Chapter 12 Chapter 12 You Are Mine
Olga ate very slowly. Amuro Toru thought that on the one hand it was because of the modified chopsticks, and on the other hand she probably really didn't want to eat.
"Is it really that bad?" Even Amuro Toru couldn't help but be curious about the taste of the food. Since Olga was an important member of the organization, they wouldn't treat her poorly in terms of food, right?
Amuro Toru looked at the dishes on the table again. Judging from the appearance and smell, the food on the table should definitely not be unpalatable.
Olga almost fell asleep while eating. She absentmindedly poked the vegetables on the plate with her chopsticks, almost mashing the leaves into vegetable paste.
"Do you want me to get you a fork?"
"don't want."
"Then..." Amuro Toru thought for a moment, "I'll make some for you again. What do you want to eat?"
Olga stopped talking again. She stared at Amuro Toru with a serious look, as if she was thinking about some century-old problem.
Toru Amuro had never seen Olga's eyes like this before. This look almost made him mistake Olga for some cold-blooded shark who had killed countless people.
But how could that be possible? Amuro Toru chuckled inwardly, thinking he must have been too nervous lately. After all...Olga was still a child.
Finally, Olga looked away first. "At first, I thought you were some undercover agent sent by the police. Turns out you're just like those people, desperately trying to join an organization. Boring."
When he heard the word "Public Security", Amuro Toru became alert as if by reflex. However, his heart rate quickly returned to normal.
"How could I possibly be a police officer?" He turned his back to Olga and began to pile up the untouched dishes on the table and put them back on the dining cart. "It's true that I want to join the organization."
"Aha, so you guessed my identity from the beginning?" That's why you keep trying to please me?
Although she had long guessed that Toru Amuro had contacted her with a purpose, Olga's mood suddenly became not so good at the moment.
Olga didn't say the latter part of the sentence, but Toru Amuro obviously understood what she meant.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense.
No, it's not.
At first, Amuro Toru didn't know Olga's identity and only had some suspicions. Later, he really wanted to get information about the organization from Olga, and it would be a lie to say that he didn't do it on purpose.
Under normal circumstances, Rei Furuya would never be so submissive to a child he just met.
But--
never mind……
"Then, can our Lord Arthas protect me and help me get promoted smoothly in the organization?" When he cleaned up the dishes and turned around, Toru Amuro had a perfect mask on his face.
Olga bit her cheek and stared at him intently. Her face was expressionless, yet somehow it looked a little twisted. She suddenly threw the chopsticks she had been holding at Amuro Toru's head.
Amuro Toru didn't dodge. Being hit by silver chopsticks would hurt, but it wouldn't cause injury.
“Pah.”
The chopsticks fell to the ground. Amuro Toru lowered his eyes, bent down, picked up the chopsticks and put them back on the dining cart.
He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his expression remained gentle, making the red mark on his forehead even more glaring.
"So, what would you like for dinner?"
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“Hey.”
Toru Amuro turned around and was about to leave with the food cart, but was suddenly stopped by Olga.
He turned around and saw the child with her head lowered and knees bent in the chair. From this angle, he could only see the top of Olga's head, but could not see her expression clearly.
"...The name... didn't lie to you."
"Um?"
Olga's voice was so soft that Amuro Toru could barely hear it. So he bent down slightly to listen closer.
Olga bit her lower lip. "'Olga' is my name."
Olga is my name.
Amuro Toru was stunned.
Olga dipped her fingertips in water and wrote a string of italic English characters on the wooden table.
Olga A. Kriss
"My name." She looked up at Amuro Toru, her face expressionless, but one could feel her seriousness.
Olga Alsace Chris
"I remember it," Amuro Toru said the name in his mind: "-Olga."
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After Amuro Toru left, Olga leaned back and lay back on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, blinking, and was in a daze for a long time. Only when the landline in the room rang did she sit up again.
"Arthas." The voice on the other end was very low.
It's rum.
"Good evening." Olga's tone was calm and respectful.
"New guardian, what do you think?"
Olga knew what Rum wanted to ask, so she answered in a serious tone, "I don't see any problem at the moment."
Rum seemed to smile. Even when he smiled, he looked sinister.
Olga's brain immediately started working rapidly, trying to guess all the thoughts that Rum might have.
"If you're worried—" Her fingers tightened around the receiver, her knuckles turning pale from the strain, but her voice remained calm as always, "You can let him stay with me in America for a few more years."
In this way, even if he is an undercover agent of the Japanese police, he will not be able to play a big role if he stays in America.
"Alsace." Rum's tone stretched out a little. Olga knew that this was his habit when he was thinking.
"It's rare for you to defend someone like this."
"I--"
Just as Olga was about to say something, Rum interrupted her impatiently: "Alright, this guy is yours. Keep a close eye on him. He's very capable. If there are no problems, he'll definitely become a key figure in the organization in the future."
Olga's lips moved, but before she could think of what to say, a busy tone came from the receiver.
She froze for two seconds, clutching the receiver tightly in her hand, her upper body leaning back in her chair. Olga stared at the slightly glaring crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling and muttered, "...It's mine."
Gin's words echoed in his mind again.
"...Everything you have now belongs to the organization..."
“…You have nothing…”
Olga blinked and controlled the office chair to spin around in front of the desk.
There was a knock on the door.
She jumped down from the chair: "Come in!"
So, when Toru Amuro pushed the food cart filled with new food into the door, he saw a child with a bright smile rushing towards him, jumping up and giving him a big hug.
"Olga?" Toru Amuro didn't know why she suddenly became so happy again, even though she was in a bad mood not long ago.
Toru Amuro didn't have time to think too much, so he had to quickly catch Olga who was rushing towards him to prevent her from falling to the ground.
"You're mine!"
Although this sentence sounds a bit strange, but - he is now Olga's guardian, at least that's how the organization arranged it, so - it's not wrong.
"Well, I'm yours." Amuro Toru replied casually, then placed Olga firmly on the ground, "It's time for dinner, Olga."
Olga looked at Toru Amuro's back as he busily transferred dinner from the dining cart to the table. The corners of her mouth curled up a little more. Her expression changed so quickly that people couldn't help but worry about her mental state.
She followed Amuro Toru around the room like a little tail: "You shouldn't call me Olga, it sounds like a stranger." Even classmates with whom she had a better relationship would not call her by her full name like that.
Toru Amuro paused as he was carrying the dish, then placed the plate steadily on the table.
"-Olia?" He turned around and asked tentatively.
An English name often has many nicknames, and people of different relationships might use different nicknames. Although Toru Amuro is very good at English due to his family background, he's not very good at understanding these small cultural details.
Olga's expression seemed quite satisfied. But judging from her behavior...
Amuro Toru knew he had guessed correctly. The child was now in a good mood, humming a song as he sat at the dining table, finally willing to eat his meal.
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