Unstoppable Antihero
Chapter 32: The Subjection
The room seemed to be illuminated by the hovering Theia’s Stone. The lying Atlas slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. This place was deserted, there was no one here but himself.
Slowly the young man glanced at both palms, then clenched his hands. He still remembered the last fight against Draco. At that time he could not resist so he fought without caring around, but now he had to bear the guilt of his actions. It's not easy, but it has to be Atlas.
Atlas took a deep breath, and at the same time someone entered his room. Kaysen opened the door, entering the room where Atlas was being treated. A moment after seeing Atlas awake, the young man immediately exhaled a sigh of relief.
Kaysen walked slowly and sat down on the chair next to the bed. He placed the fruits on the table beside him. “Finally you're aware too, Atlas.”
“How long has it been ..?” ask Atlas. “How long have I been unconscious?”
This question seemed a little troubling to Kaysen, but he inevitably had to answer honestly. “It's been three days since then.”
“So so ...”
“Hm.” Kaysen nodded slowly. Not wanting to look moody, he then took the fruit on the table, giving it to Atlas. “Mouthwash?”
“Thank you,” replied Atlas, taking the fruit given by Kaysen.
The wind slowly blew against the window curtain as Atlas ate Kaysen's fruit. Despite three days of unconsciousness, Atlas still looked as energetic as a person who had not fainted. However, Atlas was the one who best understood his current body condition.
“I'll call the healer first.” Kaysen walked out of his seat.
“Ya.” Atlas looks indifferent.
After finishing the fruit in his hand, Atlas glanced out the window. Out there is a street illuminated by a row of Theia’s Stones floating in the air. Moreover, it appeared that many people were walking under the bright moonlight among the thousands of stars.
“Night ... yes?” murmuring Atlas.
The door of the room reopened, then a middle-aged man with short hair walked in. The man, dressed in white and without much talk, immediately checked Atlas' situation with Kaysen.
A few moments later, the man said, “So far your body is fine. I didn't find anything awkward, but for security, you should be here for one more night.”
“Good,” said Atlas, don't want to prolong the problem.
“Then, I retreat first, Mr. Atlas, and Mr. Kaysen,” the man said as he exited the room.
“I can't believe you're really like a person who wakes up, not like a person in a critical state after a fierce fight,” Kaysen said. “Do you need anything else? I'll get it for you while waiting for your dinner to arrive.”
“No need.” Atlas immediately lay down and covered his body to the tip of the head using a blanket. “I want to be alone first, Kaysen.”
Kaysen raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Atlas was thinking. However, out of respect for the young man, Kaysen also agreed, “Alright. But if you need anything, remember I'm waiting at the door.”
“It was very helpful.” It sounds obvious that Atlas really doesn't want to be bothered right now. His mind was troubled, because many things happened that inevitably made his heart unsettled.
Atlas then closed his eyes. The contents of his head kept spinning, questioning about himself and what he considered his idealism. Has he violated his own idealism or not? Which is right, which is wrong to do? What does tyranny mean by itself?
...*** ...
The day changed, Atlas who had woke up now stood in front of the window while enjoying the sunlight and gusts of wind. In addition, he also saw the sights of people who began to move as usual.
Shifting his gaze after a while, he momentarily glanced at the table. There is not only fruit with its place, but also a sword complete with a sheath. Atlas then took the sword, pulled it out.
“I didn't think it would be like this.”
The sword was already dull, it even looked a little crooked. This is the sword of Agatha. At first Atlas had no intention of using it, but it saved his life in a fight with Draco.
Suddenly the sound of the door being opened made Atlas look away at the source of the sound. There Felix and Agatha come to visit while carrying fruits.
“How are you doing, Atlas?” asked Felix while giving fruits to the young man. “This is not much, but accept.”
“Thank you.” Atlas took Felix's hand, then put him on the table. “And I guess I'm fine.”
“It ...” Agatha tried to say something, but she hid behind her sister's back. “Thank God that you feel better, Mr. Atlas ...”
Atlas threw a smile at the girl, replying, “Thank you, Agatha.” He then glanced at the sword in his hand. “This sword saved my life that time. Thanks to you too I was able to survive to this day, Agatha.”
Agatha's face immediately flushed. “I have to go immediately.” Agatha walked out of the room while covering her face with both hands.
Atlas tilts his head. “What's with him?”
Felix shrugged his shoulders. “Entahlah. You try to think for yourself.”
“Hm?” Atlas still could not understand.
Then, without wasting much time, Felix instantly changed the subject, “It was a fierce fight. If you're not there, I doubt we'll be back by then. Thank you, Atlas.” Felix bowed his head, humbling his body to salute.
“That's fine.” Slowly Atlas stood back in front of the window, letting his face accept the wind. “It was an affair between Star Children. I cannot let some of them act as they please in this world.”
Hearing that, Felix seemed to be smiling faintly. “I don't understand about that, but I'm sure you're on the path of truth you believe in, right?”
“Ya.”
“Alright then.” Felix immediately turned around, starting to walk out of the room.
“Omong-by the way, you didn't forget my words back then, did you?”
“Ha?” He turned around immediately, seeing Felix walking away while waving his hand. “What do you mean?”
“We'll talk again after you get out of here. I'll make you remember.”
“Hm ...” Atlas scratched his head even though it was not itchy. He really had no guess at what Felix was talking about. However, he also felt useless if he continued to think about it. “Alright, forget it. There will come a time when I know all that.”