Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 90 - 89: Is Seiya Out There Causing Trouble?

Everyone was quite surprised by the look on Hayne’s face and the harsh tone with which he spoke to Seiya. He stomped forward, face tight with anger and worry as he advanced toward Seiya.

"What did you do?" He asked again, eyes narrowed slightly in frustration.

Seiya could only stare at him, clueless how to reply since he didn’t really do anything other than explore the city, getting snacks with his elite.

"You got involved with the Blind Fangs?" Hayne asked when Seiya remained silent. Kaeliyus glanced from Hayne to Seiya before pointing out. "Blind Fangs or whatever, even if my Lord got involved with them, it doesn’t warrant the way you’re speaking to him," Kaeliyus pointed out, mild rage simmering over his face.

Seiya and his elite exchanged glances and remained in awkward silence.

Ignoring Kaeliyus’ words, Hayne sluggishly squatted down, hands flying up to palm his face in frustration and fatigue. "Ugh.." he sighed out, groaning out loud.

"I know you’re definitely not the one who started things with the Blind Fangs since always mind your business is like your motto but still…!" He groaned. "To get involved in a big gang like that, we are in deep trouble," Hayne sighed yet again, head dipping lower by the minute.

"Also," his head snapped up at Seiya, eyes shifting between him and his elite. "How did you get my uncle involved in it too?" He inquired, eyes wide with curiosity.

Seiya and his elite once again exchanged awkward glances and at this, Hayne’s brow twitched.

Noting the tension in the air and no progress at all, Kaeliyus decided to step in, confident he could get through to his young Lord.

Getting off his seat, he stepped over to Seiya, squatting in front of him when he reached.

"My Lord," he began softly, "if you did involve yourself with a gang that big, it’s of no concern. All I need to do is wipe them out before they become a threat to you." Kaeliyus declared, tone brimming with confidence.

"You need not trouble yourself over those worthless mortals," he assured, his tone calm. "But then, if you could tell us how everything went and how you got—" he paused, gaze flicking to Hayne who squatted nearby. "This mortal—if you could tell us how you got this mortal’s uncle involved, then we can move faster in getting rid of any rising troubles," Kaeliyus explained.

But what Kaeliyus didn’t know was that Seiya suffered from a health condition—specifically, fading memories that left him unable to retain experiences or encounters for long.

Seiya’s gaze settled on Kaeliyus through his blindfold, silent as ever because what was being demanded of him eluded him. He could feel and remember the sense of familiarity but he just couldn’t quite place it.

Noticing Seiya’s plight, his elite spoke up instead. "We met your uncle on the way home. He crossed over to us," he said, deliberately phrasing it exactly as it happened, hoping to spark Seiya’s memory.

Hearing that Hayne’s uncle had crossed over to them, it was then it clicked in Seiya’s head, and he gave a single nod of agreement.

Hayne and Kaeliyus shifted their gaze to the elite, brows furrowing in question and silently demanding he continued.

"He saw us and came over to us. He advised Seiya to get treatment for his eyes and told us to say ’hi’ to you," the elite recounted.

Hayne let out another big sigh, hands pressing against his temples. "My uncle is in the hospital right now," he revealed. He expected them to be quite surprised or at least worried, but none of them present in the room reacted at all, causing Hayne’s brow to twitch. But he continued nonetheless.

"Apparently, a group from the Blind Fang Organization ambushed him in his shop—asking your whereabouts, Seiya," Hayne lifted his gaze to meet Seiya’s.

Kaeliyus’ gaze flicked toward Seiya, wondering why the so-called gang would look for his young Lord.

"A fight broke out because my uncle refused to tell them anything about you and denied having any connection with you but….they said they had seen him with you so they didn’t believe him and beat him up," Hayne sighed again, pausing to take in the weight of the situation.

"My uncle said he barely fled them. He’s currently in the hospital," he added. Hayne’s gaze dipped, quiet sadness washing over him. "What’s even more troubling isn’t that he’s in the hospital," Hayne continued, "it’s that he has a family—a wife and two kids. Now that the gang knows about him, they might target his family as well." He buried his face in his palms, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Tense silence shrouded them, stretching for a while until Hayne stood up. "Anyway, I have to visit my uncle at the hospital for a while," he announced quietly, eyes dull with melancholy. "I’ll be back soon." With that, Hayne left.

Kaeliyus, whose gaze had followed Hayne as he left, turned his attention back to Seiya. He lifted his gaze to study him, while Seiya remained silent. Noticing the wet marks on the sleep mask around Seiya’s eyes, Kaeliyus moved closer to inspect them.

