Chapter 289 Mark
Kennett Shrike fell to the ground silently, with only the leaves beneath him making a slight cracking sound. Percy's pupils shrank to a tiny dot, and he froze in place, feeling as if he were facing a huge wave approaching him, completely obscuring the sky.
It was not until the pair of blue eyes slowly moved their gaze away from him that he suddenly came to his senses and let out a trembling breath, almost suffocating himself to death.
The man casually stepped over the shrike, whose life or death was unknown. The soles of his boots stepped on the dry fallen leaves, but left no trace, as light as a wisp of mist.
Percy stumbled back almost subconsciously.
"You, you killed him?!" He stammered, his voice trembling. "He was a Shrike, you can't just—"
"Why, are you planning on going to your brother and complaining?" The blond youth seemed to smile softly and said gently, "Tell him how harshly I criticized you, how I got into trouble..."
"I won't!" Percy immediately looked up at him and glared at him, retorting with gritted teeth: "Do you think I'm a childish brat who hasn't been weaned?!"
The other person raised his eyelids and stared at him for a while, and the faint, creepy smile at the corner of his lips completely disappeared.
"Stupid." After a long pause, the man commented coldly and indifferently, "If you can't even tell the difference between the dead and the living, it will completely cost you your life on the battlefield."
Percy was stunned for a moment, then, after understanding the meaning, a rush of blood rushed to his brain, and his face flushed red. He wanted to lose his temper, wanted to turn his face away and leave, but he didn't dare - he had to force himself to calm down.
"...battlefield?" The black-haired boy frowned and stared at Azuka warily: "What are you implying?"
"What do you think?" The other party brought the subject back: "What do you think we're doing now? Having you chase your brother around in circles every day, playing house?"
Azuka looked expressionlessly at the boy's face, which was changing emotions drastically and could not hide anything.
This guy was quite talented, but he had been used to smooth sailing since childhood, and his heart was weak and unstable. He placed all his desire for intimacy on his brother. However, the setbacks the other had experienced were like a breeze in a greenhouse in the eyes of the savior. He had no interest in pitying a kid who lacked love and was always trying to steal his lover's attention.
Percy Brody still had some value to the professor, which was the only reason the vengeful savior chose to tolerate him and even offer him some advice. But if this kid was really stubborn...
Percy suddenly felt cold all over. He shuddered and saw a certain god, who seemed to have given up on enduring it and was about to turn around and leave. He gritted his teeth and suddenly called out to the other person.
"…I-I'm sorry."
Azuka raised a brow slightly, watching the black-haired boy finally lower his head in front of him and stammer out an apology, "You had no obligation to teach me in the first place. I know this, and I did it entirely out of my brother's kindness."
"Everyone around my brother is so talented," he said dejectedly, "but I'm the only one who can't do anything and always causes him trouble..."
...Well, it was actually somewhat useful, Azuka thought, or perhaps his professor always knew how to make the most of talent—but he wouldn't tell this kid, lest he get too proud of himself.
"If possible, I want to become stronger, even stronger." Percy gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever you do, I..."
"You're talking nonsense." The blond young man interrupted him coldly: "Why should I continue to waste my time on you?"
"Give me three days, and I'll prove that this is not a waste of time!" Percy suddenly raised his head, with obvious ambition and unwillingness burning in the depths of his pupils.
He exhaled, trying to appear calm and serious, and repeated word for word: "I will prove that this is not a waste of time."
"-Besides, it's always good to have a helper around you, brother. That's the ultimate reason why you taught me, isn't it?"
Azuka stared at the tense young man for a while, then suddenly smiled faintly.
"It finally looks like something." He said with a smile, but his aura became more and more majestic and terrifying.
…
Kennett Shrike suddenly opened his eyes, covered his aching forehead with his hands, and stared blankly at the messy bushes in front of him.
...Why is he here?
A voice suddenly sounded from above: "How long will you stay on the ground?"
Shrike's pupils shrank sharply. He slowly stood up and, seemingly unhurriedly, brushed off the fallen leaves stuck to his body: "...Percy Brody."
"Why are you here?" He pretended to look up at the dark night and said, "I think it's curfew time now."
