"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
"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.
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
Einer frowned slightly, he had never heard of Amora having a friend named Chelsea. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" asked Einer coldly as if it was the sharp edge of a knife. "Ah... Chris is hang out with his friends, and there's no one I can ask for help immediately besides you. You're the only one with a car here." Einer noticed that the parking lot was empty, leaving only his luxury car. "I didn't bring a car because I usually go with Chris, so please... I would be very grateful to you." Einer did not think of helping Amora; he was still very angry for what Amora had done to him. But Einer had another idea. What if Chris found out that the girlfriend he took away from Einer was now coming back to Einer? It would be fun to pit them against each other. Their little fight wouldn't be worth with what Einer had to gain. So Einer unlocked the car and let Amora in. Amora seemed very happy, fastening the seatbelt with vigor. As Amora's request, Einer drove the woman to the address she
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
*** Garden brought Einer home and he was greeted by Robert who was shocked at Einer's appearance. "My goodness, Sir Einer, what happened?" "Calm down, Robert. I didn't crash the car into the garden pond to make me look like this. It's just that there were people who wanted to get acquainted with me earlier." "Were they awakens?" "Yes. One of them is named Arthur Grey." Robert gave the same reaction as Garden. He paused as he was about to take Einer to his room. "Grey? Really?" "Why? You give same reaction as Garden. Who exactly is Arthur Grey?" Robert followed Einer to his room, behind him were several maids ready to assist Einer. "Sir Einer, the Grey family is the biggest rival of the Perceus family." "Oh really? Rivals...?" "Yes. Do you think only the Perceus family has awakens?" "I thought so. I was also quite surprised when they introduced themselves as awakens. I thought awakens lived a very secretive life and hid their abilities from the ge
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
"I hate you so much," Chris replied, "I don't like losers who can't even protect themselves." "Now I can protect myself, so stop this 'The Storng and The Loser' game because I still want to live in peace." "Do you think you can still live in peace after I ruined your life? Amora Hills, isn't that woman very precious to you?" Einer looked at Chris who was again trying to bring him down. "I took her from you, Einer. The woman you love is mine." Einer looked at Amora who was still in place, also looking at Einer with a hint of guilt in her cold eyes. "Forget it, just take her." Einer's words took Chris by surprise, and so did Amora. "I don't want to deal with a woman who dated me to making fun of me, and a woman who doesn't even consider me human so she just stood by while I was almost beaten to death." Amora looked dumbfounded by Einer's sharp words. "Anyway, women like her are not more important than my life right now. I can get 100 women like her if I want because I'm telling yo
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
Following Oscar's words that night, Einer came to this place. Einer didn't know why Amelia would choose a place like this just to talk about the contract with him, this place he entered even looked more like a hotel than a cafe. Or indeed a hotel. Einer wanted to feel a little relieved, the info Oscar gave him was right. Amelia Grey, Addenhill's leading doctor who became one of the geniuses in the field of San Luximus medicine. She was really a rich person to be able to rent a place like this. Moreover, she served as the interim leader of the Wood family business which was famous as Addenhill's upper nobility. It still felt like a dream that Einer could come to a luxurious palace-like place like this. Upon arrival, Einer was immediately greeted by two men in black suits, complete with ties and simple communication devices attached to their ears. They looked like secret agents, and as he walked with them on his right and left sides, Einer felt more like a suspect in a drug sm
"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.