Chapter 302 Disaster
The professor glanced at the smiling person and pushed the person's face away with his palm without any expression.
This guy was becoming more and more... unscrupulous in front of him. In private, he didn't have the glorious image of a "savior" at all and could say anything nonsense.
"Okay?" The other person grabbed his hand with his backhand, raised it to her lips and kissed it, gazing at him quietly and tolerantly with her gentle and sincere blue eyes.
...Tsk.
"...It's just some personal emotions that are independent of rationality and will not affect the overall situation." The black-haired young man let someone hold his palm and knead it. He lowered his eyes slightly and silently stared at the scattered paper ashes on the table.
"Whether we're on either side, we've completely reached a point of no return." He whispered wearily, revealing his innermost feelings. "So, what everyone will face next will be unprecedented tragedy and cruelty... This day will come sooner or later."
He is not a god. In the face of those unknown and grand destinies, no matter how indestructible a human being is, he will feel hesitant and uneasy, even him - but he also coldly does not allow himself to be deeply trapped in this vulnerability that is almost undetectable to others. Only the savior, with his own shocking gentleness and sensitivity, is allowed to see it even a little bit.
"You know I will always be by your side," Azuka said softly and calmly, "You can always command me whenever you wish, whether it's to confide in me... or more."
The former savior's deepest desire was simply "revenge." The hero of history had been transformed into a gloomy, burning ghost, calmly and ferociously marching forward at the end of a topsy-turvy world, attempting to reclaim everything that belonged to him from the gods.
But as for now - he was completely immersed in the kind and cold moonlight, and his whole soul was groaning and trembling for those great and brilliant silver rays.
The professor looked at him for a while, then suddenly pulled his hand back from the other person's palm, grabbed the other person's collar with his backhand, and forced the blond young man to lean deeper into him.
The other person followed his strength and lowered his head very meekly, letting his soft and bright golden hair flow down and meander over his shoulders.
"You might spoil me like this." The black-haired young man stated in an unusually calm tone beside the man's ear.
If he showed even the slightest weakness or hesitation, the full power of a "god" would become a feared and dreaded existence for all opposing forces in this world. He could even easily become the new king, sitting on the rotten throne that had lasted for thousands of years.
——Those tempting hints were like the warmest and softest currents in the world, until they completely trapped the unconscious drowning people from another world in the abyss of the sea far away from the mainland.
...But he is not afraid of this, he is confident that he will not get lost.
"It's a pity that you can neither play tricks nor cheat, right?" Azuka chuckled helplessly, turned his face to the side, and kissed the tip of the ear so close to him with affection.
Good boy, he thought, he was so strict with himself that it made people feel helpless and sad, but at the same time he was so steadfast that it inspired respect.
"My lover, my dear moon," Azuka couldn't help but lick the thin, pale earlobe with the tip of his tongue, feeling the subtle instinctive trembling with satisfaction, and sighed vaguely, "You are truly my eternal enemy, always very good at torturing me with great precision..."
To be more precise, he was constantly battling his almost instinctive desire to dominate and destroy: he wanted to devour his moon—he would not destroy his moon.
Just as Azuka was about to bite him again, the warm, moist, and numbing sensation finally became unbearable. The black-haired young man shuddered violently, loosened his grip, and tilted his head to rub his ears.
"I didn't torture you, don't slander me." The other person frowned and scolded him, holding the tip of his ear that was rubbed red. Unfortunately, in his eyes, it had no deterrent effect at all. Instead, he wanted to kiss him very much: "And don't lick my ear, it's too itchy."
"You were the one who spoke into my ear first." Azuka looked at him innocently and said aggrievedly, "Sir, be reasonable. This time, it was you who seduced me first."
His nemesis raised his chin, grabbed his collar, and spoke into his ear—he was so powerful and arrogant that it was charming. He saw through everything, yet he still chose to restrain himself and tolerate. Really...
At an angle invisible to others, the savior couldn't help but slowly lick the tip of his teeth.
"Damn it, I didn't lick you." The professor stared at the guy in disbelief. A creepy premonition made him push his face against the guy again, forcing him to distance himself from him: "To be fair, you are not allowed to lick me either."
The man didn't care that his handsome face was deformed by his shove, but thought seriously for a moment: "Well, then I'll let you lick it back?"
professor:"……"
"If you just want to give me some mental relief," he said with a dark face, "congratulations on doing it. Now I just want to beat you up."
