Chapter 417: You Aren’t Supposed To Be Here
"What is it, Raziel? You look troubled," Selene asked, her brows knitting in concern as she stepped closer, sensing his distress.
Raziel took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had a lot to say to her, but he knew saving her life was the priority. He could always talk to her later.
And so he said with a grave look, "We have to leave this place now. The Bloodclaw Clan and their chief... they are coming. They will attack us within a matter of hours," he blurted out, his voice laced with urgency and fear.
Selene’s expression shifted from confusion to alarm, "The Bloodclaw Clan? Today? But how do you know this, Raziel? Did someone spot them?"
Raziel shook his head, "No. Not really. I-I can’t explain everything right now. But please, you have to believe me. I have already warned the others, and Grandpa Caius is making preparations for everyone to leave."
As Selene drew closer, her expression was a mix of concern and curiosity, gently etching across her serene face. Raziel, feeling the weight of his own words, lowered his gaze, struggling to convey the urgency of the situation, "I know it’s hard to believe a junior like me saying this without any tangible reason," he started, his voice a mix of worry and earnestness, "But I know we will be in great trouble if we don’t leave now," he added, lifting his eyes to meet hers, a blend of worry and pain swirling within them.
He took a deep breath, his voice tinged with a solemn edge, "I also know that their chief is out to ...kill you. So you have to be extra careful, Matron."
Selene paused, absorbing his words. Her expression shifted to one of seriousness, her ruby-red eyes searching his for an understanding she couldn’t quite grasp, "It feels like you already know what is going to happen, and I don’t know how," she said, her tone reflecting her confusion and intrigue. "But since your eyes tell me that you mean well, I will leave if that’s what you want us to do. Still, you have to later tell me what happened, okay?"
Raziel’s heart swelled with a mix of relief and gratitude. He nodded vigorously, "Of course. Thank you, Matron Selene, for believing in me," he said, his voice rich with sincerity. "When have I ever not believed in you?" Selene replied, her smile soft and reassuring, lighting up her features and warming Raziel’s heart. The thought that she, like others in his life, would place such trust in him despite him being a junior filled him with a sense of warmth and responsibility and sent a prickle of emotion behind his eyes.
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The village was a hive of hurried activity and palpable tension. Chief Caius, along with a group of young men and women, worked diligently to assist the injured onto makeshift beds that could be carried during their travel. They also aided the elders in packing their belongings onto a large cart, preparing for a swift departure.
Outside her home, Aurelia sat, clutching a woolen bag, her ears perked, keenly listening to her surroundings with an expectant look. At the sound of Raziel’s voice in the distance, her face brightened, and she slowly rose to her feet, her smile warm.
Raziel’s heart eased, seeing that everyone was packed and ready. The villagers, accustomed to the nomadic lifestyle, had efficiently prepared for the move. Still, the air was thick with anxiety, the villagers exchanging worried glances, wondering if the Bloodclaw Clan was indeed drawing near.
"Brother, you better not be joking about this. Or we will be the ones kicking your ass for spooking us like this," Morv approached Raziel, his face etched with concern. Voren, standing beside him, mirrored the same edgy demeanor.
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