LOGINA few moments later Mr. Kei continued the story, very sure that Quan saw the teacher deliberately staring at her and the other Black disciples.
After taking blood oaths, the first Red Group called in the spirits, Mr. Kei said, for many nights. On the seventh night, the first spirit in the form of a black wolf appears, then the second, third, and so on until the number is equal to the summoners.
The first Red Group hummed sad songs and lamentations of despair, and their requests before the spirits. Then, the wolf spirits granted it by way of tapping some of their essence into the Red People.
The person who was possessed fell unconscious until dawn, and woke up in a state already a wolf demon.
“The following night the second Red Group, did as the first did in different places. But the spirits answered them faster, on the third night. This time the spirits that came were golden lions. The same procession took place, and the majestic lion demon was created.
“In a different place again, on the same night as the second group, the third Red Group carried out their ritual. On the sixth night, the spirits of the white tigers came angrily feeling disturbed.
"The calling of the callers calms them down, and the lament and sorrow of the Red touches the soul that is called. That is, the third Red Group won the trust of the spirits to preserve half of their essence.
“However, the Fangs didn't succeed in becoming stealth like the Red Group got. Overnight, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels.
“They were angry and refused to help the Fangs, and instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of the Fangs.
“The essence darkens the blood of the poor, erodes fangs, and snatches their speed on par with the Bats. They woke up like normal human beings but were black-blooded, and did not have the privileges of the Red Group.
“In a feeling of shame and guilt, the Fangs declared to the Security Order that they could not help, and the Red People consoled and mourned them.
“Then, the Red Nation which had become stealth advanced together to fight the Bats. When injured, they finally realize that their blood is no longer red.
“At that moment, the Red People and also the Fangs began to call themselves according to the color of blood. The incident became the beginning of a peaceful division between the Red people. From it, remembered those years with the Era of Partition.
“By the end of the fifth century, the Bats had been annihilated, and sadly, as well as the Red People, which basically had only a few hundred people left.
“Curses from the help of the spirits finally surfaced. A marriage born from a mixture of red blood and other blood can never give birth to a red blooded baby again. Over time, the Red Nation was completely gone, replaced by other bloody nations.
“Decades later, the gods gave grace to the lucky descendants of the Black people with magical powers called oge as we already know. Therefore, the smiles and hopes of the Black Nation re-emerge, because they have something as valuable as the demons.”
Mr. Kei ended the long story in a low voice, then walked over to the chair and sat down. The end began as other bloody disciples began to look at the Black disciples, including in the direction of Quan.
Again, Quan's head seemed to be bitten by an invisible ant. Hot and annoying. Yoan teased the awkwardness by raising his hand.
“Yes, Yoan?” welcomed Mr. Kei, leaning back in his chair.
“Why now oge rarely appear, when in the past so many Black people have it?” Yoan asked loudly. “And also, why can't the other nations change forms like those of old?”
“Good question, Yoan,” answered Mr. Kei with a smile. “I think we now know what is the best assignment for this material.”
The other students simultaneously complained and looked annoyed at Yoan. Mr. Kei stood up, packed his books, and a moment later the resting bell rang.
“See you next week," he said. “And tell me your own essay or explanation for Yoan's question on a piece of paper. Collect the day after tomorrow in my room, and yes, Yoan, you also have to answer your own questions.”
Quan sighed. Yoan sure is a jerk.
