《RE: Clandestine》


 Volume1: Chapter 1

    Chapter 1


    Nnnh..


    Hmm?


    MMMHHH?!


    ¡°Son da ion!¡± A lady¡¯s voice screamed, followed by a celebrative howl by whoever was inside the same room.


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    What the hell is happening right now.


    The first thing I heard were a group of unfamiliar voices upon gaining conciousness.


    Wait a minute.


    I can¡¯t open my eyes?!


    ¡°Waya! Faat! Delia san ion naa suushu!¡±


    ¡°Bles ssio?!¡±


    What the hell are the saying?! It¡¯s not in English!


    As I was in the middle of shock, I felt that the lady handed ¡°me¡± to another lady.


    Uh oh, she feels scary.


    Before I even realized it, the lady slapped my face, hard. The change of events were too sudden for me to have a proper reaction. So I just started to think about all the bad things I did in my life to deserve this. This had to be a nightmare.


    Yeah, a nightmare. I¡¯ll wake up soon. I¡¯m sure of it.


    Then she landed another slap.


    It was the strongest.


    No woman had ever slapped me that hard, it made me cry in pain.


    ¡°Fon da wayu! Sin ne!


    ¡°Sol sol!¡±


    I felt kisses on my face, it made me shiver.


    Then I was bathed. Hands rubbed my body with wet cloth.


    This¡­ is too real to be a dream.


    I¡¯m unable to see. Have I gone blind? What kind of people are in here?


    I¡¯m scared.


    Terrified.


    Someone please help me.


    Then, I was handed once again to another pair of hands.


    ¡°Sor ei wa. Re ion.¡±


    A deep male voice spoke. It was the gentlest. It made me feel a sense of solace. One I''ve never felt before.


    I was then wrapped with warm cloth.


    I¡¯m tired from all of this.


    I was just an ordinary and lonely old man. 44 years old. Not yet married.


    I remember going home from work after a tired day of handling corpses. Undertaker. Not my cup of tea.


    Then after work, I went for a little drink in a small bar. I can¡¯t remember what happened next. I wonder how much I drunked? But I was sure somebody came up to me. I wonder.


    Then I got out of the bar. This much I remember. Feeling a little bit drowsy, I continued my way home. I got on my penny farthing. My worn out bicycle. I should have gotten a new one, people were looking at me with pity. Yes, my life is pitiful. I don¡¯t want anyone knowing though.


    My father died when I was two years old. My sickly mother was left to fend me and my sisters all alone. She died when I turned five.


    I don¡¯t really remember her face, but I¡¯m sure it was beautiful.


    She¡¯s in heaven right now, watching out for me. I¡¯m sure of it.


    We had no relatives, I suppose. I assumed that was why we were put into an orphanage. My sisters were adopted sooner than I was. They went without remembering how I look like. I wonder how they¡¯re doing? They were still toddlers when they got adopted. They should be about just past their 30s by now.


    I got off my bike to fix the broken chains. Damn that bicycle.


    I wasn¡¯t sure where I stopped, but now that I think about it, it must¡¯ve been a road.


    Then I saw two headlights, coming straight at me. I thought, maybe my time was up? I was drunk so I wasn¡¯t thinking very straight. The driver was asleep. It was midnight after all. I can understand his feeling.


    Then everything went dark.


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    Then it hit me.


    Ah.


    I died.


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    Hi.


    It¡¯s me again.


    It¡¯s been two years since I was born.


    And 47 years in the ¡®my¡¯ world.


    Yes, that¡¯s right.


    This place is an entirely different universe.


    Right now, I¡¯m reading a book about the history of this place.


    A two year old reading a book in an entirely different language?


    It¡¯s laughable.


    But don¡¯t forget that I have the mind of an old man.


    It seems this world is called ¡°Ferudye¡±, which, in our language means the eclipse. This place is like the fantasy worlds you read in teenage novels.


    They have witches, wizards, demons, gods, angels, warriors, monster, magic academies, sword academies. All of those exist here.


