Chapter 131 Joining the Gang
There was no response. The curtains fell silently, like a veil in darkness, silently covering up the world outside.
Azuka stared at the corner with an expressionless face. He knew that someone in the corner was looking back at him, but the other person never said a word.
"Don't want to talk?"
He tilted his head slightly, half of his face hidden in the shadows, and the usual faint smile was completely wiped out from this extremely handsome face.
Only at this moment would people discover that the savior's gentle and clear blue eyes were actually an unfathomable unknown sea. At least the visitor felt that his body had stiffened under the gaze of his friend - but it might also be because of what he had just seen and heard... those shocking things.
This silent confrontation lasted for a long time. According to the Savior's temper when he was young, he should have turned around and left with a cold face.
It is quite counterintuitive that he, who seems to have the highest emotional intelligence and is the best at guessing and manipulating people's hearts among the three, was actually not good at handling conflicts with people he really cared about when he was young, and it was usually Maxine who played the role of mediating relationships.
...But looking back at the awkward boy from today's perspective, he understands that it was nothing more than a ridiculous and foolish weakness.
The professor's admiration for his "mastery of human manipulation" seemed to him more like a strange, yet tender, kindness. After all, "Azuka" wasn't anything special, just a humanoid machine with a steel frame wrapped in soft cloth, whose powerful abilities gave it an extreme understanding of human functioning—until he began to truly fear losing it.
...It's funny to say that this fear is definitely related to his nemesis.
Fortunately, he is no longer the cold, arrogant and overbearing teenager - besides, he can't expect his professor to handle these things, so it's a good thing that the other party didn't make him angry to death.
"...What's with that disgusting expression of yours?"
Ole finally couldn't help it and emerged from the shadows.
Even if there were something more important and deadly going on right now, he still had to raise his unyielding doubts: What on earth was this guy thinking of that sudden, eerily gentle, sweet smile? He even wanted to cheer for the tyrant's punch that had just gone straight for his friend's nose!
"Don't worry about it." My friend lazily changed the subject and expertly turned the tables on me: "You were eavesdropping quite enthusiastically. If I hadn't spotted you in time, you'd be lying headfirst in the snow with a broken neck."
He felt subtly angry about this - perhaps it was because his professor was rarely speaking his mind and someone else had overheard him, even if that person was his good friend, even if it was beneficial to the plan... In fact, he should apologize to the professor for this, regardless of whether the other party cared or not.
"So I should thank you?" Ole stared at him gloomily and sneered sarcastically. "Thank you. I can't sleep at all now. As soon as I close my eyes, I have nightmares. The dreams are all about you two happily preparing to kill everyone in the world."
What is the difference between destroying religious beliefs and destroying the world?
——Two lunatics.
He always thought his friend was crazy enough, but it turns out the younger version of the tyrant is even crazier than this bastard - he should have thought of this earlier, what kind of normal person would be able to start a world-destroying war?
"Think about it, Ole." His friend looked at him calmly. "Our one-month bet still stands."
“…”
Ole took a deep breath and pinched his nose as if he had a headache.
"...Okay, okay." He managed to calm down and revealed the conclusions he had reached after thinking for a while: "The Storm God Utoska is your father. He carved a divine seal on your soul and tried to kill you, claiming that this was your way of repaying him. But you succeeded in killing him—and then the timeline inexplicably reversed."
"Let me be clear, I'm on your side on this one, buddy." Ole's face darkened, feeling his bottom line sinking again and again. "No one can kill you, not even a god or your father."
The Savior's eyes softened a little, but he still stood there calmly: "Continue."
"The white-robed group of the Radiant Church inexplicably summoned Zephir, the god of light and glory, to the world, but they called out Utoska's name... and then the Son of Life believed you were the resurrected body of the God of Storms."
The assassin closed his eyes in silence.
He was not a fool. If the information stated by the other party was true, the inference that "God had ill intentions towards his friend" was almost a foregone conclusion - but the premise was that the information was true.
Orel didn't doubt his friend would deceive him; he simply didn't trust the tyrant. After all, he was the only one who had "seen" the God of Light and Glory—but that vigilance was beginning to falter.
His friend was, as always, damn victorious, and it hadn't taken him a month at all, much as the assassin hated to admit it. If everything he did was an act—no, even if it was all an act, he couldn't tell.
Putting aside the other party's overly—er, lively—little habits that always frightened him; and putting aside the debts of favor he was forced to owe, perhaps he would actually have to pay back the crows in the end;
Even from the most rational point of view, that person relied solely on a group of ordinary people to severely damage the Holy See, and could easily seize all the wealth or power that ordinary people desire. If the other party was mentally normal, why would he be so desperate and determined to embark on a path with no possibility of success?
