The look on his face was of utter pleasure. He didn’t seem to mind that he had casually robbed someone of their life!
“You’re really turning me off.” Septimus stood in the darkness and said frankly. “I feel like throwing up every time I see you like this.”
He snorted. Then, his eyes lit up.
“When are you going to regain your full strength, lunatic?”
The man whom he had called a lunatic merely smiled. He didn’t mind the title. They had started calling him that a long time ago. In fact, many people had forgotten his real name.
“Don’t get so worked up. I’ve just woken up. I should take the moment to savor what blood tastes like now,” said the lunatic. “Humans might taste different now.”
“I didn’t wake you up so that you can go on a blood-crazed drinking spree,” said Septimus. “We have to seize the time we have and locate the Longevity Pond. Everyone dies if we don’t find it!”
He didn’t start his search with the lunatic because he wanted to give the man the luxury of time. He needed him to do a job.
The Longevity Pond meant a lot to all of them. Be it he or Mr Cedric, or those still deep in slumber and not yet awakened, they had all been waiting for this the whole time.
“Why are you in such a rush?” the lunatic smiled coldly. “I’ve been asleep for a very long time. Can’t I have a moment to myself?”
He stared at Septimus openly.
“We do have to find the Longevity Pond. But you’ll still have to look for it even if I don’t. Isn’t that true?”
“You!” Septimus was furious. “What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing. I just want to take a break. You can look for the Longevity Pond in the meantime. Simply let me know where it is when you find it.”
Septimus was livid. A terrifying aura erupted from his person instantly.
“What did you just say?”
“I’m going to rest now,” the lunatic repeated himself. “Don’t disturb my rest.”
Septimus’s silence did nothing to conceal the rage burning in his eyes.
He had spent a great deal of effort to find that lunatic and wake him up, only to have this scum tell him that he wanted to rest?
He had slept for so many years. Hadn’t that been enough?
Hadn’t he rested enough?
“Don’t you glare at me. I’m not blaming you for waking me up, am I? Get lost before I get angry,” said the lunatic tactlessly.
He would still be asleep if he hadn’t been woken up and he would have lived a little longer. But he was awake now. He would eventually reach the end of his finite lifespan if he didn’t find the Longevity Pond.
He wasn’t mad at Septimus for waking him up but Septimus appeared to have gotten mad at him.
“Do you really think you’ll still have a chance to be part of the team if you don’t do something to show for it now?” barked Septimus.
The lunatic moved suddenly. Like a real madman, he attacked without any warning at all, rushing forward and slamming Septimus into the wall. The sound of his collision with the wall was deafening.
The wall crumbled. Deep cracks appeared in the plaster while a flurry of dust flew into the air.
“I don’t care who you are,” said the lunatic, “I’ll kill you if you upset me. It doesn’t matter who you are!”
He released his hold on Septimus. The latter slid down and landed on his feet. His eyes were filled with fury as he stared at the lunatic.
The lunatic did not pay him further heed and instead walked away, laughing.
“Damn it!” cursed Septimus.
He just realized that he had let a true madman loose. The lunatic couldn’t be controlled at all. Mr Cedric might be the only person who could get the lunatic to do anything he said.
But he had no idea where Mr Cedric had gone.
Septimus watched the lunatic leave. Then, he got to his feet, straightened his clothes and brushed the dust off them. Without saying a word, he set out to find Mr Cedric.
The lunatic was a double-edged sword. He was only going to hurt himself if he failed to wield it properly.
But if he mastered the sword, it would make the search for the Longevity Pond easier. After all, the lunatic was a powerful warrior.