"Your eyes must be bleeding again to have these wet marks," he said, hand moving up to touch the blindfold but Seiya’s hand reflexively snapped up, wrapping Kaeliyus’ wrist in a bone crushing grip.

Kaeliyus’s eyes flared open for a brief moment, shocked by his young Lord’s instinctive reaction but shook it off—understanding his Lord was not yet comfortable with him.

Kaeliyus smiled warmly at Seiya, as if to reassure him that he meant no harm and at this gesture, Seiya’s hand loosened until it freed Kaeliyus’ wrist.

"I might need to go get the materials for your eyes sooner than I thought," Kaeliyus muttered softly.

In an effort to lighten the mood, Kaeliyus’s gaze snapped to Seiya, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Then my Lord, would you like me to prepare you a meal?" he asked, his voice warm and cheerful. But Seiya, having already had his fill of snacks, wasn’t interested in any more food.

Noting his hesitation, Kaeliyus immediately understood and stopped pressing. "Alright then, do not hesitate to tell me when you’re hungry my Lord." With that, Kaeliyus went back to his seat, giving Seiya space as he didn’t want to come off too pushy. He wanted to tread carefully to gain Seiya’s approval and full acceptance.

The trio—Seiya, his elite and Kaeliyus, remained in the house, doing nothing in particular till the day stretched into evening.

They were all seated in the living room when Seiya abruptly sprang to his feet, drawing his elite’s and Kaeliyus’ attention—both alert.

"What is it, my Lord?" Kaeliyus asked with urgency, noting the way Seiya suddenly sprang up to his feet.

Seiya remained awkwardly silent for a moment before muttering, "W-water," stammering awkwardly. Kaeliyus watched him, a bit surprised that his Lord could come off so awkward. But more than that, he was glad that his young Lord was now finally giving him orders directly.

"Sure, I’ll get it right away," Kaeliyus replied cheerfully, rushing toward the kitchen.

As soon as he left, Seiya turned to his elite. "Stay here," he commanded, before grabbing his staff and striding to the door, leaping off in urgency.

Kaeliyus returned with the glass of water but when he didn’t find his Lord in the living room, he rushed forward, placing the glass of water on the table with a clatter.

"Where is he?" He asked the elite who was seated alone on the couch.

The elite watchedKaeliyus for a while, contemplating whether or not to tell him Seiya left. But after a while of watching Kaeliyus scramble round the house, he relented. "He left," the elite announced.

"Where did he go?! Why did you let him?!" Kaeliyus scolded but sighed the next moment, knowing Seiya wasn’t one that could be stopped even if they wanted.

Kaeliyus realized that Seiya had sent him for water as an excuse to keep him from following, but he couldn’t shake his worry. He thought it over—if Seiya had truly wanted him to stay behind, he would have simply ordered it, without needing such a roundabout way to leave—and he would have complied. Still, he weighed the thought of secretly following his Lord against his orders in his mind.

Having no choice, Kaeliyus could only sit and wait for his young Lord to return.

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A while later, after they had been waiting, Hayne returned home. Of course, he nearly crashed out when he discovered that Seiya had left the house again, especially with trouble still lurking around them. However, knowing there wasn’t much he could do, he resigned.

Since the evening was steadily stretching into night, Hayne had to start getting ready for Seiya’s mother’s ritual.

But, fatigued and burnt out from the day’s toll, he craved food. However, venturing into the kitchen and meeting the empty cabinet and fridge, reminded him like a brutal slap to the face that they had no food in the house. Well, except for the snacks Seiya and his elite brought which isn’t what Hayne craved at the moment.

He walked out the kitchen, stopping in front of Seiya’s elite. "Unlike Seiya, you’re an elite who’s been exploring the world, going on missions so you should know these simple things," Hayne began, bringing out some money. "Here," he stretched it toward the elite. "Go to a nearby convenience store and get us ramen."

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The elite took the money without any protest and rose to his feet, heading for the door. "Make sure not to cause any more trouble and return home straight," Hayne called after him as he left.

Sighing, Hayne walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it, slouching to rest. Meanwhile, Kaeliyus sat restlessly beside him, too absorbed in his worry for his young Lord to care about his surroundings or anyone else.

Though both remained silent, the fear and worry in their pounding hearts were undeniable—especially Hayne, whose heart raced with the fear of what havoc Seiya might be causing out there.