...Then the Savior began to chuckle softly, as if in great amusement. The professor didn't know what was so funny. He frowned, rubbed his burning ears, and straightened his messy collar. "Enough, let's get down to business."
"Right now, I'm more worried about the Ironthorn Territory." Regardless of the other man's reaction, he continued, "The conflict has intensified to this point. The enemy won't give up easily, and they don't have the moral integrity to let their families suffer. Relying on all my previous disguises to delay until now is already the limit. I think it's very likely that someone will attack the Ironthorn Territory and the Brody family soon."
The black-haired young man slowly exhaled: "...So I will let Percy go back to take charge. Considering his status, he is the most suitable choice at the moment."
After all, for "Nova", Ironthorn Territory carries his responsibilities and selfishness; but for the current People's Party, this remote area far away from the royal city does not have much strategic significance for the time being.
The others all have more important tasks, and he cannot allocate more resources to the Ironthorn Territory for personal reasons - and this is one of the important reasons why he chose to teach and support little Brody.
"Given that kid's current strength, most people would indeed be wary of him," Azuka, who had also taught him for a while, commented bluntly, without a hint of "mentor-disciple bond." "But with his intelligence, without your support, he'd be played to death by those cunning old foxes in the royal city."
"So he has to learn to be obedient," the professor said in a cold tone that would have made Brody cry if he'd heard. "After all these days of teaching, if he can't even do the most basic things like obey orders, then he can only hope he's lucky enough to survive a few more days in the hands of the enemy."
Obey or die. The tyrannical and authoritarian tyrant was never a warm and affectionate brother who indulged in "blood ties."
Learning that he had to leave his brother completely and go to the Ironthorn Territory far away from the royal city, this news was like a bolt from the blue for little Brody, who had been staying obediently in the St. Bartolomeo Warlock Academy, biting his handkerchief and watching his brother and the annoying golden-haired guy running to the royal city alone.
"elder brother……"
On the other side of the crystal ball, he made a sad expression as if he wanted to cry but he didn't say anything in rebuttal or roll around in a coquettish manner.
After spending so many days together, Percy already knew that it was impossible for him to change his brother's decision by himself. It would be better for him to act pitiful and maybe even get some benefits from it.
As expected.
"Your mission is important and serious, Percy." His brother stared at him calmly. "The people of Ironthorn Territory need you. The enemy will not hesitate to use the harshest means to deal with these innocent people, simply because they are related to Brody. You may face continuous assassinations, betrayals and frame-ups from within, and even the Silver Helm Knight may be involved."
Seeing the boy's facial expression become visibly tense, the professor paused and said soothingly, "But you are not facing this alone. I will assist you."
"I'll do it, brother. You don't have to worry about me. I'm the head of Brody." Percy took a deep breath, and his facial features, which were somewhat similar to his brother's, showed a frightening stubbornness: "I swear on my position as the head of the family that as long as I'm alive, I will never let the enemy set foot on Brody's land!"
The person on the other side of the crystal ball looked at him for a moment with those unfathomable smoky-gray eyes, not commenting, until Percy became increasingly nervous. Then he slowly lowered his eyes, his expression seeming to soften slightly.
"...Don't die." He said lightly, as if he was discussing tomorrow's weather: "Otherwise I will be in trouble."
The black-haired boy showed an obviously happy expression. He rushed to the crystal ball, and his nose almost touched the cold surface.
"If I perform well this time and prove my ability," he said anxiously, "can I continue to stay by your side, brother?"
In the end, his brother didn't even give him a perfunctory pie in the sky. He looked at him puzzledly and said, "If there's no necessary mission, why are you following me around?"
Ole, Maxine, Greven and others didn't stick to him every day. This was not some elementary school game of playing house.
Percy finally couldn't help but let out a sour tone: "But that person can obviously..."
"Because Azuka is my assistant." The professor frowned and earnestly defended him, "Most of the time, his work requires him to stay by my side."
This is not a waste of time, he thought. Otherwise, if there was no god to protect him, he really couldn't wander around so easily. It would take more energy and time to achieve his goal.
Seeing his stupid brother's increasingly frustrated expression, Nova thought for a moment and finally said reluctantly, "Let's see how the situation develops. If there's a chance later, I'll consider your request."
The moment the crystal ball dimmed, the aggrieved and pitiful expression on the black-haired boy's face instantly faded like the tide. He stood there expressionless for a moment, staring at the empty room, and suddenly gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "...Percy Brody, you are really, stupid."
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