Chapter 106 Assassin
As the weather grew colder, Azuka noticed that his nemesis's behavior was becoming increasingly bizarre. He would curl up on the sofa to read documents all day, walk around wrapped in a blanket, and even disappear from his bed in the middle of the night. Instead, he would curl up in a "nest" made of thick blankets and clothes in front of the fireplace to sleep, just like an animal that had entered hibernation but could not sleep well.
That night he nearly stepped on someone. The firelight was so close that it cast a trembling orange-red on the half of the other person's face. Although he looked like he was about to fall into the fire, he still tried his best to curl up into a tight ball.
Azuka didn't disturb the messy sleeper, but simply leaned over and gently put his hand deep into the messy pile of thick fabric - even so, it was still far from the imagined temperature, and the savior rarely felt a little at a loss as to how to deal with this soft and bloated ball.
“…What are you doing?”
The other man opened his eyes sharply but wearily and glanced at him with some dissatisfaction.
The savior stared silently at the guy's pale profile, which still showed fatigue, and couldn't help but feel a strange sigh in his heart: in his previous life, he would never have imagined that one day he would see the Scarlet Tyrant, who was once surrounded by silver-helmeted knights, crawling into a pile of clothes like a cold cat - the only difference was probably that there would be no cat hair problem.
He simply squatted down, gently touched the other person's forehead, and suggested nonchalantly: "Sleep in my bed?"
"Why, did you have a nightmare?" His nemesis gave him a look of disdain. "I suggest you drink a glass of hot milk to calm down. I won't be your placebo."
"...I dreamed you were pinned to the ground by layers of bedding, unable to get out. You were so anxious you scratched at the blankets and meowed." The savior smiled, "Is this considered a nightmare?"
"Sounds like a fever dream," the other party actually thought seriously. "This type of nightmare is often related to hallucinations such as spatial distortion, pressure, and increased body temperature. The cause may be that the fever affects abnormal brain nerve discharges, thereby interfering with rapid eye movement sleep. Are you sick?"
It's really amazing that he could still blurt out a bunch of technical terms in a half-asleep state, and curse people unconsciously at the same time.
“…”
One day he will be pissed off to death by this guy, the hero thought expressionlessly, he is indeed his nemesis.
He was too lazy to waste time arguing with others in the middle of the night, so he simply pulled the other person out of the messy nest and crawled in himself.
The other person was obviously confused by his surprise, and only realized and struggled when he was pressed into his arms, but he was quickly trapped by the blanket and arms, and was completely unable to move.
"Don't move, you're going to fall into the fireplace." The savior whispered softly, then looked at the other person with a smile in his eyes as he trembled violently and rubbed his ear hard on his shoulder.
"Whose fault do you think this is?" The other person's voice sounded a little annoyed.
"Your body temperature isn't enough to provide enough warmth. Even the quilt isn't warm enough." He didn't respond, but simply patted the man's back gently like a child. "I'm really worried you'll catch a cold... or even roll into the fire in the middle of the night."
The villain was silent for a moment, then frowned unappreciatively: "Let go, I won't do such a stupid thing."
He was really annoyed, for his precious sleep, which he had managed to fall asleep with great difficulty in the cold, was interrupted by someone else, and for the other person's unscrupulous, self-righteous, warm and comfortable invasion that was tempting.
"Why? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?" The man actually smiled faintly. "You feel much better than before, and this is simply the most appropriate and quickest solution, which is in line with your consistent philosophy."
His voice became increasingly gentle, yet it held a strangely creepy sense of danger. "—Am I truly terrifying? Or does my proximity frighten you?"
"...I don't like having my private space invaded by humans without a sense of boundaries. Is that so hard to understand?" Nova sneered expressionlessly. "If you were truly a cephalopod, I'd be even more willing to touch your slimy, damp, cold tentacles."
"Oh, under your scalpel?" The other person chuckled softly, and very cunningly put his fingers into the hair, massaging it bit by bit.
"Congratulations, you are very self-aware."
"Then please endure the human touch for just one night." Azuka sighed, tolerant and not arguing. "Tomorrow I'll go see if there are any magical tools that can keep you warm. As for now..."
The Savior's voice was low and soft, like the tide that had washed over the coastline for thousands of years, mixed with the slight crackling of the wood in the fireplace, making people drowsy. "Go to sleep, I will keep you warm..."
No response.
Azuka lowered his eyes and saw that his old enemy, who had been sneering at him just now, had closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became even, and he curled up quietly and relaxed in his arms. It was obvious that the cold, sleepiness and desire for human body temperature had completely overwhelmed his resistance to intimacy.
