"Bagaimana caramu bertemu dengan Tuan Gerald?"<br><br>Tanpa keraguan, tanpa basa-basi—hanya pertanyaan itu, lugas dan langsung pada sasaran.<br><br>Lucavion, untungnya, tidak terlihat terusik oleh pertanyaan wanita itu yang mendadak. Ekspresinya justru melunak, bibirnya melengkung membentuk senyuman penuh arti yang sudah sangat dikenalnya. Namun, itu bukanlah senyuman main-main seperti yang ia lihat sebelumnya. Senyuman kali ini menyiratkan sesuatu yang lebih dalam, sesuatu yang mengisyaratkan beban di balik jawaban tersebut.<br><br>Meski begitu, ia tidak langsung menjawab. Sebaliknya, ia mengangkat gelasnya dan meneguk isinya perlahan dengan penuh pemikiran, seolah merangkai kata-kata sebelum berbicara. Mariel mengamatinya lekat-lekat, rasa penasarannya semakin memuncak akibat keheningan pria itu.<br><br>Akhirnya, setelah jeda yang terasa cukup lama, ia meletakkan gelasnya dan menatap mata Mariel dengan intensitas yang tidak ia duga.<br><br>"Pertemuanku dengan Guru... yah, itu bukan hal yang biasa," mulai Lucavion, nadanya lebih pelan dan lebih merenung daripada sebelumnya. "Waktu itu, aku dikirim ke medan perang. Bukan sebagai pahlawan atau semacamnya, melainkan sekadar prajurit."<br><br>Alis Mariel terangkat tinggi, keterkejutannya begitu nyata. "Seorang prajurit?" tanyanya, tatapannya semakin tajam saat ia kembali memperhatikan penampilan Lucavion. Pria itu tampak muda—terlalu muda untuk hal semacam itu. Dan jika ia membicarakan masa sebelum ini,<br><br>ia tidak bisa menahan diri untuk bertanya-tanya, sudah berapa lama waktu yang lalu hal itu terjadi?<br><br>Bibir Lucavion terukir senyuman tipis, senyuman yang seolah membawa beban dari banyak kisah yang tak diceritakan. Seolah merasakan pertanyaan yang tertahan di benaknya, ia mengangguk. "Ya, aku sangat muda waktu itu. Belum genap menjadi seorang remaja, dan aku bahkan belum menjadi seorang Awakened."<br><br>Kerutan di dahi Mariel semakin dalam. Gagasan tentang seseorang seperti dirinya—yang terdengar masih anak-anak—dilempar ke dalam kekacauan medan perang membuat hatinya tidak tenang. Dan berada di sana tanpa kekuatan atau perlindungan seorang Awakened... ia tidak dapat membayangkan seperti apa rasanya.<br><br>"Aku dikirim untuk bertempur bersama yang lain, tetapi aku sama sekali tidak punya pilihan," lanjut Lucavion dengan nada datar. "Itu adalah pertempuran yang sudah ditakdirkan kalah sejak awal. Sebagian besar dari kami tahu itu. Kami hanyalah nyawa-nyawa yang sengaja dilempar ke garis depan." Ia berhenti sejenak, melirik ke arah meja, jemarinya mengusap ringan pinggiran gelasnya. "Dan di situlah aku bertemu dengannya."<br><br>Mariel mengamatinya dengan seksama, menyatukan kepingan-kepingan cerita itu di dalam kepalanya.<br><br>Starscourge Gerald<br><br>, bersembunyi di perkemahan militer. Tempat itu sama sekali bukan tipikal tempat bagi seseorang seperti Gerald, tetapi di sanalah ia menemukan Lucavion.<br><br>"Saat itu, Gerald bukanlah sosok legendaris seperti yang dibicarakan orang-orang sekarang," lanjut Lucavion, pandangannya menerawang seolah mengenang kembali momen itu dengan jelas. "Dia bersembunyi di perkemahan itu karena alasan yang tidak kumengerti saat itu. Tapi dia menemukanku, di tengah segala kekacauan itu, dan mengangkatku menjadi muridnya. Itulah pertama kalinya seseorang menatapku dan melihat lebih dari sekadar..."