    Baffled? I already accepted that fact years ago. Or to be more specific, 2 years. I have completely come to terms with it today.


    I have been living in a mansion, or should I say, castle? It seems like my father is the King. That makes my mother the Queen, and me, a prince.


    Haha.


    But I¡¯m the third prince. I have two older brothers and two little sisters who got born yesterday.


    The eldest is named Rowan. He is 18 years old this year. The boy is very kind and polite. He always comes to my room to play with me. Very skilled in magic, a little bit clumsy though. He tells me he has a girlfriend, but he hasn¡¯t told our parents yet. Appearance wise, he has light brown hair and green eyes. His body is what I call athletic. He is also very good-looking like my father. His kind and gentle demeanor has won the hearts of all the maids in this castle. Right now, he is schooling at Fachedein Magic Academy. Which is a very prestigious magic academy. Almost like Harvard University in the real world.


    The second eldest is named Rolan. He¡¯s 16 years old this year. The youth is a very, *sigh* violent person. He would come to my room to play but in a wrong way. I can¡¯t recall how many times he dropped me on the hard ground. Very good in sword fighting. Appearance wise, he has darker blonde hair and green eyes. His body is well built and is also very handsome. It seems like he has trouble controlling his anger, and always get into fights with Rowan. Right now, he is studying at Jabberluck Sword Academy. Also very prestigious.


    I guess my brothers are all goddamn talented.


    The eldest sister is named Fione. A newborn. Can¡¯t tell what she looks like yet. A potato maybe?


    Her twin is called Flarine. Also a newborn. Looks the same.


    My name here is Roah Philemon. Philemon is my family¡¯s proud name. I am blessed with light blonde hair and big eyes. Which is cute to people. Cute, that is how I would like to describe myself in a nutshell. My lips have a natural curve to them. So it looks like I am always smiling though I¡¯m not. Green eyes run in my family so it was only natural for me to have them too. I have very pale skin, unlike my brothers.


    I¡¯ve never dreamed of being this cute. Not even once. It the real world, I just looked like an old man. That is why I¡¯m still single. No woman found me attractive.


    My family is very high class. Heck, they rule this country. Heglolia of the East, that¡¯s what they call it.


    I¡¯m still thinking about how I got here. I have been doing a lot of secret researches lately. Since I can now walk with my two legs.


    Life here hasn¡¯t been so bad. I¡¯ve been happier even.


    But I still want to go back.


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    Chapter 2</a>

 Volume 1-Chapter 2

    Chapter 2


    (Since the main character can understand the language now, I will write the dialogues in English)


    30 000 years ago, the Elves ruled over the Red Land, what is called as Eglolia of the East today. The Elves were a very clever tribe, and very proud. They were also skilled magicians and were the first ever to discover magic. Although they are small in numbers, they were enough to be able to govern an entire continent.


    Ugh, what a predictable history.


    A particular elf had made this possible. His name was Delgaramen.


    The humans at that time were weak and had no particular ruler.  Delgaramen saw this opportunity and seized the chance. Thus, the humans became enslaved to Delgaramen because without him, they would be starved to death. Delgaramen made the humans do all the hard work, while the elves were treated like nobles.


    Discontent from the humans soon surfaced. They began forming parties and groups to bring down the Elves. Briham Endells was the one who created the rebellion. Briham was well known for his quick wits and was an author. He secretly published books that told the humans about Delgramen¡¯s undoing. This ignited further discontent in the Humans. He soon became a member of a party raid against Delgramen. Briham¡¯s team tried to rebel, but those who were unhappy with Delgaramen¡¯s cruel way of treating them were killed in an instant. Briham¡¯s Endells was burned alive. Phase 1 of the Human¡¯s Rebellion against Delgramen was a total failure.


    ¡°Having fun reading that history book, Roah?¡±


    With a jolt, I quickly looked behind me and saw my father crouching.


    Looks like he¡¯s home from the meeting.


    His face looked worn out and I assumed he had a very tiring day.


