"You didn't answer. Why would I give you the cow?" Kamu asked again, with his eyes narrowed and with the murderous aura that only hovers around him when he's on a mission.
"There's no need to threaten Mukei. You want answers, I want the cow. I'm sure we can come to an agreement. Don't you think so?" The crazy man folded his arms behind him and grinned broadly.
"What do you suggest?" The leader of the Immortal Mist asked.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Kamu?" The quiet question came from Ajtony, who was standing to the right of his friend, but still invisible to humans.
"Simple." Melhior shrugged. "I'll answer all your questions, and then you'll hand me the miro kahu." He said it simply.
"Don't play with me, it would be too simple if that's all you wanted! Out with it, what's the trick?" The Ishán questioned the young man.
"There's no trick in this." Melhior waved a hand. "I just want what I say to stay in the Mist. I hope you understand what I mean." He pulled his lips into a wicked half-smile.
"Ah, so you want to be protected by the Mist." Ajtony appeared before the human's eyes, standing next to his friend, arms folded, in front of their conversation partner.
"Exactly. I would be very grateful if no one but you knew about what is going to be said here tonight." Melhior's face became serious, and the two assassins looked at each other.
It was as if they had silently discussed things among themselves, as if they were able to communicate with each other without words. Although not much of the conversation was visible from the outside, only a few lip or eyebrow twitches. Finally, Ajtony rolled his eyes and raised his hands to his head, as if surrendering.
"So we can begin the interrogation?" Kamu grinned evilly as he turned to Melhior, who was looking at the two Isháns of the Immortal Mist with his head tilted to the side.
"I await your questions." The young man noted, then simply settled himself on the ground in the middle of the field, legs crossed, as if he had just sat down for a dinner. Seeing this, the two assassins looked at each other again and after two shrugs, they also took a seat in the grass.
"First and most important question." Kamu rested his arm on his knee. "Why did you attack Floating Barracks?" He asked in a cold voice.
"Because it was time for you to pull yourself together a little." Melhior shrugged. "One develops faster under pressure. If someone has no reason to develop, then they won't. I gave you a reason to." The young man explained.
"What's the conne..." The Ishán of the Immortal Mist began another question, but the young man who was being questioned interrupted him.
"You could say that need brought us to this. It's a real shame, since we are one soul in two bodies." The young man looked up at the night sky. Meanwhile, the two assassins looked at each other with puzzled faces, but in the end Kamu just shrugged.
"Why do you need this miro kahu?" The first Vietryk asked after a few minutes of silence, raising the flying cow he was holding in his hand.
"I think you both realized by now that that miro kahu is not a simple miro kahu. That miro kahu is the spirit of the wind." Melhior explained, leaning back slightly to lean on his hands.
"That still doesn't answer my question! Why do you need the wind spirit?" Kamu grimaced, who didn't like the fact that every answer had to be pulled out of their conversation partner.
"I want to capture the nature spirits." Melhior announced his intention, but he managed to do all this with such conviction that the two assassins only nodded at his words at first and only realized a few moments later what the problem with this statement was.
"Why would it be good for you to capture the nature spirits?" Ajtony grimaced now, and even scratched his head, purely instinctively.
"To cause an uproar in the world, of course. Why else?" Asked their conversation partner, who seemed very young compared to them, with a faint smile on his lips.
"I have a few other ideas." Ajtony shrugged, which only made Kamu look at him disapprovingly.
"Thank you, Szotvard, I wasn't interested in that." Ishán of the Immortal Mist finally remarked, then turned to Melhior again. "Why is it good for you to create chaos in the world?" He continued to inquire.
"Isn't it obvious?" Melhior narrowed his eyes, then closed them. "I always forget that others can't follow my train of thought." He sighed heavily, then shook his head. "Whatever." He finally said. "In answer to your question. Because if the world becomes chaotic, then the daimon king must return." The young man raised his right hand, as if to say that he couldn't understand what other's can't get in this.
"I'm starting to feel like we're little children here, with Mukei, but I have to ask." Ajtony grimaced. "Why do you want the daimon king to appear? He's in a good place there in the Shadow World." The poison-mixing ghost folded his arms in front of him.
"Believe me, I'd be happy to explain to you, but I know you wouldn't understand my reasons. Let it suffice that the world needs him more than ever." Melhior closed his eyes again.
"I understand." Kamu nodded, then took a deep breath. "Don't think that this is the end of our conversations. We'll continue as soon as we have a chance. I recommend that you make time for us. I still have questions for you, but it's getting late and as much as I don't like it, this body needs sleep. So..." Here Kamu got up from the ground, and when his companions followed suit, he handed the miro kahu he was holding to Melhior.
"Thank you. You've helped a lot with this. We will discuss your further questions at the next opportunity. I give you my word. Farewell, Immortal Mist." Melhior greeted and turned his back on the assassins.
"Farewell." The two Isháns of the Immortal Mist nodded at the same time and were about to set off on their own path when they noticed that their conversation partner had stopped.
"Oh, before I forget. Teike. In answer to your question that you did not dare to ask." The young man smiled faintly, looking back over his shoulder at the pair. "I knew you when you were still Teike, they brought you before me when you obtained your dragon." He chuckled before the shadows swallowed him.
"What was he talking about? Did he know you as a child?" Ajtony grimaced.
"No." Kamu shook his head. "He was talking about my previous life." He sighed. "Come on, Ajtony. Let's go back to the group. I'll explain everything on the way." The ghost-man's hands clenched into fists as he also took on his ghost form and together with his friend they headed back to the Athamana camp.