A few moments later Mr. Kei continued the story, very sure that Quan saw the teacher deliberately staring at her and the other Black disciples.After taking blood oaths, the first Red Group called in the spirits, Mr. Kei said, for many nights. On the seventh night, the first spirit in the form of a black wolf appears, then the second, third, and so on until the number is equal to the summoners.The first Red Group hummed sad songs and lamentations of despair, and their requests before the spirits. Then, the wolf spirits granted it by way of tapping some of their essence into the Red People.The person who was possessed fell unconscious until dawn, and woke up in a state already a wolf demon.“The following night the second Red Group, did as the first did in different places. But the spirits answered them faster, on the third night. This time the spirits that came were golden lions. The same procession took place, and the majestic lion demon was crea
Mr. Kei paused and let his students accept the words before continuing.“It is said that the origin of the three colors other than black is the Red Nation. Do you know what era I mean?”The children answered in unison, “Era of Red Blood.”“Yes, of course.” Mr. Kei agreed, then continued. “And in that one millennium, they created history by preserving the curse, and in the end destroying the Red Nations themselves.”“You mean to say that the White, Silver and Blue People are the result of a curse?” Exan interrupted sharply.Mr. Kei smiled and shook his head slowly.“Our ancestors who were originally Red People did get a curse,” explained the teacher straightforwardly. “But we are not meant to be born only to bear the title of curse. Our life is a gift, even though it starts with mistakes that shouldn't be done. It's not our fault, it's nobody's fault.”
That sentence silenced the excitement of the students. Quan lost her smile that was only slightly. The other students looked at Mr. Kei with an incomprehensible look.“So.” Mr. Kei decided. “Does anyone know where the error is?”Many students try to find answers in the thick books they have, and some of them just look at each other and shake their heads.“Yoan?” Mr. Kei called a first-rate boy in the class.It feels shocking when a smart student you know says "don't know" when asked by a teacher, but this time it was even more shocking because no one needed to be surprised when Yoan answered, "Don't know, sir," quietly.“Lein?” Mr. Kei asked again.The fifth-ranked girl just shook her head a little guilty, and Mr. Kei welcomed her with a smile.Mr. Kei's gaze was searching, and stopped at Quan who was just silent and instead stared back with unreadable views.“Quan?”
Quan came out of her reverie when the bell rang twice. Mrs. Hilda left the room, and a few moments later another teacher entered the second grade.Mr. Kei is a personable and humorous-faced figure, but even so he remains firm. Quan likes this one teacher because of his lesson: Dark History.Dark History is not always as dark as its name, but other students still like it because it is quite interesting. Sometimes the lessons learned are not always in public books outside of school.When the lesson began, Mr. Kei wrote Blood & Secrets on the blackboard, and first discussed the last week's lesson for a few minutes as usual.“What causes us to be called White, Silver, and Black?” Mr. Kei asked the dozens of students in front of him in a loud voice, after discussing the previous material.The class suddenly rumbles when all students answer in unison while banging on the table (because they are lazy, Quan and Exan just answe
One year after the tragedy of Mrs. Durbysch's murder, the family left behind went from their burning home. They moved only a few miles away; feel unable to leave the memories far away.But little Quan still bothered. Memories of the killers she massacred still clearly printed in her mind. That's why Mr. Durbysch invited his family to move again; this time out of town.However, the move was only the beginning of another bad thing for Quan again.It was afternoon. Everyone is in their homes, waiting for a total solar eclipse that will soon happen. The Durbysch family was no exception, also in their homes. They gather in the living room.“Why don't we try and see it?” At that time Quan had a chance to ask.Mr. Durbysch smiled as he looked at his daughter with a gaze. Quan' brothers looks so focused on the book they read in the corner of the room.“We can't see the eclipse directly, honey.” Mr. Durbysch told Quan patientl
“If you keep daydreaming,” said the blue haired girl, “you might miss interesting news from Mrs. Hilda!”Quan looked at her.“You mean, the Annual Tour plan.” She stated. “Sounds normal.”The girl named Abara sighed. She turned to the colleague next to her, as if to ask for help.“What do you want Exan to explain to me?” Quan asked casually, saying the name of another eyed girl next to Abara.“What Bara meant was not a general topic, but rather a specific one,” said Exan, bored.“Tour location, you mean,” said Quan calmly.Exan snorted. She knew that Quan knew, Abara did not.“Do you even listen?!” demanded Abara be impatient.Quan's turn to snorted. Abara became Abara again; something that sometimes makes her not know what to feel.“What do you wish for?” Quan muttered lazily. “Of course I'm listening