<br><br>Ada jeda sejenak saat senyuman Lucavion memudar, tatapannya sedikit menggelap mengingat kenangan itu. "Pokoknya. Dia tidak langsung menghampiriku. Dia mengawasi, dan menunggu. Lalu, saat saatnya tiba, dia mengambil tindakan—menawarkanku untuk mengajariku, menunjukkan padaku apa yang bisa kugapai. Dia bilang aku tidak ditakdirkan untuk menjalani kehidupan yang dipaksakan kepada.'</p><p>Mariel duduk dalam keheningan, pikirannya berputar kencang. Ia bisa membayangkannya—bocah lelaki yang dulunya adalah Lucavion, berdiri di ambang kematian dalam sebuah perang yang seharusnya tidak pernah ia ikuti. Dan kemudian Gerald, melangkah bagaikan bayangan dari kegelapan, melihat sesuatu dalam diri anak itu yang tidak dilihat oleh orang lain.<br><br>Lucavion kembali menatap matanya, ekspresinya kini tampak lebih ringan, seolah beban berat itu telah terangkat, tergantikan oleh sesuatu yang lebih penuh harapan. "Dia menjadi guruku tepat di sana, di tengah perang itu. Dia mengajariku semua yang kuketahui sekarang, membawaku pergi dari kehidupan itu."<br><br>Mariel menarik napas dalam-dalam, membiarkan cerita itu meresap ke dalam benaknya. Ia tidak menduga hal ini. Ia tidak menyangka bocah di hadapannya telah dilempar ke dunia yang begitu kejam di usia yang begitu muda, dan ia juga tidak menyangka Gerald telah menariknya keluar dari sana. Namun, setelah mendengarnya sekarang, semuanya menjadi masuk akal. Gerald selalu melihat potensi pada mereka yang tersesat dan hancur.<br><br>"Dan sisanya tinggal sejarah, ya?" ujarnya dengan suara yang kini lebih lembut.<br><br>Lucavion terkekeh pelan, suaranya rendah dan penuh pemahaman. "Kurang lebih begitu."<br><br>Mariel mengangguk, masih mencerna betapa beratnya semua itu. Ia selalu tahu bahwa dunia ini bisa sangat kejam, tetapi mendengarkan kisah Lucavion—bagaimana ia dikirim untuk mati saat masih anak-anak—hanya semakin memperkokoh tekadnya.<br><br>"Kau sudah melangkah jauh sejak saat itu," ucapnya dengan nada tegas namun dibalut kehangatan yang jarang ia tunjukkan. "Tapi kupikir perjalananmu masih panjang."<br><br>Lucavion tidak langsung menjawab. Sebaliknya, ia kembali mengangkat gelasnya, meneguk isinya perlahan, lalu tersenyum dengan ekspresi di antara penuh renungan dan geli.<br><br>"Mungkin memang begitu," ucapnya pelan, suaranya menyimpan misteri yang sama seperti biasanya. "Mungkin masih ada banyak hal lagi."<br><br>Mariel mengamati Lucavion dengan cermat, tatapannya yang tajam tertuju pada pria itu sementara beban dari ceritanya masih menggantung di antara mereka. Ia menyandarkan punggungnya sedikit ke kursi, melipat tangan di dada.<br><br>"Lalu sekarang?" tanya Mariel, suaranya rendah namun tegas. "Sekarang setelah gurumu tidak ada lagi... apa rencana yang akan kau lakukan?"<br><br>Mata Lucavion berbinar dengan kilatan geli yang sudah sangat dikenalnya, jenis keceriaan yang menyembunyikan sesuatu yang jauh lebih dalam. Bibirnya melengkung membentuk senyuman miring, sisi santai kembali menghiasi ekspresinya. "Apa rencana yang akan kulakukan?" ulangnya, hampir seolah pertanyaan itu sendiri menggelitik hatinya.<br><br>Ia berhenti sejenak, seolah menikmati ketegangan di antara mereka sebelum menjawab. Kemudian, dengan mengangkat bahu santai, ia mencondongkan tubuhnya ke depan, kedua sikunya bertumpu di atas meja. "Aku di sini untuk mengikuti turnamen," jawabnya singkat, namun ada bobot tersendiri di balik kata-katanya. "Untuk membuat namaku dikenal."<br><br>Mariel mengangkat alis. "Membuat namaku dikenal?"