"God has really helped me, and I won't waste the chance he's given me. I won't let Einer go again." Robert was just a good listener, he didn't say much because he knew very well what kind of difficulties Oliver had experienced during the time he lost Einer. Robert would probably speak up to give other information. "My lord, I have news of the success of the White Tulip mission." Oliver's attention was distracted from the screen for a moment. He smiled. "So she's completed the mission I gave her? That's a good thing, she's proven her worth once again," Oliver said, turning his chair to face Robert who was standing behind him. "Since she's coming back, it's a good coincidence to give Einer a surprise after his terrible training. When will she be home?" "Based on her information, she should arrive before dinner tonight." "Good. Prepare a dining table just for me and my beautiful daughter in her room." "Yes, my lord." Oliver returned to facing the screen, letting Robert
"Mother?" The woman smiled, stroking Einer's head. For a moment Einer thought, and he realized that this was a dream. Einer knew he was having a lucid dream right now, but he wanted to deny that this was a dream. The happiness, the warm smile and the woman's touch felt so real. Einer even remembered what Oliver had said to him and once again tried to deny that this woman who always treated his warmly, was not that good. "Mother... I miss you~" "Einer, I'm never far from you. Don't miss me to the point of making you cry like this, because we are inseparable." "I know, but I feel really empty without you." The woman, Zia, only smiled without replying. Then her smile faded as she looked at Einer's neck. "Einer, where is your necklace?" Einer looked confused, but when he touched his neck, the necklace was missing. Einer also remembered why the necklace, which he had never taken off, had disappeared from its usual place. "Einer, you promised me not to take off your necklace, rig
Einer absolutely didn't want his cake to encounter the dirty dust from the floor, so he slapped Chris' hand away and gave Chris a little shock. "Oh wow, look what this loser do." Chris hit Einer’s head, slapped his face to fell. “Do you just slap my hand? How dare you! Who do you think you are, huh?” Anton kicked Einer, stopping him to stood up. “A boy who came to this place with pity, how dare you touch Chris with your dirty hands!" "Chris, you need to wash your hands with soap or Routa's stench will follow your body. You don't want the smell of the slum to stick to you, do you?" said Sam, Chris's friend. "Shit! I'm going to take a shower after this." Chris looked so annoyed. "I'm going to clean my body so I don't smell like an orphan from the rundown Routa!" Chris left Einer who still had nothing to say. After they left, Einer picked up the cake and tried to fix it a little. He was angry that Chris had ruined his cake, but didn't have the power to fight back since he ha
“Are there any other injured parts, sir?” The Baron asked, having finished covering the wound on Einer’s forehead with a medium-sized plaster. Einer shook his head in response. He simply did not expect this kind of thing to happen, whereas last night it looked like everything would be fine and back to normal. But they were silent for a few seconds before the Baron spoke up again. “Are you surprised by what just happened?” asked Baron, making Einer look at him, but Einer said nothing and Baron continued his sentence. “I think you shouldn’t be too surprised if Madame Amelia has already told you about this kind of situation.” Einer was pensive with a frown, digesting the Baron’s words. He tried to remember if Amelia had ever told Einer about a case like this before, as the Baron had said. And Einer finally remembered .... A week ago, at the dinner table between him and Amelia, she had said it but Einer didn’t really care. “During a relapse, Chelsea will usually fee
"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 why have I always kept quiet when you hit me? I was a fool, but now I'll stop." Einer pushed Chris away from him. "Because only a fool does nothing when he is hurt." "Wow... awesome. Did you just experience the 'reborn' phenomenon? You sound like a different person, not like that loser who always keeps his head down." Chris approached Einer. "This doesn't suit you, Einer. Stop acting like a lion. I don't understand where you got the luxury car in front of this building, but do you think that just by sitting in its seat, you can raise your level?" Einer just stared at Chris who was trying to bring him down by mo
“A boy who came to this place with pity, how dare you touch Chris with your dirty hands!" "Chris, you need to wash your hands with soap or Routa's stench will follow your body. You don't want the smell of the slum to stick to you, do you?" said Sam, Chris's friend. "Shit! I'm going to take a shower after this." Chris looked so annoyed. "I'm going to clean my body so I don't smell like an orphan from the rundown Routa!" Chris left Einer who still had nothing to say. After they left, Einer picked up the cake and tried to fix it a little. He was angry that Chris had ruined his cake, but didn't have the power to fight back since he had always been prey with Chris as the predator. Einer was used to this anyway; he would just keep walking and ignore the people who were talking about him and laughing at him. There was something more important now; the medicine that Einer always relied on to overcome the bad feelings after Chris disturbed his quiet life. "Amora." Einer walked
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 with Einer calling her like they were close friends, "and also, we are siblings." "Don't get your hopes up, especially since you still haven't proven your worthiness to be a Perceus to the others. You have the privilege just because you're father's son." Einer was a little confused by Garden's words, but their car stopped in front of a convenience store. "Are you going to buy something?" asked Einer, but Garden ignored him and got out of the car. Einer fol
Garden glanced at Einer coldly at the man calling her name. "You said not to be shy," if Garden took issue with Einer calling her like they were close friends, "and also, we are siblings." "Don't get your hopes up, especially since you still haven't proven your worthiness to be a Perceus to the others. You have the privilege just because you're father's son." Einer was a little confused by Garden's words, but their car stopped in front of a convenience store. "Are you going to buy something?" asked Einer, but Garden ignored him and got out of the car. Einer followed her. "Garden, please buy me some cold water. I want to compress my wound." Garden still ignored him and entered the convenience store. "Gosh, do I look like a ghost in her eyes?" asked Einer, a little annoyed but then he smiled. "If I were a ghost, she wouldn't have helped me. At least she helped me even if it was just for formality." Einer leaned back in his car and waited for Garden. The beauty and