He paused, but couldn't help himself. He lowered his head and gently kissed the other person's brows, which were slightly wrinkled even in his sleep.
…My pure and cruel moon.
…
If possible, a certain villain really doesn't want to leave his warm cave. At this time of year, he always misses the convenience and benefits brought by technology - but the situation is beyond his control. According to basic etiquette, he can't meet guests wrapped in a blanket.
For example, now.
The professor stared expressionlessly at the uninvited guests. There were two of them: one was the damned assassin leader who had destroyed his dormitory, his collection, and his glasses; the other was a young, lively man he had never seen before, his face covered with a black mask, and he was jumping around the assassin leader.
"You did it." The assassin leader's voice was dangerous and low, and the two swords in his hands flashed with a cold light. "The 'Shadow Chaser' suddenly appeared in Borak County."
Before Nova could answer, he saw the more lively assassin approach him and said softly with inexplicable excitement, "Don't be afraid. We Shadow Chasers are not bad people. We just want to understand the specific situation. As long as you tell us the truth, we will never hurt you..."
The comic villain who was comforted for the first time not to be afraid: "..."
The second male lead in the comic, who almost revealed a ferocious expression, said: "..."
Nova narrowed his eyes slightly. What was this, a low-quality version of the red-cop and white-cop drama?
Ole's mouth twitched as he quickly pulled his careless teammate behind him. They had entered through the window, and someone seemed to be absent, but he had no intention of challenging the other party's protective spells.
But the tyrant probably didn't know this, so Orel unsheathed his two swords with a clear conscience and threatened in a cold tone, "You'd better tell the truth. No one can save you this time. If you want to try my most powerful spell, the ultimate punishment, I will accompany you to the end."
Then he saw the other man's eyes suddenly light up, and then he looked him up and down with a creepy interest: "Oh, really?"
"What do you know?" the guy asked with interest, "Soul Hunt, Blood Eagle, Withering and Growth... I have a collection of 'The History of Judgment in the Last Century: A Complete Collection of Capital Punishments'. So you can verify them all?
The use of capital punishment spells is now officially prohibited, and its specific effects have almost been lost - if what the other party said is true, then wouldn't it be a living encyclopedia of the history of judgment at the end of the century?
The assassin leader, who had just wanted to scare people but was almost frightened by the other party's abnormal reaction, frowned. He took a step forward and put a scimitar that was flashing with cold light against the man's neck, forcing the other party to raise his head.
"That fellow solemnly assured me that, up to this point, you were still just an innocent, ordinary person." The assassin's voice was terrifyingly cold, as he spoke each word. "But now it seems that your nature remains unchanged."
The other man was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered softly, "Why, is it because you threatened to torture me, but I didn't tremble and kneel down to beg for mercy as you imagined?"
He ignored the sharp weapon on his neck and reached out to grab it - Ole's pupils shrank violently, and he subconsciously retracted the scimitar, but because of his speed, he pulled a hole in the opponent's glove, and blood immediately overflowed, dripping down his wrist and staining his gloves and cuffs.
Ole: “…”
Oh no, that’s bad.
The guy sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened, took off his gloves which were quickly stained with blood, and threw them on the ground carelessly.
"Don't wave this thing at me," the tyrant stared at him indifferently. "After all, you wouldn't dare to kill me, or even hurt me..."
He suddenly gave a devilish smile that was both arrogant and infuriating. "Why, are you worried about getting beaten? You've been craving recognition your whole life, but you've been crushed by your friends and become a pathetic supporting role with no luster?"
Daniga was completely confused watching from the side.
A "Shadow Chaser" had appeared in Black County, and while being pursued by the Silver Helmet Knight, he had committed suicide out of fear of punishment. These true Shadow Chasers were still in a daze when they saw their leader stare at the newspaper for a moment, then suddenly grit his teeth and say, "Nova Brody did it."
"Ah? Boss, how do you know?" Daniga looked at him blankly and said hesitantly, "Mr. Nova should be in White Tower Town now. How could he possibly influence the affairs of Black County?"
"Only him." The assassin leader looked like he wanted to tear someone into pieces. "I'm too familiar with this routine. It seems like everything is just a coincidence. Humph..."
Daniga was silent for a moment, then uttered a louder question from his nose: "...Huh?"
"It is undoubtedly him."
“…”
To be honest, Daniga was a little confused as to whether his boss hated that person or admired him.
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