Chapter 403 - Your 313 year old Wisdom.

As the morning sun shone across the horizon, one of the head Blacksmiths has found himself in a minor dilemma. One of the most productive Blacksmiths is missing. Although this won't affect the overall productivity in this craft too much, it is worth taking a look at.

For example, the Head Blacksmiths can't confirm for 50 Salaries to be sent out if only 49 Blacksmiths gave in enough work to earn that salary. But most importantly, he wants to check in on this one employee to make sure if he is alright or not. It's the Human thing to do, regardless of the racial differences.

The Head Blacksmith made his way to what used to be the Abandoned Houses section, not sure where the boy's house is he asked around a little bit before he was directed to a house very close to the walls. It was hard to understand the Zamerians, but since he constantly works with ten of them alone he managed to push through the conversation.

Before knocking on the door, the Head Blacksmith actually hopped that this boy is being lazy for once. He couldn't have over slept, considering it has already become 2 hours past noon since the sun granted Ignis with its illuminating light.

Whatever the case might be, we are about to find out. He knocked on the door lightly, and hoped to see the boy answer the door. But no, instead an old lady popped out, she is possibly near to her 70s.

"Hello Misses Denver, I'm looking for your son Eyil. He hasn't reported to work today, I wish to speak to him about it." The Head Blacksmith explained, tip toeing a couple of steps backwards after to give this nice old lady some space.

"Eyil... Not here." Misses Denver answered lightly, but spoke out her reply with a little bit of resistance.

"Not at home either? Do you know where he is? To be honest I just want to make sure that he is safe." He managed to show his primary intend here. He has not come to scold Eyil, nonetheless try to slap him or something like that.

Almost immediately sensing the good intend on this man, solely based on how soft his tone is and the kind concern on his face. Misses Denver became confident to give the best explanation she can, feeling almost certain that this man won't bring his boy trouble.

"He has love of his life. He has chase..." Taking a few seconds to collect her words, trying to be more and more descriptive she finally added. "He go at sun, early... Way early."

"Aha." The Head Blacksmith gave in a sigh of relief, he is glad that Eyil is alright. Now with that fact apart, business has to be consulted. "I'm guessing he won't be back anytime soon?"

"No no no no." Misses Denver shook her finger repeatedly, massively out of sync with her words however. "The love, stone head. Eyil can't beat obstacle and bring here. So no, long time no Eyil."

Seeing an old lady trying to communicate in a language she wasn't used with at all, has perks. For example it is very adorable to watch, this lady seems to describe everything while moving her limbs so it becomes more interesting.

It struck the Head Blacksmith that Eyil could have left his mother here alone, financially unsupported so he can go after a girl. So he wanted to do a good thing here for Misses Denver, that will at least give her options for food when everything won't be for free anymore.

"I will talk to Alama, and the King as well. Regardless, Eyil has put in a months of work so I will try to bring you his salary. It should be about 60 to 70 Gold Coins, I hope it will prove useful for you Misses Denver." He showed a lot of good intend here, but what Misses Denver said next struck him rather well.

"I have 8 Children and a Husband. 5 work, so 600 Gold Coins in house month." Misses Denver showed levels of badassery here in terms of financial freedom, and with gender restrictions nearly non existent in Gaster Kingdom it isn't a surprise that 600 Gold Coins are coming in this house.

"I feel happy for you Misses Denver, but it is only right if I bring you his salary. You can give it to him when he returns, or spend it. That will be up to you." With a smile across his face, he greeted Misses Denver and made his way to the Gaster Castle.

Misses Denver is of course disappointed a little bit how her son made such a bald decision, dropping an amazing opportunity to chase after a lady who admittedly told him to f.u.c.k off although indirect.

But at the same time, she admires his courage. Leaving his home and family is hard enough but talking to Osira again will feel 10 times harder, she obviously isn't at the best place at the moment.

As for the Head Blacksmith's duties at the moment, his job is to report King Michael of the missing employee and ask for Eyil to be replaced by another so filling in monthly orders won't be even harder.