<br><br>Senyuman miring Lucavion semakin lebar. "Aku tidak mungkin selamanya bersembunyi di bawah bayang-bayang guruku, kan?" Nadanya terdengar ringan, tetapi ada keseriusan tertentu di dalam matanya yang memberi tahu Mariel bahwa ini bukan sekadar soal turnamen. "Orang-orang mengenal Guru. Mereka takut padanya, menghormatinya. Tapi aku? Aku ini masih sekadar orang bukan siapa-siapa bagi kebanyakan orang."<br><br>Ada jeda sejenak saat ia menyandarkan kembali punggungnya ke kursi, tatapannya lurus menatap wanita itu. "Jadi, cara apa lagi yang lebih baik untuk memulai selain menonjol di sini? Turnamen ini adalah panggung, dan aku berniat memastikan semua orang tahu siapa aku begitu turnamen ini usai."<br><br>Mariel memiringkan kepalanya sedikit, memperhatikannya. Rasa percaya diri pria itu tidak terbantahkan, tetapi ada sesuatu yang lebih di baliknya—sesuatu yang mengisyaratkan rencana yang jauh lebih besar. Ia tidak bisa tidak mengagumi ambisinya, tetapi ia juga tahu bahwa turnamen itu bukan sekadar permainan. Ajang itu sangat brutal, tak kenal ampun, dan penuh dengan para pesaing yang sama laparnya akan kemenangan seperti dirinya.<br><br>"Kau serius," ucapnya, lebih sebagai pernyataan daripada pertanyaan.<br><br>"Serius setengah mati," balas Lucavion, senyumannya memudar menjadi ekspresi yang lebih fokus. "Katakan saja ini adalah permulaan dari sesuatu."<br><br>Mariel mengangguk pelan, matanya menyipit dalam lamunan. "Dan kau pikir turnamen ini akan memberikannya padamu? Pengakuan yang kau cari itu?"<br><br>Lucavion mengangkat bahunya lagi, tetapi tidak ada keraguan sedikit pun dalam ekspresinya. "Ini adalah permulaan. Jika aku menang—atau bahkan melangkah cukup jauh—orang-orang akan mengingatku. Dan dari sana... yah, jalan ke depannya akan menjadi jauh lebih menarik."<br><br>Mariel tidak dapat menahan senyum tipis melihat tekad pria itu. Ada api di dalam diri pemuda itu, dorongan untuk mengukir tempatnya sendiri di dunia ini. Hal itu mengingatkannya pada dirinya sendiri di masa muda, berjuang demi mengharumkan nama keluarga dan desanya. Dan dalam beberapa hal, ia sangat mengerti dari mana asal pemikiran itu.<br><br>"Kau punya ambisi," ucapnya dengan nada penuh pertimbangan. "Tapi ambisi saja tidak akan membawamu jauh di arena itu."<br><br>"Tutututu..." Lucavion mendecakkan lidahnya cepat, senyuman usil merekah di wajahnya sambil melambaikan jari telunjuknya ke arah Mariel. Gestur penuh main-main itu berbanding terbalik dengan keseriusan yang sempat memenuhi percakapan mereka beberapa saat lalu.<br><br>"Ambisi saja?" Ia menggelengkan kepala, matanya berpijar geli. "Tidak, tidak, tidak. Aku tidak hanya punya ambisi, Nona Beruang Kecil. Aku juga punya bakat." Ia mencondongkan tubuhnya sedikit ke depan, merendahkan suaranya seolah sedang membagikan rahasia. "Karena kita semua tahu bahwa ambisi tanpa bakat itu tidak ada artinya, bukankah begitu?"<br><br>Mariel mengangkat alis, senyumannya semakin lebar. Kepercayaan diri pria itu begitu kentara, dan meskipun sebagian dari dirinya mengaguminya, ia tidak bisa menahan diri untuk mengujinya sedikit lagi.<br><br>"Bakat, ya?" ulangnya, nadanya ringan namun dibalut sedikit rasa skeptis. "Dan kau pikir bakat itu akan membawamu melewati turnamen ini?"<br><br>Senyuman Lucavion semakin mengembang. "Aku tidak berpikir. Aku<br><br>tahu<br><br>pasti." Suaranya mantap, penuh dengan kepastian.<br><br>Mariel menyandarkan punggungnya, melipat tangan saat ia menatap pria itu. Pria itu bukan sekadar membual—ada sesuatu dari cara pembawaannya yang membuatnya percaya bahwa ia benar-benar bersungguh-sungguh dengan setiap kata yang diucapkannya.<br><br>"Tapi selain itu... Ada satu alasan lagi mengapa aku berada di sini saat ini."
