Upon returning home, Lilyana swiftly donned her maid uniform, diving headfirst into her duties. Meanwhile, Justus lounged on the sofa, raptly absorbing the butler's meticulous rundown of the day's events. "Young master, we've successfully cleared the clutter, but several sections in this suite have been contaminated, requiring wall repainting. It’s unlikely you can move in before the week's end," the butler meticulously reported his progress. Undaunted, Justus pressed on, "Let's skip the repainting and just replace the everyday furnishings. You have three days; I must be inhabiting by then." With another uncompromising directive issued, the butler, though somewhat helpless, nodded and promptly departed to execute Justus's orders. After dinner, Justus summoned the self-defense instructor they had enlisted to assess their ability to teach Lilyana. The butler had been confident in his choice, little expecting that, within a mere ten moves, Justus remained unscathed while the instructo
The plump school nurse cast a brief glance at Azaria and inquired, "Is it that time of the month?" Azaria nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She decided not to say anything more. Azaria's curiosity about Justus continued to grow. While she had assumed that Justus came from a wealthy family, he appeared strikingly different from her preconceived notions of affluent individuals. He came across more like an older sibling who had cared for others over the years, and this warmth resonated deeply with Azaria. Had she not intervened, she felt that Justus might have even tucked her in with a blanket. For Azaria, whose childhood had been marked by a lack of affection and a yearning for warmth, every one of Justus's actions and every bit of care struck a chord with her most sensitive emotions. "Hey, Justus, do you come from a background like mine?" She pondered the question for a moment and then decided to voice what had been on her mind. "Why do you ask?" "I get the feeling y
The plump school nurse had already taken hold of Justus' arm, pulling him out of the rest area while insisting that Justus finish the tale. Letting out a sigh, Justus continued with some reluctance, knowing that he had muddled together various fairy tales and forgotten many details while narrating for the two of them.As noon drew near, Justus headed to the cafeteria a bit early to grab his lunch. Watching everyone savor their meals stirred a complex mix of emotions within him. Once the antagonist, he now felt like a mere pawn in the game.No one else seemed to notice anything amiss with Justus, except for Lilyana. She observed him pushing his food around on his plate and cautiously asked, "Justus, what's on your mind?""Yeah, you seem a bit down," Azaria added. In just two class periods, Justus not only appeared noticeably fatigued but also had a slightly hoarse voice.Justus offered a wry smile and glanced at the plump school nurse and Daisy Bradford, who were seated in front of him
Justus composed himself, realizing the profound emotional distress he had inadvertently caused someone, even though the blame didn't entirely rest on his shoulders. With that statement, their conversation concluded, and henceforth, Justus limited his interactions with Lilyana, be it in class or after. In stark contrast, Azaria kept herself remarkably occupied. During her free periods, she diligently transcribed the morning's missed notes and humbly sought assistance from her desk neighbor. Despite the school year's early stages, Azaria had already fully immersed herself in her academic pursuits. What astonished Justus even more was that once Azaria had a solid grasp of the material, she generously handed over her meticulously organized notes to him. "What does this mean?" "I compiled these notes because neither of you attended the morning math class. I hope they help you catch up on what you missed," Azaria explained with a hint of apology, her tone sincere. Justus was momentaril
Justus proceeded towards Building C as indicated by the old lady and finally spotted a modest sign for Building C. The corridor was cloaked in darkness, prompting Justus to retrieve his phone and activate its flashlight as he cautiously ascended the stairs. Although he had been in Azaria's neighborhood before, he had never ventured into the building itself due to strong discouragement from the butler. Now, he finally understood why the butler had estimated that it would take a week to resolve things. This community had aged significantly, with many basic amenities falling below acceptable standards. If it weren't for Azaria residing in this building, Justus wouldn't have set foot in this eerie place even if someone paid him handsomely. Upon reaching the sixth floor, even Justus, who maintained a regular exercise routine, found himself slightly breathless. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue and began searching for the keys to his new home. Before he could find the k
After going about his errands, buying groceries and climbing the stairs to his apartment, he had an unexpected encounter with Giovani Summers. Giovani Summers remained silent but had a somewhat disdainful and mischievous glint in his eyes. Justus found himself briefly perplexed, and as he ascended a few more floors, he gradually pieced together the reason behind Giovani Summers' peculiar demeanor. From the sixth floor, the lively chatter of people reached his ears. It seemed that the neighbor auntie, who had been engrossed in a party the previous day, had gathered a group of friends for another round of festivities. Recalling Azaria's reaction during that time, Justus couldn't help but grow annoyed. He entered his apartment and called the housekeeper. "Get a few people and come over immediately. If they persist in causing a disturbance, make sure they can't make noise again," Justus's gaze turned cold, no longer concealing his true nature. He had never claimed to be a saint, and h
Once he was sure Azaria had left, Justus slowly roused himself from bed. Despite brainstorming numerous plans, he remained unsure about how to create the perfect surprise. Which expression should he wear, and what words would make Azaria's beautiful face light up with a smile? Nevertheless, Justus was determined to navigate through this week somehow. Yesterday's favorability had remained unchanged, which made him question whether he was using the right approach to improve it. Justus promptly boarded a bus to the classroom. A quick glance revealed that Azaria was in high spirits. He stowed his backpack and initiated a conversation with her, saying, "You finally look normal today." "Was I not normal the past few days?" Perhaps it was the aftermath of the previous night's commotion, but Azaria's mood had suddenly improved. After a restful night's sleep, she wore a genuine smile on her face. "Yeah, you were acting rather unusual. The Azaria from the past few days seemed almost vampir
At lunchtime, as Lilyana ran to grab some drinks, Azaria finally struck up a conversation."Today, Raiden told me something.""Did he confess his feelings to you?" Justus quipped, trying to lighten the mood. He knew that even if a confession had occurred, Azaria's disposition wouldn't allow her to accept it, given the dramatic circumstances."No, but it's something of a similar nature," Azaria shook her head, her expression growing a tad more serious. Justus felt a pang of unease, worrying that Azaria might have uncovered something dubious about his intentions.Or perhaps, she wasn't the only one with memories of a past life.The more Justus thought about it, the more anxious he became. What was even more disconcerting was his need to maintain an appearance of innocence while concealing his anxieties."Raiden mentioned that back in junior high, there was also a guy named Justus Wallace.""Haha, quite the coincidence," Justus chuckled, feeling relieved, yet a lingering unease remained.