Ylarry and his brother are in front of someone's house in the land of Syrtis. Felix walked near to the door and knocked on it. They were surprised by what they saw next. It was an old man whose eyes were on his palm, but there was no blood. He has long, white hair, rumpled skin, and a long, white mustache that reaches the ground.
"Good evening, boys. What's your intention in visiting this time?" He put his eyeballs back in the right place. "Come in, don't be afraid of me."
The brothers follow the old man inside his house, which is completely dark. A lamp suddenly lit up, and Ylarry saw many things hanging on the ceiling and clothesline. He seems to be a fish out of water right now.
"Uncle, this is my brother Ylarry, the son of Elyza and Heshnok," Felix said to his uncle. The old man offered them a seat, and they sat down.
"Oh my nephews, it has been a long time since we haven't seen each other, but how about my sister? How's your mother?"
"Our mother is fine, uncle. She's still the same, beautiful." 
"I see... perhaps she's well-treated in your home, unlike me, who's getting older every day and I will die soon."
"Don't say that, uncle. You're still strong, especially now that you have the jujus of your family," Felix replied.
"I had jujus but not a charmed life, and it couldn't keep death away. It's just giving me luck, and because you're a good nephew, it will be given to you."
"Are you sure, uncle?" Felix asked, as he was excited. "If you won't ask, I really wanted to have that jujus because it was described as powerful."
"Yeah, I will give this to you, but first, you must promise me not to use it for evil things." He removed his antiquated necklace.
"I promise." Felix accepted the necklace and wore it around his neck.
"By the way, you won't visit here without any reason. Tell me what your intention is," Phlegon asked.
"Honestly, it was because of my younger brother."
"Why? What happened to him?"
"He could not fly anymore."
"Perhaps there are some fractured bones in your back. Come, get closer to me. I will arrange them back to normal."
Ylarry went near to his uncle. His heart thumps loudly as he considers what his uncle might do to his backbones and how he will simply become weaker than anyone could bear. He was surprised and felt a bit of pain when his uncle seemed to hold his bones in the back. He could not stop whimpering, but his brother just laughed.
"Don't be a chicken bro, that's just a little pain!" Felix smirked.
"Perhaps you participated in your brother's absurdity, which is why your backbones fractured," the old man speculated.
"Ylarry was the one who was full of absurdity, and he even didn't notice that there was a huge cloud approaching towards him. That's why he lost balance and consciousness; he fell down the precipice," Felix replied.
"And that's because you disobeyed your mother. Now look what happened. I hope that you're able to realize it, and from now on, you must always obey your mother, because mother knows best."
The words of the old man hit Ylarry several times. He remembered his promise to his mother. He said that he would never meet Lyra and that he would try to forget her, but it's difficult for him because, until now, she's still in his mind.
"Oh, Felix, why does your younger brother seem mute? He's not saying anything to us. Did a cat got his tongue?" Phlegon asked.
Ylarry was going to say something when his brother interrupted: "Perhaps he's just ashamed of you, uncle, especially that there are many problems that came into his life."
"I know that every problem has a solution, and if you're having trouble figuring it out, just sleep, because the best advice can be found on the pillow," Phlegon advised. "You may now stand up, Ylarry. I'm sure that your power has come back."
Ylarry slowly stood up and seemed to stretch his bones. He heard many cracks from his backbones, which made him fear that instead of getting back his power, his bones would become more fractured.
"Thank you so much, uncle, for this jujus and for curing my brother. I know that it will be a big help to us, especially to my brother. Don't worry uncle, we will visit you again if we have leisure time," Felix said, then he stood up and opened the door, and so did his brother.
"Farewell, my nephews!" Phlegon exclaimed, then he went back inside his house and slammed the door.
"Bro, have you been lulled there since we arrived?" Felix asked. "Is there something wrong?" He held the necklace that sparkled when hit by the light from silver moonlight. "Or you're just afraid that you can't fly anymore? Don't be so worried, just trust our uncle and Zadiv."
"Don't be so verbose, my brother, because you can't defeat me anymore!" Ylarry exclaimed, then he suddenly flew up at a high speed, and so did his older brother.
In just the blink of an eye, Ylarry appeared in the courtyard of Castillo de Saat. Things quickly changed. It's currently not cool here; perhaps summer is coming. He hoped that problems would also disappear like seasons. He saw that Felix had suddenly appeared beside him.
"I told you, just trust our uncle and Zadiv, because they would never disappoint us," Felix remarked.
"I know, I know, but seriously bro, I want to thank you for everything. I'm so grateful to have a brother like you. I hope that you will still be happy when I'm gone." Ylarry's eyes sparkled with gratitude.
"Welcome bro, anything for you, but why, instead of gratitude, do you seem to be saying goodbye to me? Why bro, where are you going?" Felix scrubbed his hair and head, telling tqhat he was curious.
"Nothing, I just want to thank you for being a good brother to me, although you're sometimes absurd."
"By the way, bro, what about Lydia? Please tell me what she's doing to you." Felix laughed at his brother.
"You're really absurd, bro. That woman is certainly lascivious!" Ylarry walks towards the wide-opened door of the castle, and so does his brother.
Sitting on the stairwell, Lyra weeps silently. She remembered what Kesrick did to her on her way to where she's now. It's unbelievable to her that Kesrick could do such a contemptible thing. She wondered if he had become something she had not expected; if he had turned into a boy who only cared about his flesh's happiness.
Her mind is messed up by recent happenings. It made her believe that life is so unfair and it only brings her sorrow every day, and that there are just a few righteous men left in the world where she belongs. Lyra couldn't also deny the difficulties of accepting her father's fate, especially that it was her mother who took his life.
