Zafir desperately wanted to leap in to protect Regina, but his legs trembled with exhaustion, leaving him frozen in place.
“Shit, I won’t make it, I haven’t tested this yet, it better work!” Richard muttered with urgency. From his pouch, he retrieved a round object and hurled it towards the drake that was lunging at Regina.
“Eek!” Regina gasped in fear as the object hurtled through the air.
In the next instant, the surrounding trees were uprooted as a powerful gust of wind erupted. The drakes, caught in the blast, were forcefully blown backwards, colliding with the upheaved trees. Regina lay unconscious in the center of the chaotic aftermath.
From within the round object, powerful winds surged forth, enveloping Regina in a swirling vortex. Unconscious of her own actions, Regina instinctively amplified the wind's strength, unleashing a fierce gust that repelled the drake attacking her. The winds expanded outward from her, creating a protective barrier that pushed away the other drakes, skillfully avoiding Richard, Farid, and Zafir in the chaos. As quickly as they appeared, the red markings on Regina's body faded away, leaving a momentary silence in the aftermath of the tempestuous display.
In the blink of an eye, everything unfolded rapidly.
Zafir cautiously addressed Richard, trying to navigate his curiosity without causing offense.
"Who are you guys? You all don’t smell like humans," he asked, his tone measured to avoid any unintended offense.
Richard responded cryptically,
"You only have to know that woman who left and this boy were the first two to live here."
Perplexed, Zafir couldn't help but notice Richard referring to the village chief as 'boy'.
"Did he just call the village chief ‘boy’? This man doesn’t seem that old," Zafir thought, surprised by the informal address for the elder beastman.
Zafir mulled over the possibility that the woman who left could be a beastman using transformation magic to appear human. Recalling the lessons Khalid had imparted about magic, he considered the existence of spells that could alter one's form drastically.
She quickly scanned her surroundings, her heart pounding in her chest, until she found Richard nearby. Rushing to him, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace, seeking comfort from the lingering terror of her dream. Richard, though surprised by the sudden hug, responded with a reassuring pat on Regina’s head, silently comforting her in the dimly lit forest.
Milli returned after a while, her head bowed in a melancholy manner.
“How are the villagers?” Richard asked gently, already sensing the answer from Milli’s somber expression.
Milli shook her head slightly and settled down beside the unconscious Farid, cradling his head in her lap.
“It’s been over 20 years since I left him here in Daw’ Al-Qamar,” Milli began after taking a deep breath, her voice tinged with sorrow as she stroked Farid’s hair tenderly.
“He wasn’t my son, you see… I came across his family near another village while fleeing from the Azevaria Empire. Their village was under attack, and his parents pleaded with me to save him with their dying breaths when he was just a baby. I couldn’t refuse.”
“I chose to settle in this forest, away from other humans, to raise him because I couldn’t trust humans anymore. They were the ones who shattered my peaceful life,” Milli continued, her voice heavy with old wounds and regret.
“I used to sneak out from my house in the forest into human towns to gather information about beastmen and rescue those captured by humans,” Milli continued, her voice carrying the weight of her memories.
“As time passed, more rescued beastmen settled here, turning it into a small village. Farid knew I wasn’t his biological mother, yet he always called me ‘mama’…” Milli’s voice softened with nostalgia.
“Why does Farid look so old?” Regina interrupted, her confusion evident.
“Beastmen have a shorter lifespan compared to humans. They reach adulthood around ten years old and are considered old by thirty. As a quarter-beastman like me, I have a longer lifespan,” Milli explained patiently.
“It’s been around twenty years since I last saw Farid. He was such a sweet boy, always so clingy to me…” Her voice trailed off with a mix of fondness and sadness.
“Why did you leave him?”Regina asked, curious.
“Um...how old are you?” Regina asked curiously, breaking the silence that followed Milli’s explanation.
“It’s rude to ask a lady’s age, you know!” Milli responded with a gentle smile, her tone lightening the mood.
After a moment, Milli noticed Regina hugging Richard from behind.
“Loner’nen, since when is Regina so close to you?” She teased Richard playfully, trying to inject a bit of levity into the conversation.
“...None of your business,” Richard replied curtly, his focus still on adjusting his equipment.
“Anyway, did you do this?” Milli asked, gesturing to the ruined area with uprooted trees and drake corpses strewn around.
“Not me,” Richard replied, shaking his head.
“Eh?” Milli exclaimed in surprise.
“Erm… It was the girl over there…” Zafir pointed towards Regina, answering Milli.
“Eh? Regina did this…?” Milli turned to Richard for confirmation, and he nodded in response. Regina, still hugging Richard from behind, looked equally puzzled.
"So she did it unconsciously, huh..." Milli thought to herself, contemplating Regina's inadvertent display of power.
Farid slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
"Mama... how are the villagers?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Milli shook her head gently, unable to hold back her tears.
"I see..." Farid's expression softened with understanding.
"I'm sorry!" Zafir suddenly interjected, prostrating himself before Farid in a gesture of remorse.
"It's okay... It's not entirely your fault..." Farid reassured him, shaking his head.
"B-but..." Zafir hesitated, still keeping his head lowered.
“I still need to bury the dead and clean up the place…” Farid struggled to stand on his wobbly legs, determined to return to the village.
“I will help you.” Milli gently took hold of Farid’s arm, offering him support as he leaned on her.
“...M-me too…” Zafir spoke softly, raising his hand while keeping his head down, overwhelmed with shame.
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