Beautyful Hunter
Bab.04(Fly)

Joan still did not understand what Paul was saying. Especially if Paul could suspect if he was in danger at that time.

"Are you a psychic?" joan asked sillyly, she had never believed such a thing.

"Perhaps, honestly my feelings are very strong Joan."

Paul still had not let go of his tightened hands on Joan's waist, for a while they stared at each other until a man's scream from behind saw something suspicious.

"I saw something on the village border, some horrible people!" shouted someone carrying a torch and passed them both.

The man stopped, and glanced at Joan." Joan is your father home? I have to meet your father."

Joan was scattered and hurriedly let go of Paul's embrace. Of course the man was unaware of Paul's presence because Paul used his power to make the man standing just see Joan.

"Dad ... Aa--there's at home," Joan's great-grandson. Dead, I can be caught going sneaking by dad if this is the case, if this is the case, I want to be able to fly to get home quickly!

Paul gasped when he heard Joan's inner voice at this moment, unintentionally but quite to make him tickle, feeling happy because he could finally hear it.

"Don't die, you're too young and beautiful to die Joan" whispered Paul from the side right at her teinga.

"Huh? What do you mean paul?"

"All right, I'll go first Joan. Go home, it's dark". He reminded Joan to go home.

Joan nodded small. The plan to go to Eve's house is a mess if the man turns him on to his father later. He could have died from not listening to his father banning him from the house.

"It's all because of you Paul, I could die because my father would have killed me if he knew I was leaving the house" Joan said, gruntingly. If Paul had not come, he would have reached Eve's house earlier, or drowned.

Joan shuddered at the thought.

Paul looked at her flat, still unable to believe if he again heard Joan's thoughts, he quickly pulled Joan's hand until it felt like Joan's body was floating in the air, so fast , Joansampai closed his eyes and without feeling his body was above the wind because of the cold that suddenly hit him to the skin of the body, even though he only wore a thick coat.

Slowly Joan opened her eyes, her mouth gaping in disbelief at what she saw. The black sky and also the houses of the residents now look small and also many with a variety of colorful lights.

His hands were clutching the clothes Paul was wearing, "Paul what are you doing here, is this some kind of magic?"

Paul smiled coldly, "Calm down and take a look. There's no need to be afraid because I'm not gonna make you fall,"

"But how can. What'sthis?"

Paul continued to look at her, looking at the shocked face of the girl who some days made him think hard because he could not read the thoughts or words in his heart, but this time the first time he heard the voice of his heart and his mind, but this time he heard the voice of his heart and his thoughts, make it a statement.

"Didn't you want to fly?"

"This thing can't happen. What happened ... I .. I'm weird, I'll talk in my heart! Why can you hear it?"

Paul smiled at her. Of course he had now heard it and was happy, taking it away without feeling in just a few seconds to the Southern mountains with lightning speed.

"Where is this paul?" Plain asking.

"This is my home!"

"Your house .. You live in the palace. Is it a prince or a king? Am I in a fairyland ... There's no way I'm dreaming anymore." Joan said that made Paul stand looking at her coldly.

"You didn't dream of Joan! It's reality."

Joan was wide-eyed when the entrance of a building that looked like a palace that had a large and high door open, even Joan had to raise her head up so high that the door she saw was.

"Is this a house?" his hissing without a sound.

"Come in, I want you to see it for yourself."

The two walked in, Joan's eyes twitching in disbelief at what she saw, the semi-European buildings are like castles in fairyland lands that he had seen in storybooks as a child with objects that he thought were strange.

"It's really a dream ... I was dreaming!" he pinched his own arm, "Aaaww .. but it hurts, is this a dream?"

He still could not believe what he was going through at the moment.

"Let's just say you're dreaming of Joan and enjoy your dream tonight" again Paul's voice whispered from behind, standing looking at her with a faint smile on his pale lips.

The cold, empty room and the dim lighting made Joan shudder a little in fear but also felt that the place was not strange to her, Joan kept looking around at different objects on a long wooden table of large-sized photos that looked like Paul's painting.

"Is this you?"

"That's my great-grandfather!"

"It's like you."

"Yes everyone says so" Paul replied, of course it's a painting of him thousands of years old.

They also climbed the stairs to the larger room, there were small lights attached to the wall that only made the room dimmer.

"It scares Paul!"

"really?"

"Yes ... Aren't you gonna be happy living here?" "No. Why do I live here, I have my own house?"

"You're right Joan!" paul said with a disappointed tone. "But I hope you're not afraid to stay here later."

"Why do I live here?"

"Yes possible." said Paul with higher curiosity.

Joan continued walking, until a few steps she stopped when she felt her nape was hot all of a sudden. In front of a room that looks like a spacious room, suddenly his nape felt the heat as if burning.

"Nadr!" screeched by holding his nape.

"You why Joan?"

"No .. I'm fine. But I seem to be sick!" "What do you feel?"

" I don't know if I feel like my body's hot, we'd better get Paul home" he said, passing back through the room where the red dragon sword was stored in Paul's closet.

Joan woke up in the morning and felt sick all over. The hot air rippled inside her body especially her nape, "Aaaah .. It seemed like I was really dreaming and sick until it felt real and became sick like this." he said when he realized he was in his own room.

The mother came with water, "Joan are you awake?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm awake, what happened. Have I had a fever all night?"