Chapter 79 Crushing
"You're a little anxious."
When Nova returned to the hotel, a voice suddenly emerged from behind him. He paused and continued to stuff several rare and precious books he had brought back from home into his suitcase.
"I always have a bad feeling." The black-haired young man said gloomily, "I thought those people would attack me immediately - but it went smoothly beyond my imagination. I didn't even encounter any accidents on the way back to the hotel."
The other person was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly: "I have a bad feeling too."
"You're putting yourself in danger." He folded the scattered clothes and spoke in a gentle and calm tone, but it inexplicably revealed a hint of danger: "What exactly are you planning to do?"
"I'm still wondering when you'll ask." The professor turned his back to him and replied coldly, "I won't tell you for now, otherwise you might ruin my plan."
——This guy is so deceptive that even he has to remind himself from time to time not to be fooled by the other party's appearance of obedience and treat him as a docile and handy scalpel.
There was no sound behind him. Once the God's Favored One quieted, even his breathing became so shallow it seemed like an illusion. But Nova suddenly felt a strong, instinctive unease, like invisible tentacles gradually encircling his waist, slowly creeping upward along the ridge of his spine, igniting a frozen fire in his veins, until those cold, damp tentacles slowly licked the back of his fragile neck, tightening their intimate yet deadly circles. He frowned and immediately turned to look.
His instincts told him he was looking at a mad monster—but there stood a beautiful humanoid creature, emitting a faint glow that made the dust around him shimmer. It stared at him silently, its blue eyes gentle and sad.
"...What do you mean by that expression?"
The black-haired young man took a step back calmly and subconsciously tightened the suitcase in his hand - he always felt as if he had to be ready to swing the heavy suitcase at someone's head at any time.
"I'm a little sad."
Her eyelashes, like fine gold foil, trembled slightly, covering her beautiful blue eyes.
"Every time I'm filled with joy and think I've gained some of your trust," the man's voice was soft, trembling slightly with a hint of extreme sorrow, "you always turn around and tell me that I'm still very far away from you."
"...I don't distrust you. I just came up with the optimal solution based on rational thinking." The professor frowned in confusion. He thought for a long time but still couldn't understand how the topic developed to this point.
"I've sought your opinion before, and your response was silence," he said sternly, defending himself. "After comprehensively analyzing your personality and the logic of your actions, it's only right to hide something from you at this moment."
Those silences forced him to start thinking: if his most powerful, closest, and most inseparable companion did not support his adventurous behavior, what alternatives should he leave for the two of them.
"You really know how to irritate people." The Savior said calmly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was "angry" or not.
"I didn't make you angry." The other person frowned and retorted: "Judging from your micro-expressions, you weren't angry either... Well, now you seem a little angry - so were you pretending not to be angry just now, or did you become truly angry after I observed your micro-expressions?"
Azuka: “…”
He felt an inexplicable itch.
The savior took a deep breath and pinched his brows in a restrained manner: "When exactly I started to get angry is not the point, you..."
He suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared fixedly outside the thin wooden door. Nova found that the other party adjusted his position and hid him behind him in a subtle posture.
Someone is knocking on the door.
The professor blinked, and without waiting for the other person to stop him, he walked past the other person and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a familiar figure, with the same black curly hair as the Brody family, and a delicate, yet not fully grown face. He had his head lowered, his expression unclear, but his clothes were wrinkled and his collar askew, as if he had escaped from a party.
This was rare. Nova had never seen his cousin, who valued appearance and etiquette, so...embarrassed?
"Cousin." The man called softly.
"I'm not your cousin anymore." Nova blocked the doorway, his arms folded as he stared at him expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"
“…”
"You are the head of the family now, you shouldn't have time to come to me." The Brody family is probably in chaos at the moment, and as the head of the family, how can he have time to relax.
“…”
The other party still kept his head down and said nothing. Nova waited for a while and became a little impatient. Just as he was about to close the door, a cold and slender hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Let go." The older man frowned and tried to pull his hand out of the other's hand - but the seemingly slender noble boy was stronger than he could have imagined. Nova felt that his wrist would definitely be bruised.
——Don’t do anything yet, he waved his other hand behind his back.
