Yumix; Unveiled Chapter 14: The last shining moonlight

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The Original LightNovel Project Volume 01, Chapter 14 (VOL-FINALE): [ The last shining moonlight ] Original work, all rights reserved to the Author ‘Pili’, until we get an adaptation contract The moonlight illuminated the capital city of Praga, and the night was utterly silent. In Fenrir's dimly lit store, the elderly man was about to close before the midnight, his usual routine. His hands moved slowly, wiping down the tables and also adjusting the items on display. His eyes fell on a sword, shining brightly, it was out of it's place. This sword is among his top-selling items. "That girl... the one with white hair," He smiled softly, remembering how she had admired that sword earlier that day. "Her eyes had lit up when she held the blade, as if the sword had chosen her.. Maybe I'll offer it to them the next time they come again," he thought. "A good discount, half the price perhaps. A blade like this should be in the hands of worthy people." He was jolted from his thoughts by a loud, sharp knock on the door. He found it unusual, "A customer coming at this hour?" A feeling of discomfort hit him hard. His hand instinctively moved toward the sword direction, considering the potential need for it. "Thieves? maybe? No, something feels wrong..." But he wish they were actual thieves. The door was smashed open with a powerful foot kick. The sound echoed though the place as the door slammed the floor. A tall unknown boy stepped inside, looked to be in his twenties. His dark-golden hair glimmered in the low light, while his muscular frame cast a long shadow. He had a twisted smirk and gleaming, malevolent eyes. "We found him," He said with a wicked grin. "The one who leaked the info." "Eldarion's gang..." Fenrir's eyes widened in horror. The elderly man swiftly seized the sword and tried to intimidate with it. "Get out of here, if your life is important for you! My shop is closed, and if you want problems, I've dealt with worms like you before." The smirk of the golden-haired boy wavered, but before he could respond, a cold chilling voice, pierced the silence. "Oh, what a beautiful sword you have there," a girl's voice echoed from the darkness behind him. She stepped forward, her dark hair outlining her white face, and her red eyes shone like blood in the moonlight. It was Renne. Her face showed no emotion, nearly detached, while she stared at the sword Fenrir held. "It would be such a waste to leave that blade in the hands of a relic like you. Don't you think it would be better suited for... cutting people?" The elderly man felt a chill of dread wash over him. "You... Crazy People, have no right to take this! I'll call the Royal Guards if you ever try!" Renne let out a soft amused laugh, dripped with arrogance. "The Royal Guards?" She took a slow step forward, while her eyes never leaving his. "Don't you know? Soon, they'll be gone. Yumix will be ours, and nothing you do will matter." Fenrir's eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the sword quickly, and gave a firm smile "This blade belongs to someone who deserves it more than you scum." Renne's eyes sparkled with mad amusement. Her laugh was colder and darker than before. "WONDERFUL! You really want to die for this, don't you?" Before he could react, Renne darted forward with unbelievable speed, it was like a blur body moving. Fenrir swung the sword to defend himself. He managed to dodged her strike aimed at his hand, but she was already behind him, without anyone even realizing it. "You're fast," Renne whispered with a smirk. "..But not enough" In one swift motion, She smashed him in the back with a fierce kick, sending him crashing to the floor. Blood flow out hardly from his mouth as he struggled to push himself up. His vision started to weaken, and his strength was rapidly diminishing. "I'm sorry... my son. Please... avenge us," he lamented inside himself, while his eyes facing a glimpse of the night sky through the window. Renne stood over him with such an