Bab 194: Iron Matron (6)
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"How did you meet Mister Gerald?"
No hesitation, no soft lead-in—just the question, clear and to the point.
Lucavion, to his credit, didn't seem fazed by the abruptness of her inquiry. If anything, his expression softened, his lips curving into that familiar, knowing grin. But it wasn't the same playful smirk she had seen earlier. This one carried a hint of something deeper, something that hinted at the weight behind the answer.
He didn't answer right away, though. Instead, he picked up his glass and took a slow, thoughtful sip, as if collecting his thoughts before he spoke. Mariel watched him closely, her curiosity piqued even more by his silence.
Finally, after what felt like a long pause, he set the glass down and met her gaze with an intensity she hadn't expected.
"Meeting Master… well, it was out of the ordinary," Lucavion began, his tone quieter, more introspective than before. "At the time, I had been sent to the battlefield. Not as a hero or anything, just as a soldier."
Mariel's eyebrows shot up, her surprise evident. "A soldier?" she asked, her gaze sharpening as she took in Lucavion's appearance again. He looked young—far too young for something like that. And if he was speaking about a time before this, she couldn't help but wonder,
how long ago could that have been?
Lucavion's lips curved into a small smile, one that seemed to carry the weight of many untold stories. As if sensing her unspoken question, he nodded. "Yeah, I was really young back then. Barely more than a boy, and I wasn't even an Awakened yet."
Mariel's frown deepened. The thought of someone like him—still a child, by the sound of it—being thrown into the chaos of a battlefield unsettled her. And to be there without the power or protection of an Awakened… she couldn't imagine what that must have been like.
"I was sent to fight alongside others, but I didn't have a choice," Lucavion continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "It was a losing battle from the start. Most of us knew it. We were just bodies to throw into the fray." He paused, glancing down at the table, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his glass. "And that's where I met him."
Mariel watched him closely, the pieces of the story slowly coming together in her mind.
Starscourge Gerald
, hiding in a battlefield camp. It didn't seem like the kind of place someone like Gerald would be, yet that was where he found Lucavion.
"At that time, Gerald wasn't the legendary figure that people speak of now," Lucavion continued, his gaze distant as though recalling that moment vividly. "He was hiding out in that camp for reasons I didn't understand back then. But he found me, in the middle of all that chaos, and he took me under his wing. It was the first time anyone had ever looked at me and seen more than just….."
There was a brief pause as Lucavion's smile faltered, his eyes darkening just slightly at the memory. "Anyway. He didn't approach me right away. He watched, and waited. And then, when the moment came, he made his move—offered to teach me, to show me what I could become. He told me I wasn't meant for the life they'd forced me into."
Mariel sat in silence, her mind racing. She could picture it—the boy Lucavion had been, standing on the edge of death in a war he never should've been part of. And then Gerald, stepping in like a figure from the shadows, seeing something in him that no one else did.