"How could you…"
At first, the boy's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. When Nova listened carefully, he slowly raised his head. His pale face and red eyes startled the professor, and he frowned even more tightly: "You..."
"Brother, come back with me." The new head of the Brody family interrupted him, his eyes burning with something terrifyingly bright. "You also said that I am the head of the family now. I can definitely decide to add your name back..."
"Percy, don't act like a child." The professor lowered his voice and warned him, "Since I have decided to leave the family, it means I have my own considerations."
The other person stared at him intently, then suddenly revealed a cold smile: "Are you talking about the 'heresy' thing?"
"Don't worry, I will protect you," he said anxiously, "I also have connections in the Glorious Church. Even my father doesn't know about it. I won't let anything happen to you. I—"
But the cold, indifferent gray eyes behind the glasses made him slowly swallow all the words, leaving only deep mockery and a hint of sadness: "In fact, you never really look at me. You never think that I can do anything that can cause you to have emotional fluctuations, right?"
The professor, who was just thinking about how to coax the naughty child back home: "..."
——What’s going on with these people today!
"It doesn't matter." The young man lowered his eyes indifferently, smiled lightly, and used more strength in his hands, so much so that the older man's bones were squeezed and made a strange cracking sound. Nova couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows in pain.
"Brother, you seem to have forgotten that I am a sorcerer." He said softly, muttering a few words. The professor saw several chains of light rising from the soles of his feet from nowhere, like a group of snakes ready to move, trying to climb up his body.
"And you're just an ordinary, powerless person—which means you can't resist me." The renowned young genius of the Saint Bartholomew Warlock Academy stared at his brother expressionlessly, a glint of madness rising from his eyes, but his tone was unusually gentle. "I won't be angry with you. I will take you home. Nothing happened today."
professor:"……"
Silly boy.
A gentle breeze drifted past his ears, and the shackles on his wrists were forced loose at some point. With a muffled thud, Nova instinctively closed his eyes and stepped back. When he opened them again, the young warlock had been thrown to the ground in a mess, his eyes still showing madness and panic.
"...It's you! I knew you had bad intentions staying with your brother!" Percy glared hatefully at the golden hair hanging in front of his eyes. The other party pressed his head lightly, forcing the side of his face to stick to the floor.
"Be obedient and don't move." The guy squatted aside and advised softly in an extremely irritating tone. Noticing the light of struggle under the young man's hands, he paused. Then Nova heard a terrifying muffled sound and clearly saw that a piece of the floor had collapsed and a little blood had spilled out.
"Otherwise I will kill you." The God-favored One added lightly, but the cold murderous intent like a needle piercing his eyes made Percy suddenly freeze.
"You have to pay compensation for damaging the hotel floor." Nova said coldly, but little Brody seemed to be encouraged by something and struggled violently again.
"You're sneaking up on me, how despicable!" He cursed angrily, "Let me go if you can, and we'll do it again!"
"Okay." The other party unexpectedly let him go, allowing him to quickly get up, wipe the blood flowing from his forehead, and stare angrily and vigilantly at the beautiful face with a faint creepy smile.
The professor took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows. He didn't put his glasses back on until little Brody was hit hard on the same floor again with an expression of disbelief.
This time, the one favored by God was not as polite as last time. He stepped on the back of the boy's head lightly, which was a complete insult.
Percy's face was pale, not only because of the severe pain from the back of his head and the horrible feeling of death as if his head would be crushed at any time, but more importantly, all his struggles were a joke, all resistance was useless, even the seventh-level spell he tried his best to cast across levels was like a flame that was easily extinguished by that person.
During the last open class at Baita University, he deliberately avoided everyone and volunteered to assist the instructor, only to be so angry that he walked out. It wasn't until he returned to school that he learned from his classmates' gossip that the instructor seemed to be a talented sorcerer. At the time, he had dismissed him as just a lucky commoner who was annoying enough to cling to his cousin. Now, the sarcasm and contempt felt like a slap in the face—the instructor, seemingly not much older than him, had crushed him in the very field he was most proud of.
"...You won't kill me." Although he was already beginning to be afraid, Brody still insisted, "I have a soul protecting me."
"It's just a ninth-level bloodline spell." The other party's voice was still gentle and pleasant. "Do you really think I have no way to deal with it?"
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