A Butterfly That Can'T Fly
Ancient druid 2

"Then it means Emma could have survived if only my carpenter uncle had brought me here instead of to the Stone Race"

The carpenter uncle shook his head, death is not something that can be prevented even if Alurra is not to the Stone Race, the Divs will still go there and attack the Stone Race.

"Even if you go here, the Stone Race will still be attacked by the Divs. Emma will still be dead"

"In the end everything will happen and nothing will change, right? Then why don't you just bring us here from the beginning"

The carpenter's uncle smiled, then he placed his hand on the crystal ball that was on the table. There are pictures of where they are here, then it is also seen that many of the Stone Race were injured and then there is a picture of the Chief who is full of blood, Divs attacking everywhere.

"The slightest incident will change fate, if you come here early there will be more victims in the Stone Race"

Iron and Alurra fell silent, they would not have expected the sight that carpenter uncle had shown them. He felt lucky that the carpenter's uncle sent them to the Stone Race first.

"Himwa they are not very important Grok, they are just a bunch of ants that will not help much in this war. Alurra should have been here a year ago and developed her powers"

Hearing an old man with a red hat speak, Alurra felt very angry. Likewise with Iron who was beside him, the fire in Iron's hand had already appeared and was ready to attack the old man, but the carpenter's uncle stopped him.

"What do you mean by a bunch of ants? They're intelligent beings like us too, keep your word Seric! The more survivors the more people will help us in this war"

The carpenter uncle spoke angrily while pounding the table, the atmosphere in the room was very tense ever since Seric spoke, the old man always just like that. He never considered the other people in his eyes.

"Stop fighting, now we have to talk about the important things"

One of the old men at the end of the table who seemed to be the leader among them spoke, everyone calmed down. No one dared to raise his voice, how many times Alurra had seen an incident like this, every time the chairman spoke they would definitely be silent, he said, like that was also the case in the Stone Race when he first came.

"Since Alurra and Iron are already here then everything is done, Grok's task to bring them is also done. Nothing to worry about"

"Now the most important thing is that Alurra and Iron will stay here for a while to strengthen their strength, Grok will train them" the atmosphere in the room came back noisy, noisily, many people who disagree with Grok will train them.

"Chairman, instead of having them trained by Seric alone, he could train them well"

"Don't argue with me Miss Rose, Grok will train them"

No one dared to refute, everyone was silent and agreed to the 'Chairman' order even though in their hearts they did not agree, according to the brand Seric was the best Druid who could train the power of Alurra and Iron.

The meeting was over after they decided that Grok would train Alurra and Iron, they eventually go from there and follow Grok to one of the big buildings which turns out to be the place where Alurra and Iron and Marco will live.

"For now you will be here, I will come here every day to train you. Please take care of this little man as well, he is a treasure"

A Treasure? What does it mean Marco? Why did Marco become a Treasure? When Alurra wanted to talk suddenly the carpenter uncle who had been in front of him disappeared, he could only sigh and then they entered the building.

As she wanted to cook Iron come and stop him, she had Alurra sit at the dinner table and started making food for him. The confused Alurra just followed him.

"Why don't you just let me cook Iron?"

"Your omlet was too salty, Al"

Alurra's face was swept in red, right, the first time they met Iron ate the rest of the omlet and it was indeed too salty. How could Iron still remember all that?

"Well, then you're the one cooking"

"It should be so, right? I'll serve the Princess"

Iron spoke while chuckling, very sweet. Always sweet. Alurra always likes it when Iron has chuckled, especially if he laughs. Alurra.

As they were talking in the kitchen, Marco's voice was heard, the little man crying as he called his mother, Emma. Alurra quickly got up from her seat and went to the room where Marco was sleeping.

"Mother where's sister?"

Marco, who saw Alurra coming to him and hugging him, asked his mother, Alurra was sad to see him, if only Emma was still alive Marco would not be sad.

"I'm sorry brother Marco, you can't take care of your mother"

The little man's eyes were red, he was jolted as if he had just remembered something, he stretched out his hand asking to be carried by Alurra then buried his face in the niche of Alurra's neck. The little man stopped crying, or you could say he was holding back his cries.

Alurra felt very unbearable, he stroked Marco's back slowly and whispered tranquilizing words so that he would not be too sad, even though Alurra knew that what he was doing was useless.

"Relax baby, brother will definitely take care of you"

He brought Marco to the dining table, the little man was unwilling to break away from Alurra's sling even when Iron wanted to carry him he shook his head and hugged Alurra tightly.

"But Brother Alurra wants to eat Marco for a while, you are carried by the brother first"

"Just let Iron, I can still eat even if Marco's on my lap"

Iron sighed, he took the plate he had handed over to Alurra, then took a painstaking liking to Alurra. Alurra was surprised to see Iron's action then not long after he smiled. There's always a way for Iron to make Alurra feel comfortable around him, when there's Iron nearby his worries always crumble.

Iron could always count on him, he suddenly remembered with his family, were they alright in the land of the heavens?

"Iron, is my family going to be okay?" Iron looked at Alurra and then returned to feed Alurra's empty mouth, nodding.