After the attack on the Royal Capital, Anore was in distress. Along with the kingdom losing their most talented battalion, the Iron Vanguard, several people of high importance and stature were slain. It was written in newspaper quickly, and soon the entire kingdom knew about it. Even in small towns all the way south of the country, when the incident happened high up north.
For all the citizens, they believed that the king was in hiding. But a select few knew of the truth.
The king was dead.
Oscar sat in his hospital bed, unconscious. Outside, there was a discussion occurring.
"What were you thinking!?" Alize von Meino slammed her palms into a wooden table. On the other side of the table, Isalda van Mahaut sat quietly.
"If you were there, you could've stopped it. You could've done anything. But you wanted to throw a fit, be rebellious, hangout with that… u-unsightly Jisvo! All that power, yet you chose to keep it all to yourself. Maybe it's selfish for me to think that. But I think you should be using that power to protect people! Not lounge around, sit on your lazy ass!
"I know you might not care about all the people of importance dying, since you've never cared about that. But that boy in that hospital room, lost his two friends, along with his general. What's gonna stop that talented boy, Oscar Tolien, from finishing things up and ending his life? Huh? Why… why couldn't you be here…?"
"Alize… you're being ridiculous," Isalda spoke.
Alize's voice grew shakier.
"That b-bastard…. he killed my father! You couldn't even finish him off! You let him slip out of your hands! D-damn it, Isalda, where were you when I needed you!?"
Alize rushed out of the hospital.
A hand slid down Isalda's face; it was her own. Maybe she was trying to rub the guilt off herself, try and put her back into top tip shape. Coming out of the bathroom, was Jisvo.
He was a peculiar looking man, as no one else really shared the same features as him. Brown skin, with white curly hair, as white as snow. Though it was tied up at the moment, one could tell that if he were to let it down, it would fall down to at least his back. His eyes were a bit of a light brown
"You alright?" he asked, leaning on the wall beside the chair that Isalda sat on.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm more worried about Isalda."
"She's a soldier. She'll be fine."
"Her father just died, Jisvo. God. Don't talk about her as if you two are buddy buddy. She doesn't like you, and that carefree way you go about things is probably the reason why."
"…"
"Oscar, he's inside of that room. His strong connection to a single element, I think it might have something to do with that nature of yours. Though, I'm reconsidering a little bit. What if we push that boy to the edge?"
"No. I think this will help him."
Jisvo opened the door, twisting the knob slowly. The bed was empty. A cold breeze pushed into the room, and the open curtains waved. Their, Oscar perched against the open window. His intentions were clear. There was a calm expression on his face.
"You can die now. Kibim Sisk, the captain of the Iron Vanguard, the man who killed your general and your cadets will live on. Are you truly satisfied with that, Oscar Tolien?"
"…"
. .
.
The room was silent. Right now, it was just Oscar sitting in his hospital bed, with his hospital gown on. Jisvo and Isalda sat in the guest chairs.
"I only know of Isalda van Mahaut. Who are you?"
"Jisvo, hailing from no particular family. I am just a simple poor man," Jisvo claimed. Isalda cleared her throat, before finally speaking.
"I'm sorry to have come up to you like this, but I managed to get a glimpse of you and the captain's fight."
And… you decided not help? Oscar was too weak to interject anymore, and stayed silent.
She continued, "Your affinity to a single element seemed strange to me, since you appeared to be quite the talented individual. At first, I thought that was simply your preference, like me. But then, I realized it was something different.
"Do you know what an Aeloan is? An individual that feels connection to one element. The state of an Aeloan allows them to reign supreme over their respective element. I believe that is what you are."
"…Aeloan?" Oscar repeated.
"If you have any intention of getting stronger, come to this address. If you want to sit around and live the rest of your life unable to get revenge, then come to this address at any time," Jisvo said. He placed a piece of paper on Oscar's desk, and walked out of the hospital along with Isalda. Once they reached the outside, Jisvo finally spoke.
The brown man dressed quite simply, fitting the look of a scholar. He wore a white poet shirt, tucked into black trousers.
"The king is dead. Do you plan on trying to enter the coronation as a candidate?" Jisvo asked.
Isalda sighed, staring at Jisvo through her eyebrows.
"You really are a fool, huh?" Isalda shook her head.
"What?"
"Being a leader is not just about strength, Jisvo. There's a lot of things you need. Diplomacy skills, charisma, intelligence, quick thinking."
"Well, you at least have the quick thinking. And intelligence!"
"So you're saying I'm not charismatic…?"
"…"
"Besides. There's no chance of me becoming the monarch. I'm a woman, Jisvo. You seem to live in this primitive world, devoid of social concepts and things like that, where strength and power are the only things important to you."
"…"
"Ah, sorry. I guess that was a little rude."