Descendants of Gibbous
Chapter 57: We meet again

Chapter 57: We meet again

Damien blinked at her. He couldn’t believe what he just heard, and had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. When the reality of what the princess had asked of him set in, however, his face heated up.

"You do realize I’m a boy right?" He asked just to make sure she realized what she was saying.

"Ah shut up! You sound like I just asked you to come and do the deed with me!" Eden retorted, looking away from Damien’s eyes.

"I can’t reach my hands behind my back and, well, your sister left before I got my uniform. You can’t expect me to ask that old man whilst you’re here can you?"

Now it was Damien’s turn to blush. He slowly reached for the back of his neck and started rubbing it whilst standing from the chair he was sitting in, wondering why had he made this into something it wasn’t.

"Where’s the zipper?" Damien asked once he was near the changing room.

Eden stepped out of it, turning around with her hands placed on her chest, firmly holding her dress in place.

"Behind me," she announced, her voice sounding too quiet for someone who was being loud a second ago. "Make it quick before the tailor and his dwarf come back."

Damien was quick to notice how her blush had extended to the back of her ears and neck—much to his relief. He thought he was the only one with unnecessarily active brains between him and the princess. However, whatever perverted thought was in his mind quickly vanished when—after taking the small red zipper and pulling it a few centimeters up Eden’s back—he noticed what looked like a scar, but the black line was too clean to have come from an attack.

Damien subconsciously stopped pushing the zipper up, his eyes glued on the strange scar by Eden’s left rib. For some reason, he couldn’t help but be reminded of Yong Kim’s words during the game of tag when he said Eden was too weak to be a hero. Then there was her weak aura value and poor strength compared to girls her age, not to mention what happened at the bank earlier today.

She too had said it herself, that she was recessive and her aura didn’t increase with her growth like an average Gibbit. Every one of the gears in Damien’s head spun around the bit of information he had, each one pointing at the scar by the princess’s ribs.

"What’s the hold-up?" Eden suddenly asked, making the boy flinch.

’Asking her would be insensitive of me," he noted, snapping himself back to reality.

"Nothing, the zip is stuck," Damien lied, faking a pull at the uniform, but the princess had seen him looking at her back through the dressing room’s mirror.

She was grateful for his silence though. Not everybody sees a scar or wound on a stranger and keeps to themselves without asking where they got it. For some reason, Damien’s consideration for her feelings made her want to tell him about the scar—so she did.

"It’s from a surgery that was performed on me after I was born," Eden told Damien and he stilled, face turning pale from the realization that she had seen him staring.

"Don’t worry, I knew you’d see it anyway when I asked for your help. That’s why I waited for the tailor and Flappy to be gone."

Damien didn’t reply. He couldn’t. What could he say to her that she probably hadn’t heard from the people who had seen her scar? Apologize for her suffering? That wouldn’t make the scar go away, would it? And he was sure pity was the last thing someone in her situation needed daily.

"The surgery is the reason why I’m a recessive Gibbit. I don’t know much about how it happened, but my parents told me that if I hadn’t been operated on back then, I’d have died," Eden continued with her tale whilst Damien finished closing the zipper.

He tucked it neatly so it wouldn’t come loose before taking a step back from the princess.

"I don’t know much about surgeries and how Gibbits work, but I can say for sure that I’m glad that surgery was done. I wouldn’t have someone to dream about going to Gibforge with had they not saved your life back then, and I definitely wouldn’t have someone to drag my ass around Fangpeak so she could help me explore this new world I got stuck in now would I?."

Damien watched as Eden’s eyes watered. It made him feel like shit watching her cry a second time in one day, but what else could he do than watch her wipe the tears from her face. Some battles are just like that—lonely. The only thing friends and family can do is show their support; the rest is up to the one waging the war to deal with the problem by themselves.

"That’s so sweet of you," the princess said in a small voice as she wiped her eyes of any tears.

Once she was done though, she smiled at Damien as if it was an automatic reaction of hers to crying before saying: "I just know you’ll make a good husband one day from the way you’re good with reading the room. Keep it up!"

Then she turned to face the mirror and started commenting on her uniform saying how beautiful and nice it was.

As for Damien, he could only watch her pretend to be okay. It was the same reaction she gave him at the bank too—the kind that’d make him distracted from the tears she was shedding just now.

"Would you look at that!" Sir Foppy remarked, dropping the gym wear in his hands to the floor before gliding in Eden’s direction like the wind. Literally.

He went on a frenzy describing the school uniform Eden was wearing and how it was made all whilst the poor princess had to listen to him flapping his lips nonstop without considering that she might be getting bored of him at all.

’Man, he’s a blabber mouth.’

"Oy, hackit!"

Damien felt a tug to his coat from behind and looked down at the dwarf pushing his uniform towards his legs.

"Go try yer uniform in that room over there," he said, pointing at the changing room about a meter or two away from Eden’s.

Damien accepted his uniform and headed in the direction Flappy was pointing. He pushed the purple curtain to the side and entered the small room, before closing it behind his back. A large mirror was on one end of the changing room which Damien used to admire himself for a moment before beginning his uniform tryouts. He was just about to place his right leg in the black trousers when the curtain to the changing room next to him flapped open before someone stepped inside.

Then in the most bloodcurdling experience Damien had yet to experience in Gibbous, the person in the room next to him whispered:

"We meet again, Damien Amaris."

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