The Arks 172 The Ark Of Doomsday Heis

"All the more you should survive! Cordelia only has you!"

"No, she doesn't have only me. She's got you now. So, if I can't go on, you can fill in the position."

"But I don't deserve that t.i.tle. You are her brother, I'm a n.o.body."

"You daft boy. The moment she gripped your hand those weeks ago, you became part of her life."

Yan's heart broke when he heard those words. He was trying to survive only for himself. And yet, this boy could throw away his life, just for the chance of his sister to get better. Even if his sacrifice was in vain, he was still happy that he tried saving his sister.

On the usual topic of food, they saved the better-looking ones in their trenches. The twins, during the day, got their chance to steal bit by bit from the stores. They also went undercover to see the latest news about the raids.

But during the night, only Yan snuck out, while the two are sleeping. He failed to let them know because it might not work in the future. After all, those were only rumors. At the very least, they could learn how to make bread.

Whenever he reached the town, he would only take one thing; the smallest sack of flour he could ever find. With no one around, he would take his time in hauling the ma.s.s towards the trenches. Carefully stacking them up. He has about quite a few stockpiled.

With the entire week under their belts, the trio pulled off the Doomsday heist. And it has brought them to where they are now.

"Stay in the trenches," instructed Yan, trying to push the twins into the holes.

"But!" protested Cordelia as she stood behind Ciel.

"Do as I say!"

Yan nodded firmly at Ciel.

"Don't mess this up," murmured the twin.

Ciel dragged his twin into the deepest trench. With no knowledge or idea of what he was about to do, Cordelia hugged her twin tightly.

"Are you sure it'll be okay?" asked Cordelia, whispering.

"Remember that mill explosion, a couple of years back?" asked Ciel, looking at the sacks of flour behind them.

"What about it?"

The small smile was enough to let his twin know the circ.u.mstance.

"Pretty brave of you to fight all of us at once," said the chef, who had bloodshot eyes.

"I'll give you payback," growled the man, pointing a bread knife at Yan.

Yan looked around. The place he was cornered at is a dense forest, but the mob was currently packed together in a clearing. There were some large rocks he could get to if he needed it. The plan would fail if he doesn't make it to high ground at the end of it.

The trees were another option of high ground, but being on top of a burning one isn't viable. If he messed this up, it could spell danger for him and the twins. But shaking off the thought, he was determined to pull off the stunt.

"Ciel! Now!" yelled Yan, as he placed his hand behind his back.

Ciel, along with his twin, threw an entire sack of flour towards Yan. As if on cue, the mob charged forwards, and destroyed the sack of flour. This made the flour spread and fly all around, hindering the mob's vision.

Yan ducked and weaved about in the flour cloud, making the villagers. .h.i.t each other instead. When he was satisfied, Yan quickly sprinted out of the mob and shook himself off from the powder. He then launched himself upwards and onto the highest boulder.

Yan then plucked out a branch from the nearby tree and wrapped the end of it with some cloth. The mob, still trying to find Yan, was completely unaware of the sound of something igniting. Using the flint and steel, Yan took the time to set fire to a long branch and created a torch.

He smiled as the flour cloud started to settle but still covered the villages. They looked at Yan but the chef had wide-opened eyes as he saw the bright flame.

"I'll give you the same payment, you did. Four years ago," said Yan, as he tossed a rock towards the trench.

Ciel got the hint and braced his twin and himself for impact. When Yan heard a slight clap from Ciel, he sighed in relief. If he gets caught in the aftermath, then at least the twins can get out alive.

The chef stuck his out to Yan and pleaded, one last time, for mercy.

"Mercy on us boy..."

"You didn't have any mercy on us when that mill exploded."

The chef's eyes started to water.