...The most terrifying thing was that for a moment, even just a moment, he was deeply attracted by the absurd world described by the tyrant.
"…Give me a little more time. I need to think about it carefully."
The assassin rubbed his brow tiredly. "My Dark God—should I say Dark God? Anyway, I might actually have to join the tyrant's camp with you. This is too terrible, it's simply a nightmare. I really want to hear what Marshilin has to say about this—"
"You can always talk to me about Professor," Azuka promised gently, considerately ignoring the curse words and emphasizing the word "Professor."
Then he met the assassin's face, which was suddenly distorted as if constipated.
"…One more thing."
Ole opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. He had only come to the tyrant's study for the matter of Daniga, but he was forced to watch the whole thing, including the dispute over the candy that had made him want to poke his eyes out.
Ever since I saw the two of them interacting, the extremely ominous premonition I had completely came true tonight.
"You and him..."
Azuka raised an eyebrow, admiring the guy's look of fear mixed with disgust, and disgust mixed with confusion, before slowly asking, "Professor? What's wrong with him and me?"
"Don't play dumb. I already knew you were a lunatic, capable of anything." The assassin leader took a deep breath and mustered his courage. "If you're my brother, tell me the truth—did you do that to him?"
The Savior said calmly, "I can't understand what my brother is trying to say through an unclear verb."
Ole: “…”
Okay, you forced me to do this.
"You want to fuck him."
Someone blurted out without fear of death.
Azuka: “…”
"What are you doing! Are you so angry that you want to kill someone to silence him?" Ole screamed as he dodged a book so thick that it could kill someone and was flying straight towards his nose.
The other person's eyes were as eerie as two flickering will-o'-the-wisp flames. "Ore Asachi, sometimes I really want to know what's going on in that little brain of yours?"
"Men are just about their lower bodies, what did I say wrong?" Clearly startled, the other man continued to be stubborn: "Don't tell me you treat him like this not because you want to fuck him, but because you are overflowing with maternal love for a twenty-something man."
This time he was hit directly on the back of the head, and he grimaced in pain - the thick book floated beside him, staring at him hungrily, like a brick ready to strike at any moment.
"Why would I want to fuck him?" His friend's voice was cold. Ole looked at him suspiciously - what was wrong with this guy?
"You take good care of him," he said carefully.
The other person responded fluently and confidently, "He's still young, and he's a workaholic. He doesn't know how to take care of himself. If I don't keep an eye on him, he might get sick from exhaustion, or even die."
"Okay." The corner of Ole's mouth twitched: "You spoke to him in a very gentle tone."
"I'm always gentle when I speak to everyone." Seeing the man's eyes widen and pointing at him, Azuka sneered: "You deserve it."
Good fellow, still being stubborn. Ole responded with a cold sneer: "You're always like that, looking for opportunities to hug and bite. Why don't I see you treat anyone else like this?"
"...Because I have skin hunger." My friend was silent for a while, and suddenly admitted reluctantly.
Ole was also silent for a moment: "-What the hell?"
This was beyond his knowledge.
"He's my mortal enemy. I killed him and cut off his head," the Savior gave a faint, tired smile, his eyes softly drooping, yet he looked utterly mad. "But when I hugged him, he seemed completely under my control, his fragile, warm neck throbbing vibrantly under my palms. At first, I just wanted to use this to confirm who 'I' was, but gradually, the mere thought of having killed him drove me into a frenzied agony."
"—So when I touched him, I understood so clearly that, at least at this moment, I did not destroy my moon."
Seeing his friend staring at him as if he had seen a ghost, he added, "Besides, he's such a lovely and pure person. I could never resist getting close to him—why couldn't I get close to him?"
"I cherish him, love him, and admire him. If you insist on naming it 'loyalty' or 'love', I have no objection." The guy stared at him with a smile.
"—so technically, I don't just want to fuck him."
Ole: “…”
Ole's face was expressionless.
He suddenly turned around and left, slamming the door angrily and swearing loudly before leaving.
"Get away from me, you two lunatics!" he cursed loudly. "I think you two are really a match made in heaven. Lock yourself together and stop causing trouble for others!"
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Little Savior: A genius who was once loved by everyone, he lost everything again and again, gradually evolving into a little lunatic who appears to be considerate but is actually cold and arrogant. He is gentle but clumsy only when dealing with his cherished friends, until he is beaten by his life (host) and living (enemy) - standard? Beautiful, strong and tragic
The older one: the gentle and open-minded person of a truly mature adult. His bad habits have changed, but not much, and he feels good about himself, twisted and self-consistent. The point is, he seems even crazier (?
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