Getting a new Blacksmith won't likely be the hardest thing to do, with trust on King Michael being build tremendously and the sole fact that only one employee is required but most importantly he wants Misses Denver to receive her son's half Salary.

...

While the Fire Controllers were training, the Head Blacksmith met with Alama and explained the situation. She didn't want to make a big deal about it, but the talk is about Osira after all so it is worth putting in to a full topic.

It has become a small little habit to come and eat here in the castle after training, usually around 6pm but sometimes they came here as early as 3pm depending on the overall morale.

So with the Fire Controllers present, Alama wanted to explain what the Head Blacksmith told her and she didn't plan to beat around the bush. "Osira apparently has a lover, or at least so I have been told. He is a Blacksmith, and has left the Kingdom to go after her."

Everyone was left at shock here, considering that they understand quite well how no one would have the chance to get this close to Osira. Mogranius went in to the biggest shock, since he knows a bit more what Osira could be feeling.

Unusually, Eric broke the silence here first with a little expression. "Well well well, would you look at Osira. She didn't tell me anything about a lover." Obviously he didn't let out this sentence as rough, but instead meant it at a teasing matter.

"Very romantic really, he dropped everything and went after her." Alama expressed, as if poking King Michael here although they never had such a situation before between each other.

Mogranius added after swallowing his food, "Well at least the Hidden domain gets a new useful member, they need Blacksmiths there."

"Are we sure that we are going to leave this situation be? We don't know where Osira is, if she is safe and where exactly she will go." Dilli added, trying to put in effort since she got used with Osira around. Letting the silence stretch for over five seconds, she added in guilt. "I feel like we should do... something."

"Osira is practically unstoppable, she will be fine don't worry." Eric boasted her name again, but meaning every word of course.

...

The talk about Osira stretched for about half an hour and regardless of any thoughts and expressions King Michael just could not fight off that feeling of guilt in his heart, feelinf that her disappearance is all because of him.

Of course he would feel even more guilty if Osira got in a uncomfortable situation because of him, be it physically or morally. She is a lady in a Continent where she could be stepped on.

He has locked himself in his Library, knowing that people rarely walk in here. Stefan is occupied with is little lady most of the time, so that's the reason of the emptiness in this room.

Surprisingly, Michael has even grabbed a bottle of Gr.a.p.e Ale with him. He doesn't drink, he hasn't done it for years but in situations like this when guilt is unstoppable, this could be a good temporary solution.

Wondering where the King has gone too, Alama went through a few rooms until she finally reached for the Library. She saw King Michael at one edge of the room, sitting on a fur covered chair, quietly near a torch giving out just a bit of light.

At this time, she couldn't notice the bottle on his hand which has been mostly camouflaged by the Darkness. But when moving closer towards him, at a specific angle she saw the bottle shine due to the Torch.

Seeing that he is obviously at a bad state, not even willing to talk even though Alama has entered the room, she took the initiative of joining him without permission.

When I say she joined him, I don't mean that she too has grabbed a bottle to drink it. From the side, she sat on his thighs mostly and lightly snatched the bottle of his hands and placed it on the reading table near them.

Not sure what to say here, she narrowed it down to either being overly clingy or too supportive. She understands that the King won't express his feelings easily, so she decided to soften this sadness in another way.

"Can you remove the band from my hair?" She turned her back on him, while still on his lap which in many ways can be triggering. And the fact that she asked for him to remove her head band, points out where this night will lead to.

After he helped her, she stood up and afterwards sat on his lap once more but wanted to face him, eye to eye and lips to lips.

Five minutes later, after obviously making the King feel a lot better. She decided to move on with what she had in mind next. First, she dimmed the light. Well actually splashed a cup of water on the torch as throwing the torch down in a place full of flammable content would obviously be a bad idea.

She removed her fur coat after, this place obviously got too heated and there is only so much she can handle. Now at least she can move a bit better, her leather jerkin met his with a strong cling and she softly breathed on his neck. "Can you show me your 313 years of wisdom tonight?"