one end was bulging and had multiple small holes on it.

Looking at his work, Adryan just nodded and went to the kitchen and brought from it a bag where he had carefully cut and crushed different medicinal herbs and weeds.

'I just hope this is a little closer to the original flavor' the redhead thought somewhat uneasily as he served the special herb into a large cup and using the modified straw he made a space on one side where he left the straw.

Then he grabbed a jug that he had filled with cold water and poured it into the cup, then he took an experimental sip through the straw and could only sigh in relief.

'It tastes like cheap kurupi weed but at least it has the flavor of a terere,' the redhead thought with relief as he poured more water back into the cup and took another sip.

That's how Adryan spent Wednesday morning drinking more than 2 liters of terere, he would have gone for 3 but something stopped him.

A male voice began to reach his ears and, surprised, the redhead stopped drinking.

'Is someone praying to me?

It has to be the soldier in my house.

Did something big happen?' thought seriously the redhead who left the jug almost empty of water and the cup on the table along with the container and the bag and ran to the bathroom.

Locking up and sitting on the toilet Adryan closed his eyes and began to draw in his mind the sphere of light.

After a few moments he reappeared at the entrance of the City of Calamities and looking at his left arm he saw how the golden dust was pulsing and shining.

Passing spirituality to dust he saw how the screen reformed and also saw how the soldier was in his bathroom and there was a letter carefully placed on the sink.

"My lord, I'm sorry to have to bother you, but a few moments ago a letter was sent here from a man named Charles, I await your orders as to what to do."

'Charles? What could he want with me now?' the redhead thought in surprise as he brought his opposite hand to his forehead and rubbed it.

Looking closely at the image of his kneeling soldier, Adryan saw how the things he had left in a corner of the bathroom were still there, so taking a sigh, he spoke to the screen.

"I need you to sacrifice that letter to me through a ritual using the materials that are in a corner and following my instructions"

He watched as the soldier just nodded and getting up from his place he went and grabbed the things in a corner and Adryan began to guide him in what to do.

With the ritual ready, the soldier knelt on the ground and began to pray.

"The Fire of Destruction that eradicated depravity...."

Stopping pasing spirituality to the door of fire, it closed and Adryan spoke for the last time to the screen.

"Good job Saturday night I'll be back home that's all" said Adryan and he watched as the soldier just gave a military salute and after that he cut the connection causing the screen to turn back to the golden dust that covered his left arm again.

Sighing feeling the consumption of his spirituality, Adryan turned his head and looked at the letter that was on the ground and extending his hand he made the letter fly to it.

Looking that it was sealed with a simple blue seal on the front and turning it around he saw how Charles's name was written on it.

Sighing again, Adryan opened the letter and began to read its contents.

-To my good friend Adryan Kenway.

First I would like to apologize for how I reacted the last time we met and I would also like to thank you for saving my life.

If it wasn't for you I'm sure I would be dead now so thank you very much my dear friend.

I'm not sure if you know since you haven't been to the club since what happened but Viktor passed away at the party.

The funeral will be in the Holy Wind Cathedral graveyard in Cherwood Borough and I think I spoke for Isaac and Viktor that it would be good if you attended.

I hope you are better and again thank you very much for what you did.

Your good friend Charles Brown.-

The redhead just closed the letter again and let out a tired sigh as he sat on the yellow ground of the City and looked at the letter in his hands.

"Viktor..." said Adryan with a regret in his voice, who only raised a hand to his forehead.

He already had his suspicions when he did not find the man in the mansion's garden but he had hoped that the man had escaped elsewhere but in the end his hopes were in vain.

Looking and rereading the letter again, Adryan just sent the letter aside and wrapped it in yellowish smoke and after doing so he left the Sefirot.

Returning to his body, he left the bathroom and returned to the living room and sat on the sofa then grabbed the cup and poured himself some more and took another sip before sighing in defeat.

He couldn't feel the refreshing taste of the drink and just put the cup and jug back down on the table while staring at the floor in silence.