Mosa gasped back for air, his lungs seemed to have stopped for a moment, his rib cage felt them rise, then suddenly depleted once more. He opened his blurry eyes to see that he's right on Snoino's laps.
Mosa's bleeding eyes barely saw Snoino, who seemed to be having a conversation with somebody. His earing though blocked, he could still make out what they were saying.
"Where is that damn waiter with the healer?!" The guard shouts as he comforted a weeping Snoino.
"Do you all want him to die?!"
"What's taking so damn long?!" Snoino shouted with arms spreaded wide with Mosa on his laps.
"If what he said was true…then that means…" The lord having a perplexed look on his face as he stood up.
"And right after we offered for us to become a noble clan." Fashma, his hands rubbed against his temples as he breathed out of his mouth.
Everyone's mind was at a shutters cock and rod. But Mosa's mind was clear, it was at peace.
Hehe well I did it Gerl… you happy now?...
His mouth slowly formed into a smirk.
"I can't believe the King did this…After everything we've done for him." Fashma shook where he stood.
"Even gave up being outlaws."
The lord, clenching his fist and gnawing his teeth as veins slither up his hands.
Snoino looks towards Mosa's face, his eyes droopy as his brows wrinkled together.
"Don't worry… Everything is—" He tries to speak but Mosa suddenly couldn't hear him anymore, Snoino's lips just moved without sound.
What's happening?
Mosa's vision becoming blurry, trying to speak but can't his lips feel weighted.
Ahh…That warm and cold feeling----why now?
He slowly tried to move his hands with the right being on his stomach which felt so warm and moist.
My…own blood?
So that entire time, I've just been….
Mosa continued moving his fingers over his gut with what little strength he had left.
Damn…hehe…
At least I was useful to them in the very end, huh?
Hmmm...
Mosa's mind lapsed.
Why I'm I at this much ease?
His ears still picking up nothing, only silence—complete and utter silence.
The evening light pierced through a window, it shun on his bloodied and worn out body. It illuminated the dust particles in the air as they flew upwards and towards the window as Mosa's slightly closing eyes witnessed it all.
Huh…would you like at that…
I-Its just beautiful…Ain't it?
His mouth gapped apart and no more tasting that metallic taste, his muscles, loosened up as his body slowly grew numb.
Why's everything suddenly cold?
Everything is just dark…
I…Can't…even…
........
No sound was heard from Mosa, even his light breaths came to a complete halt which made Snoino's face descend from caring to something more dreadful.
"Hey… Mosa?" Snoino gently tapped him on the face, but no response.
"Mosa!" He then slapped him on face more harder, but still no response.
"No…"
Tears immediately began to fill up his old weary eyes. The lord speechless as he clenched his fist and stood there like a statue.
General Fashma, bowing his head down in accordance to the stillness that had silence that if a pin was dropped, it'll be heard.
"MOSA!!!!"
"NO!!!!"
Snoino's loud cries filled up the room, which breathed life back into it with tears that filled up in the guards eyes as he faced upwards trying to hide it.
"Heyy… I finally found a healer… and someone that we could use as a----" The waiter finally came in, he walked gleefully as he smiled.
Everyone stared at the waiter. Snoino's blood was boiling as he bared his teeth.
"How dare you?!" Snoino shouted at him as he grabbed Mosa's worn down sword and threw it at the waiter.
"Eeek!" The waiter ducked down with his hands above his head.
CLANK! CLANK
The sword hit the wall behind him.
"What took you so long?!" General Fashma raised his voice, a lone vein bulged on his forehead.
The lord still stood where he was as he grunted and mumbled to himself.
"I swear… I swear…"
"They will pay…"
"He will pay…!"
The gold and silver on his body trembled as they seemed to glow and wobble.
The evening light above Snoino and Mosa, The illuminated dust particles flowed towards the window themselves.
---The end of chapter 6---