There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 376. A Gentle Mountain

"I hope it’s not impertinent of me," Ludya looked at the blue eyes, which were as firm and clear as always. In black and white photographs, he would look like his father’s twins.

There was heartache and regret in Ludya’s chest when he heard about what happened to House Ishtera. Radia did not tell her what was the reason for the original betrayal, or what kind of power the Horins pursued in Zein which made them hunt him. But she didn’t need to know it to see the heartbreak this family had experienced for the past three decades.

He wondered if there was something they could do had they known about it. Regretfully, Ludya thought that there might be nothing. Around that time, she was busy with her own heartbreak of losing her husband.

Perhaps it was just the course of fate.

"No, thank you for coming," the Young Patriarch, the last remaining member of the House, replied gracefully. Despite spending almost his entire life in the end zones, the quality of one’s blood did not lie.

At the very least, he wasn’t alone. The loyal vassals were still there, and he had one of the most powerful new generation espers by his side.

"Then, I hope I’m not being rude by following her?" Yuria Apsoro chimed in cheekily behind Calix and Laurel, who were holding themselves back from rolling their eyes.

Zein looked at the shadow Patriarch briefly, before shifting his gaze toward another group that had just entered the mourning house. The patriarch of House Caishen and the heir of House Kamui; there was also the patriarch from House Arok, if he recalled correctly, with his grandson tugging behind wearing a sheepish smile--Zein felt like he saw the man in the annual gathering, probably.

He exhaled slowly, softly. If he had to be honest, he had never intended this to be a social event. He just wanted to have a quiet memorial service with the Ishtera household members and Bassena. He didn’t mind his friends being there if they wanted to, and by extension, the Mallarcs, who were the family of his friend.

But then Yuria was there, because, of course, he would know what happened, as a House excelling in information gathering. At least he was Calix’s friend. But he forgot what Ludya said; the matter of his father had been added to the case that would be used against Torodeo and the Horins, so in the end, the whole Council would find out about it.

"It’s not a bad thing," Radia said as he glanced toward the entrance. "It means they show you some respect. They could have just sent some wreaths through messengers, but they personally come."

"I guess..."

"Just treat them like you treat any other people," Bassen whispered behind his ears, and the ticklish sensation actually relaxed him, enough for his face to stop stiffening.

Ludya patted his shoulder before heading inside with the rest of the Mallarcs, to not crowd the entrance. Bassena stayed there, however, as well as Senan. Yuria stayed a bit to greet the uninvited VIP guests first before heading inside to follow the Mallarcs.

"Ishtera," Zhou Caishen seemed to be leading the group, greeted him first with a rather awkward expression. Seemed like Yuria had mischievously mentioned that they were uninvited guests--although he was technically one too. "I know this is not an open event, but I hope you’re not too offended by our sudden visit."

"I appreciate your consideration," Zein nodded, accepting the patriarch’s hand. "Thank you for coming."

Zhou Caishen looked at the altar, gaze deepened at the sight of Alteroan’s portrait. "I just...want to give my respect."

Strangely, Zein felt sincerity from that statement. "This way," he led the patriarch toward the Altar while greeting the others on the way there. The heir of House Kamui sent his ill father’s regard, and the grandson of House Arok seemed very eager to talk to him--but was deterred by Bassena’s stare.

It was strange, seeing people he had only met once in a formal setting gave respect to his father--whom he only met once too, in an unalive state. It was, however, not a bad feeling, Zein realized. Just weird. But he could see the Elder looking elated on the side, as well as the other Iron Shield members.

Zein came to a realization then, of why Radia said it wasn’t bad. House Ishtera had been buried in obscurity thanks to the internal feud that happened because of him--or rather, because of the vessel of Setnath. Moreover, for the past thirty years, they had been forced to live in hiding due to the Horins.

But now, seeing the other Old Houses come to the memorial service, the Elder was being reminded of the story of old; of what his father, and his father’s father told him about, when House Ishtera was still a respected House in charge of protecting the daughters of Freyja. The Ishteras never thought of glory, for their glory laid on their duty of protecting the seed of Setnath--which they had failed to uphold for a century. Still...for the name of Ishtera to be resounded and be respected again, was the dream any loyal vassal would have.

And finally...finally, they could see it unveiled before their eyes.

It would be much better if it didn’t happen in a memorial service of their dead Master, of course, but at this point, being able to have a memorial service at all was already a miracle.

A miracle brought by their long-lost young master.

The fact that they did nothing to contribute to it was a shame that they would bring to their graves; a shame that they would pay with devotion.