"Protecting?" "Yes, protecting. Because you know Wood is not a noble family that was just born one year ago. During that time they were victorious, during that time the enemy nurtured themselves and multiplied rapidly. I am protecting that child, so that no one hurts the sole heir of the Wood." Einer was not very expressive in his response. He was silent for a moment, then looked away. "It makes sense," he said, still pausing, "but how long will you continue to hide the girl who has even entered adulthood?" Einer asked then. His eyes were piercing, as if he was attacking the other person with his words. Amelia smiled, feeling more and more interested in the conversation between her and Einer - and Einer himself. "Oh Einer, I like you. You can read situations so well, and like I said; I'd love to have someone like you around." Einer did not respond to the compliment Amelia had given him. The man was still calm, waiting for the continuation of the old woman's words before him.

Einer could see the bad things that would happen to him just by looking at Chris's fist. Every step made him shiver, his body remembering what had happened every time he and Chris interacted. But a second later Einer realized if he no longer had a reason to be afraid, he shouldn't hang his head like a loser. Remember what Oliver said; Einer should be proud, he was a Perceus. "You're done, you damn loser!" With his fear gone, Einer could easily dodge Chris' punch. He stepped aside and made Chris seemed like a joke. Everyone was watching them and Chris, who was holding back his embarrassment, looked at Einer sharply. "What are you doing, loser...?" "Avoiding you. Did you think I'd stay still when you threw your hands at me?" Einer replied, didn't look afraid. But that calm answer made Chris' eyes bulge with anger. "What did you say? How dare you say that?" Chris tried to hit Einer again, but this time Einer was able to hold him back. "It turns out that we're just as strong, but

Einer couldn't drive the car because his head was still a little dizzy, so Garden took his place. During the way home, Garden was so silent that it made Einer think; people who didn't know would think Garden couldn't speak. Einer didn't know how to break this awkward silence, until he saw the small plaster on Garden's forehead. "Lady Garden, I apologize for the wound on your head from that day." Einer had almost forgotten the day he made blood flow down Garden's forehead. Einer thought Garden wouldn't answer, but the woman said, "It doesn't matter, you were just trying to survive." "But aren't you angry?" "I'm used to this kind of thing, and I've had plenty of chances to get it back at you, so don't be shy." Einer swallowed awkwardly, not thinking he would receive such a cold reply but he smiled. "Alright, I'll try to be strong enough to receive your revenge... Garden." Garden glanced at Einer coldly at the man calling her name. "You said not to be shy," if Garden took issue

Einer was silent, not understanding. "Ah, sorry. I'm so happy that I confused you," Oliver said. "In short, you have the power to mimic other people's powers, Einer. Your power can recognize, absorb and learn the powers of other awakener, just like you did that night." "That night?" "The night when the man named Chris beat you up and you injured him with your power. Do you remember how you did it? You copied Garden's powers."Oliver's explanation sounded fast, the man was excited. But it made Einer even more confused. That night Einer did use a power called telekinesis, he had thought it was a miracle and finally he knew that it was the power of awakening that he had. But now Oliver was saying that telekinesis was not Einer's power? "The power of mimicry, it's a very rare power and has enormous potential. You could be the most powerful awakener, Einer! Your power is extraordinary!" "Will I be able to mimic a power I've never seen before?" asked Einer, making Oliver listen to hi

Of course Ben would feel humiliated, but he had to try to keep his cool. And his attempt to look calm after something scratched his pride was very pleasing to Einer's eyes, until clearly the man's two cold eyes were laughing at the other person. "Ah... do I look like a butler, sir?" asked Ben then, seemingly trying to break the ice that had become tense due to his own actions. Einer smiled slightly. "No, really...," he replied in a hanging tone, "but because of what you said earlier, I'm reminded of the butler at Chelsea's house-he used to tell me about things in detail-even to the point of mentioning how many numbers are in the price of an item." Ben fell silent again. Einer didn't know what the man was thinking, but he knew that Ben was trying to keep himself calm because of his bold words. Einer admitted, he was indeed a poor man. He lived and lived as he pleased; haphazardly. No schooling, no manners; but to him, that was no reason to let his pride be nudged even a l