Only the deranged can't feel sorrow and difficulties in the current situation, which Lyra possessed. Not just that, but also the words that came out of Kesrick's lips. Everything is hard for her to believe. She knows that if the boy really loves her, he'll show respect, but what Kesrick did certainly shows that he didn't. At this moment, Lyra knows that she has only one person to lean on.
She wiped away the tears pooled on her face with her finger, then stood up and looked forward, sideward, and became indignant when she looked backward. Absolutely, because of what she saw. It's the boy whom she considers the most hateful, perhaps because of what he did: one thing is certain, Lyra hates him. Even the way he walks is hateful to her. She doesn't want Kesrick to show up in her sight anymore; she can do something severe if he still gets near. But Lyra didn't want to waste her time on those foolish things, so she sat back on the stairwell and didn't mind the boy who was staring right at her.
Not long after that, Lyra heard someone's breath beside her. She knows it's the hateful boy who touched her flawless skin. Suddenly, Lyra stood up and went away from him, but he followed her wherever she went.
"Can you stop imitating me? Why? What do you need from me?" Lyra sounds mad. She sat down on the bench below the street lamp, and the boy sat beside her.
Perhaps Kesrick gave in to the passions that degrade men. Passion for the happiness of his flesh, which makes him similar to a brute, because when debased by his passions, a man diffuses about himself an atmosphere of horror, bestiality, and disgust, which renders him hateful in conversations; his very breath, words, actions, hands, and eyes express a despicableness that every well-born and well-intentioned man cannot help but hate, detest, flee, and despise.
His company is avoided. Contact with him appears to be contaminating. His movements are slow and malignant; his eyes lack vivacity, luster, and motion. He seems to be always in the embrace of animal folly, a fool without strength. One would say he is already deprived of that rational soul made for the contemplation of the true, for the desire of the good, for something worthy of oneself.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just eaten by lust. I hope you can understand and forgive me for what I did wrong," Kesrick whispered.
Meanwhile, Lyra was covering her ears when Kesrick was saying those words. Perhaps she doesn't want to hear from him anymore because he sounds hateful towards her, like he's not thinking before doing the act, and after the deed, he'll say sorry.
On the one hand, Kesrick noticed what Lyra was doing; it also crossed his mind that she didn't want to listen to him; he did the most repugnant thing just to gain Lyra's pardon. He slowly kneels down on Lyra's front and seems to worship her, but the truth is he's imploring for her forgiveness.
"Stupid, numbed boy! What are you doing in front of me? I'm not the goddess you should worship. You better go and worship my shameful grandfather because you're just the same!" Lyra exclaimed.
"Please, my dearest goddess, I beseech thee, I won't stand here unless you've forgiven me," Kesrick implored.
Certainly, Lyra had taken compassion on Kesrick, and instead of enmity, that's what prevailed over her, especially since she was uncomfortable seeing and hearing someone imploring her. Hence, she said something which made the boy jump with great euphoria.
"Thank you so much, Lyra!" Kesrick cuddled her.
"I just did it because there's nothing else I can do. Everything has already happened, and I can't turn back the clock, but Kesrick... "
He removed his arms from around Lyra and asked her why.
Lyra said, "I want you to promise me that you won't do it again like what you've done, or else I will kick you."
"I promise my dear goddess, I won't do it again, because I really loved you," Kesrick swore.
"Anyway, can you tell me how you got here?"
"I was going to..." Kesrick began to explain everything to Lyra.
They didn't notice that there was someone watching them secretly. A few moments elapsed, and Kesrick told Lyra that he needed to go. He stood up and walked towards the Black Palace. Suddenly, he was surprised to see a woman who had the same appearance as his stepmother. She looked so mad at him as her eyes turned red like fiery balls.
"Good afternoon," Kesrick greeted.
"Get away from my daughter if you don't want to bite the dust!" she exclaimed, then kicked Kesrick, causing him to ricochet on the black cols.
The mad woman pulled a sword and was about to stab Kesrick's chest when someone appeared and exclaimed, "Laquenta! What are you doing to my new disciple? Are you going to kill him?"
Laquenta was frozen while staring at her father. Some sounds appeared as her sword dropped down to the floor. Garagogo made some steps towards Kesrick. He offered him a hand to stand up. Kesrick stood up and turned to leave. He's curious why happiness appeared in a short time and vanished into the air. Meanwhile, Garagogo slapped Laquenta's face, which made her wake up!
"Why did you do that?" Garagogo asked.
Laquenta got her sword and pushed it back. "Why do you need to know, father? When have you become worried about my feelings? Why did you let that boy disrespect your granddaughter, and what? Did you give him permission to marry my daughter? What kind of stupidity!"
"Come on Laquenta, don't be so foolish, because first of all, I don't do anything without reason, and why would you believe those children? You're a fool! I'm just using them for our main intentions."
Behind the wall, Kesrick was listening to their conversations. Everything became clear to him that Garagogo was just fooling him, because he would not let Lyra marry him.
"What are you doing here?" someone asked.
Kesrick looked back and saw his wicked stepmother, who was curious about what he was doing behind the black cols.
"Are you listening to their conversation?" she asked.
Kesrick tried to deny it by shaking his head.
"Don't worry, my stepson, I won't report you to them. Instead, I'll help you get out of this place, and I'll tell you about someone who killed your grandparents."
"Why are you doing this?" Kesrick queried.
"I just want to help and pay my sin."
Kesrick was curious about his stepmother's words. But he's also eager to know who killed his beloved grandparents.