"I want to ask Mr. Shrike, why did you sneak over to watch me practice?" Percy asked coldly, "If I hadn't stopped in time, you would never be able to open your eyes again."
……is that so?
Kennett Shrike stared at Percy Brody's face intently. As the other party spoke, some corresponding images seemed to gradually emerge in his mind... but his intuition always told him that something was wrong.
"Was there anyone else by your side...before?" Shrike suddenly asked, staring intently at any change of emotion on Percy's face without blinking.
"No. Why do you ask?" the other party asked calmly.
"I always feel like I saw someone..." Kennett Shrike said slowly. Seeing that someone was staring at him, he paused and smiled innocently: "Nothing, maybe I saw it wrongly."
——A person who made his heart beat faster and seemed to be about to die.
…
"Kenneth Shrike?" The professor paused for a moment. He looked up and carefully observed the Savior's slightly tense jaw.
"You knew him in your previous life." He carefully discerned the other person's micro-expressions: "And... you hated him?"
"To be precise, it's the disgust towards a mad dog." Azuka lowered his eyes and said expressionlessly.
Nova blinked, and the blond young man leaned over and hugged him from behind, burying his cheek in his shoulder and rubbing it affectionately. He hesitated, then patted the other's hair soothingly.
"That guy was one of the main culprits who ruined my peaceful and beautiful campus life," the Savior recalled coldly. "When I first arrived at the school, he first tried to tease me, but I beat him half to death. Then he used all kinds of dirty tricks to harass me endlessly."
That noble young man was the first "madman" he had ever met, and Ole had once jokingly called him his "fanatic pursuer." But the man himself had never felt any pure and sincere emotion from him, but instead was filled with a nauseating desire for destruction, a crazy and sticky unwillingness.
But the other party was the offspring of a great noble. The orphan of Natalin, who already held a deadly secret, was weak and alone. He didn't want to cause trouble and kept putting up with it until the guy went crazy and tried to imprison him, even to kill him. So he finally couldn't bear it anymore and found an opportunity to kill him with one blow.
"You... ahem... finally, lowered your head and looked at me...!"
Before dying, the other person was still laughing intermittently, struggling, squirming, and trying with all his might to reach out and touch the tip of his boot. That extremely strange madness and desire really made a deep impression on the young boy Azuka, who had never encountered many mental patients at the time - until he later encountered more madmen who unleashed their malice on him.
The professor pondered for a moment. "Is this a trick of the God of Love? Or did he harbor special feelings for you in a past life?"
"...I don't know." Azuka folded her arms closer, carefully sniffing the pleasant scent of her lover. The professor instinctively shrank his neck because of the itch. "I can't help it. The killing was too quick and easy. By the time I realized something was wrong, there was not much left to find out."
"And I'm not interested in exploring his feelings for me. It has nothing to do with me." The Savior emphasized grimly and coldly, "He tried to kill me, so I killed him. It's that simple."
The professor praised him approvingly: "You did the right thing. Protecting yourself comes first."
“…”
"What's wrong?" The black-haired young man blinked blankly. His chair was turned around and he was forced to look directly into the savior's blue eyes.
The other person suddenly held up his face and rubbed it in frustration: "Why don't you ask what my relationship with Kennett Shrike is?"
"...Enemy relationship?" Nova's cheek was slightly deformed by his pinch. She looked at him in confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory. "I think you explained it clearly just now."
The blond young man was silent for a moment, then he sighed helplessly, leaned forward, and bit his lips lightly in hatred.
...or so. He'd known for a long time that this guy had no common sense, and he'd just assumed he was giving his lover a sufficient sense of security. Besides, he wasn't prepared to, and couldn't bear to, let anyone experience the anxiety of love. It was enough for him to bear the pain of this uncertainty alone.
But having said that...
Azuka couldn't help but bite his enemy's slightly pursed, cold and ruthless hateful lips again. This time he bit harder, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
The professor couldn't help but hiss and subconsciously pushed the guy's face: "What the hell—what are you crazy about?"
The other party did not answer directly, but came over and licked and kissed his lips persistently.
"I'm sorry, dear... but you can bite it back." The blond youth's voice was gentle and alluring, and he murmured softly beside his lips: "This way, others will know that I am yours..."
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