Lucavion met her gaze again, his expression lighter now, as if the heaviness had lifted, replaced by something more hopeful. "He became my master right there, in the middle of that war. He taught me everything I know now, took me away from that life."
Mariel took a deep breath, letting the story settle in her mind. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected the boy in front of her to have been thrust into such a brutal world so young, nor had she expected Gerald to have plucked him from it. But hearing it now, it made sense. Gerald had always seen potential in the lost, the broken.
"And the rest is history, huh?" she said, her voice softer now.
Lucavion chuckled quietly, the sound low and knowing. "Something like that."
Mariel nodded, still processing the weight of it all. She had always known that the world could be cruel, but hearing Lucavion's story—how he had been sent to die as nothing more than a child—only solidified her resolve.
"You've come a long way since then," she said, her tone firm but tinged with a rare warmth. "But I imagine there's more to your journey."
Lucavion didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up his glass once more, took a slow sip, and smiled, his expression somewhere between thoughtful and amused.
"Maybe there is," he said softly, his voice carrying the same mystery as always. "Maybe there's a lot more."
Mariel studied Lucavion carefully, her sharp gaze lingering on him as the weight of his story settled between them. She leaned back slightly in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.
"And now?" she asked, her voice low but firm. "Now that your master is no longer here… what are you planning to do?"
Lucavion's eyes flickered with a familiar glint of amusement, the kind of lightheartedness that masked something far deeper. His lips curled into a smirk, the playful edge returning to his expression. "What am I planning to do?" he repeated, almost as if the question itself amused him.
He paused for a moment, as though savoring the tension between them before answering. Then, with a casual shrug, he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. "I'm here for the tournament," he said simply, but there was a weight behind his words. "To make a name for myself."
Mariel raised an eyebrow. "A name for yourself?"
Lucavion's smirk widened. "I can't exactly stay in my master's shadow forever, can I?" His tone was light, but there was a certain seriousness in his eyes that told Mariel this wasn't just about the tournament. "People knew Master. They feared him, respected him. But me? I'm still just a nobody to most people."
There was a brief pause as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on her. "So, what better way to start than by standing out here? The tournament is a stage, and I intend to make sure everyone knows who I am by the time it's over."
Mariel tilted her head slightly, watching him. His confidence was undeniable, but there was something more behind it—something that hinted at a greater plan. She couldn't help but admire his ambition, but she also knew that the tournament wasn't just a game. It was brutal, unforgiving, and filled with competitors just as hungry for victory as he was.
"You're serious," she said, more as a statement than a question.
"Dead serious," Lucavion replied, his smirk fading into something more focused. "Let's say this is the beginning of something."
Mariel nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing in thought. "And you think the tournament will give you that? The recognition you're after?"
Lucavion shrugged again, but there was no doubt in his expression. "It's a start. If I win—or even get far enough—people will remember me. And from there… well, the path forward gets a lot more interesting."
Mariel couldn't help but smile slightly at his determination. There was a fire in him, a drive to carve out his own place in the world. It reminded her of herself when she was younger, fighting to make a name for her family, for her village. And in some ways, she understood exactly where he was coming from.
"You've got ambition," she said, her voice thoughtful. "But ambition alone won't get you far in that arena."
"Tutututu…" Lucavion clicked his tongue rapidly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he wagged his index finger at Mariel. The playful gesture contrasted sharply with the seriousness that had filled the conversation moments before.
"Ambition alone?" He shook his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "No, no, no. I don't just have ambition, Miss Little Bear. I've got talent too." He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Since we all know that ambition without talent is meaningless, don't you think?"
Mariel raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening. His confidence was undeniable, and while part of her admired it, she couldn't help but test him a little further. "Talent, huh?" she repeated, her tone light but with an edge of skepticism. "And you think that talent will carry you through the tournament?"
Lucavion's grin widened. "I don't think. I
know
it will." His voice was steady, filled with certainty.
Mariel leaned back, crossing her arms as she considered him. He wasn't just boasting—there was something in the way he carried himself that made her believe he truly meant every word he said.
"But aside from that….There is one more reason I am here at this moment."
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