The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers-Chapter 322: A Special Weapon

Emily stared at the variety of sharp pointy daggers sitting on top of the stone table while she sat fixed on her seat under the pavilion.

"Do I really have to pick one?" She asked the Fae King, or her new mentor, as she kept her gaze trained on the daggers and kept inspecting them with her sharp eyes.

"Every fighter needs a weapon, Emilia, and so do you. So... pick up one of these fine daggers carved by the best craftsmen of our race." The Fae King responded as he tapped his knuckles on the stone table.

"Then... shouldn’t I get a really cool and powerful weapon or something? These doesn’t look..." Emily didn’t finish as she just shrugged her shoulders and looked at the Fae King with questioning eyes. First, she wasn’t really great with weapons and second, if she really had to have one then it should need to look cool.

The Fae King looked at her with his eyebrows arched high as he replied to her statement, "Have you ever seen someone flying a plane directly without learning how to be a pilot?"

Emily shook her head in denial as she looked at the man with confused expression decorating her face. How come the topic of weapons jumped to the topic of pilots?

The Fae King smiled faintly as he spoke again. "If so, don’t you think you aren’t worthy of a powerful weapon when you don’t even know how to use a simple dagger?"

Emily let out a deep sigh as she turned her glaring gaze away from the Fae King and toward the daggers sitting on the table. Her eyes inspected each dagger keenly one by one and only after several long minutes had passed did she finally pick up one of the daggers.

"Great choice for someone who has no knowledge about weapons, or daggers in general." The Fae King clearly insulted her in the pretense of praising her.

Somehow, Emily succeeded in keeping herself calm and was able to not respond to the Fae King’s remark. Instead, she turned her attention at the dagger in her hand and observed it closely. She even sniffed the handle of the dagger which made the Fae King arch his eyebrows in question.

However, Emily ignored the man and his questioning gaze completely as she kept inspecting the dagger for a while. After a while, she finally put it down on the table before turning her attention at the Fae King.

"Three thousand years old magnolia wood, peagasus hair, and obsidian mixed with carbon steel and silver..." She stared directly in the King’s eyes as she continued, "... are you sure you aren’t allowing the person to fly a plane when he hasn’t even learned to fly one?"

A small smile bloomed on the Fae King’s lips as he nodded his head and stood up from his seat. "You are my disciple, Emilia, you are bound to be different from others."

Emily shook her head as she let out a small sigh and stood up from her seat too. Moving to stand next to the Fae King with the dagger in her hand, she spoke, "Even now I’m confused whether you are praising me or yourself."

The smile on the Fae King’s lips only broadened but the mam didn’t reply. Instead, when he spoke again, the topic was completely different. "How’s your brother doing these days?"

Emily let out another sigh, something that she had been doing a lot in the Fae King’s presence, and returned to her seat and put down the dagger on the table before replying, "He’s doing just fine... the usual."

The fae King turned around to face her as he asked, "Do you think his usual is really fine?"

Emily opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, the King’s words were right on the centre of the target and she knew that the man had started seeing what she had known for a while about her eldest brother.

"He had never been fine,to begin with. I have seen him awake even at three in the morning, working in his study. Sometimes, he never returns to the mansion and stay at the office. Then there are even incidents when he has missed his meals. His life is just limited to us siblings and his work, there’s nothing more out there for him to enjoy. He’s so alone out there, Your Majesty."

The hard expression on the King’s face clearly stated how much pain his soul was experiencing at the moment as he learned about his mate’s condition but there seemed to be no surprise visible on his handsome face.

"What are you going to do now?" She asked the question that she hadbeen wanting to ask for a while by now even since the day when Domenic and Fae King met.

"I’m kind of free today as our lesson has already ended." The King answered as he stepped closer to the stone table while a soft look on his face that made Emily look at him with a frown. "... How about you take me to show your world out there?"

*****

Emily should have known better than to agree with the Fae King’s plan. Now, they both were sitting inside Domenic’s office while her brother glared at both of them.

"Don’t you have anything to say?" Domenic questioned Emily as his hard gaze seemed to be looking right through her naughty mind.

"Don’t be too harsh on my disciple. She’s just..."

"I’m talking to my sister, Your Highness." Domenic’s voice was low but harsh as he cut off the Fae King before the latter could have finished whatever he was going to say.

Emily wanted to tell the Fae King to just stay silent and not try to help her, him saying anything in her defense would only make things difficult for her.

But instead of saying anything to the Fae King, she looked up at Domenic and finally mustered the courage to reply, "He can be your mate but for me, he’s my master, I can’t dare to go against his words. Besides, he only asked me to show him around."