“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
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 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 hi
"Because I wanted to make sure that you returned in a state that was clear of the tedium you were trying to overcome. Isn't that why you came out this late?" Einer circulated his gaze awkwardly, for some reason he felt that Baron's sentence was like a subtle insinuation for him. It was like saying that Einer shouldn't have come home this late, because he was here working, not on vacation. Einer replied, "I already feel better, but now I need to is-" "I hope you do too." Einer paused, the Baron's words that interrupted him made Einer frown in confusion. "What do you mean?" asked Einer, and the Baron raised his head - looking straight into Einer's face. "You know, sir? Since you left, Mademoiselle hasn't slept at all. She can't sleep, she just cries." Einer looked at the second floor where Chelsea's room was, and the light was still on. Then he looked at the Baron again, and the man moved closer surprising Einer with his words. "You know, right, what you should do?" Baron
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 feel a headache so intense that she can only cry, or another symptom is nosebleeds. And for the most frequent symptom... it’s memory errors and hiccups like a broken cell phone. Chelsea often has short-term amnesia because the location of the disease affects her ability to remember things, but it’s nothing serious... Chelsea can remember again in a week or two, she just needs to be reminded.” Einer was pensive. He just remembered about Amelia’s words that night and understood them. Meanwhile the Baron was smiling beside him, and when Einer saw that, he immediately turned his face away. “You’d better listen carefully to what Madame h