    ¡°Welcome home!¡± I said fluently.


    It feels awkward to do this because I never had a father before.


    And I¡¯m older than he is.


    But for the time being, I need to act like a child so that people don¡¯t find me odd.


    ¡°I¡¯m home!¡± He exclaimed and carried me on his toned arms.  ¡°So did you miss me?¡±


    I put on a playful smile. ¡°eah¡¯!¡±


    After I said that, he swarmed with kisses on the bed and chanted about how cute I am.


    It was traumatic.


    I really hate it when he does this. I don¡¯t mind my mother¡¯s though, or the maids¡¯. But since I realize how cute I really am, I can understand everyone¡¯s feelings. (proud)


    ¡°Is papa tired?¡± I asked after having a second look at his face. He was a very handsome man, I¡¯m a little jealous.


    ¡°Not at all.¡± He smiled sincerely and hugged my body affectionately on the bed.


    Oh God, this is disgusting! I didn¡¯t know fathers did these things with their sons! It¡¯s time to do some magic.


    I have been practicing my magic skills secretly these past two years. I¡¯m proud to say that this old man still got the knack to study! (Magic, that is)


    I¡¯ll cast a harmless sleeping spell on him.


    By this candle I do sleep, hidden from the day, in the night so deep. O lady Moon. Guide his dreams, cover him with your beautiful beams. As he candle flame dies, please close his eyes. Allow him to wake in the warmth of The Sun


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    I¡¯ll cast a harmless sleeping spell on him.


    ¡°Papa go to sleep!¡± I said broke off from his embrace without much struggle.


    Oh finally, he¡¯s asleep. Thank God.


    Since most spells are harmless and easy to learn, even children can learn it. Magic, however, is an entirely different story. But since my family is highly infatuated with the Wizards¡¯ Continent Versailles. Not to mention my brother is a Magic student, a book about various Magic Incantations can be found inside my father¡¯s library. Though no one except my father and brother is allowed to enter the library, I found a secret passage way to sneak inside.


    I covered Thrastos¡¯(my father¡¯s name) body with the blanket and left him in deep sleep.


    I look at the half read History book and feel my stomach curling up.


    Ugh, I hate History.


    I¡¯ve never been good at it in the real world. Not even once. I graduated high school without knowing a single thing about it.


    I like Magic better. I can feel Harry¡¯s blood inside of me. Maybe I should get an owl too?


    I got off form the edge of the bed and walked outside my room. The corridor was a long one, and a damn pretty one too. It¡¯s like the ones in Queen Elizebeth¡¯s house. Only prettier!


    Alright, time to learn some Magic!


    I stroded a very long way across the corridor. My baby legs can¡¯t handle this every day! So I decided to learn magic each alternate day. I will learn about the history of this place and simple spell of every other day. A perfect straight-A student¡¯s timetable!


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    I picked up the wooden wand on the small table. Wands are not necessary to do Magic, but it is certainly needed for learning. Especially by amateurs, but I am not an amateur. I¡¯ve already memorised most of the Magic incantations in the book. Now all that is left are the easy and short ones which I think is for children.


    If somebody were to find me here I''d be dead. So I hid myself in the farthest book shelf.


    Since Magic is a sacred knowledge, only some are allowed to learn it. Since Humans have some type of connection with the Elves, which are the first race to ever discover Magic, it was only natural for them to know some knowledge of the incantations as well. The knowledge has been passed down generation by generation and now I have learned it too.


    I flipped through the pages and reached page 1234. It was a simple guide to make a small fire circle. It¡¯s supposedly to scare [Brethrens] away, which is a type of witch monster.


    ¡°Ah this one is very easy.¡±


    The page read:


    Fire burns and fire turns all evil and harm away from me. Fires power and fires might. Protects me every day and night!


    I chanted.


    Surprisingly, it seems like I was too strong to do easy magic.


    Right now, the entire library is burning in scarlet flame.


    Shit.


    Hello and thank you again for reading, this is a very short chapter and I apologise. Peace