A Tale After Four Lives 41 Chapter 41: Fear The Ligh

Her beautiful face was full of worry as she carefully but meticulously tended to the injured man.

"Cleria, I'm fine don't worry", the man spoke helplessly to the woman.

"Nonsense, look at you you can't even stand let alone walk on your own. Now sit still and don't move." The woman did not pause as she wrapped the man's wounds with some torn fabric, she ripped from the man's clothes.

A magic circle suddenly appeared behind Cleria, its light attracting the two of them's attention, Cleria stood completely alert as she waited, the circle looked the same as the one that transported Mournomon but she couldn't help but be alert as they were in a dangerous situation at this moment.

With a blinding flash, three figures appeared which made Cleria even more ill at ease, after the light faded she could finally clearly see them, there was one little girl in a white robe, one beautiful woman also in a white robe and finally one white-haired old man with a scarred face wearing a black suit.

Cleria moved to take on a defensive position while the injured man, Masaomi had a serious expression on his face while try to stand up.

Halfway through Cleria's movement, she met the white-haired man's eyes, they were a beautiful sky blue that stared at the world with a gentle benevolence, yet it was these gentle eyes that sent a s.h.i.+ver into Cleria's very soul. She felt her soul quiver in fear under those eyes, her skin felt like it was burning and she found that she couldn't even move.

Fear, indescribable fear flooded her mind, it came from the deepest recesses of her soul, a primal fear of facing one's natural enemy, no not enemy but preditor!

Cleria couldn't move she couldn't even think any other thought other than" I'm dead".

Masaomi quickly found Cleria acting strange and called out to her, "Cleria, what's wrong Cleria!", but nothing worked. "What the h.e.l.l is happening, why did these three appear and not Mournomon", he thought.

The white-haired man suddenly spoke as he closed his eyes, "I apologize", as his eyes closed it felt to Cleria as if she had just dodged the reaper's scythe. Her mind slowly cleared up but her heartbeat was still beating like a war drum, as she thought to the sensation she just felt.

Luckily she could finally give the old man a mother look over, but this time even more caution was prevalent on her face. Sadly she couldn't find anything although he had quite an impressive stature with broad shoulders and standing two meters tall, there was not a hint of aura or anything on him it was as if she was looking at any other normal human being.

The same could not be said for the old man's companions, the beautiful woman standing next to the old man gave Cleria a clear sensation of danger and even a bit of fear bu nowhere near what she felt before. The woman was staring at Cleria with disdain in her eyes as she stood behind the old man at his right. Lastly was a little girl hiding behind the old man and peaking from his left towards CLeria and Masaomi with curious eyes. Cleria could feel a small hint of manna inside the girl, although it was pitifully little it was still there.

"Ahem", the old man cleared his throat then spoke, "Again I apologize for earlier I forgot that you devils are deathly afraid of light, even then I didn't think just my eyes could almost make you die from fear, well let's just leave it at that. Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Lambert of the Order Of Samsara", the old man spoke as he gave a gentleman bow towards Cleria after speaking his name.

Standing back up he gestured his with his right arm towards the woman, "This is my second in command Aura and this..." gesturing with his left hand towards the little girl hiding behind him, "... is Tosca, Aura's apprentice".

Cleria mind was full of fog as she took in the old man calling himself Lambert in front of her, he kept his eye's closed as he spoke which made it so that she could not find anything special about him. Gathering her courage she spoke, asking what she wanted to know the most at the moment, "Why are you here, what's going on, and whats the Order of Samsara".

Lambert gave Cleria a kind smile as he replied to her questions " I am here at the request of Mournomon, whom I believe you have already met", his words quickly put Cleria at ease even though she still had some doubts she could not deny that the three people in front of her did use a magic circle that looked quite similar to Mournomons, but the reason she mostly believed Lambert was because she felt that he did not need to lie to her and that he could turn her to ash with just a thought.

Seeing that he had alleviated some of Cleria's concern Lambert continued speaking, "As for what the Order of Samsara is, well to put it simply we are a group of knowledge seekers, we research and we gather knowledge, to benefit ourselves and those we want to benefit. Mournomon is one of our members."

Cleria finally calmed down as she introduced herself, "I am Cleria Belial and this..." she pointed towards Masaomi who was still lying on the ground, having failed in every attempt he maid to stand up, "...is Masaomi Yaegaki, my beloved".

Although Lambert's eyes were closed he could "see" everything around him, it was thanks to his complete dominance over the light that made him able to perceive everything in a certain radius around him which contained light. "You seem to have had quite a brought time.", Lambert said as he approached Masaomi.

"Let me help you," Lambert said as he pointed his finger towards Masaomi, "Sooth the soul, reform the bone, mend the flesh and restore the blood", with his short chant a ray of light flashed towards Masaomi and before even understanding what was happening the light disappeared.

"They're good as new", Lambert said.

With those words and under Cleria's astonished eyes Masaomi stood up from the ground as if the wounds he had just a moment before was nothing but an illusion.

"I...I...", Masaomi was speechless, his pupils violently contracting and dilating as he stared at his own hands, only one thought could be found in his mind.

"Miracle"