“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.
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