Chapter 406 Decision
The fire illuminated the black-haired young man's pale face and his quiet gray eyes. The soft, warm, hazy colors gave him a vague illusion that could be called "gentleness."
But Percy felt only terror. He knew so clearly that the man before him was the brightest, most magnificent fire a moth could ever see in its brief lifetime, so much so that he collapsed to the ground in horror, his hand trembling as he made the sign of the cross over his chest. And this subtle terror was also part of the other person. He knew that he could not reject him, ever, even after desperate pain and struggle.
"...I understand, brother." The young man whispered, "I just...can't accept it for the moment..."
He couldn't accept being so casually denied all the foundations he had fought so hard for in the first half of his life to climb up the ladder. He couldn't accept that he had once given up everything to obtain the title, and then, in order to get his brother back to his side, he threw him away with his own hands...
—What a joke, Percy, you live like a joke.
"Change is always painful and makes you doubt yourself, which is normal," the professor said calmly, without a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "But it's meaningless to dwell on this pain for too long."
"Percy, you are still young and have infinite possibilities." Those smoky gray eyes looked calm and bright at this moment. "You should not be just 'me'. In the future, you will have your own value, instead of being trapped in the corrupt and decadent old society. The new world is vast, and you will achieve great things."
Seeing the young man staring at him blankly, he thought for a moment and decided to imitate someone else's comforting method and asked seriously, "Do you feel like crying now?"
Percy subconsciously opened his eyes wide: "What—"
He could cry uncontrollably, begging for his brother's mercy and indulgence, even feigning pity and weakness in front of that blond bastard. After all, both sides knew it was a disguise and a provocation. But asking him to personally admit his weakness and incompetence in front of others? That seemed a bit...
What's more, he has grown up and doesn't want to be treated as a child who needs comfort by his brother.
"You can have a good cry," the professor suggested earnestly. "Venting off your emotions isn't a bad thing. I can give you one night and give me an answer tomorrow morning... or one whole day? Is that enough?"
Percy's cheeks slowly turned red, and he suddenly lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "No need, I won't cry over something like this."
——Especially in front of that guy with an annoying half-smile on his face!
Nova observed the other man's sudden surge of emotion in bewilderment. He had clearly offered him advice and space to vent, but it hadn't gotten the response or effect he'd hoped for. The older man frowned in confusion, but he graciously withdrew his offer. "Well, it seems you don't need it."
He thought about it, and even praised generously: "But your emotional regulation ability has improved. Congratulations."
Percy: "..."
He stood up suddenly, feeling his heart pounding with anger.
"I don't need a whole day, or a whole night." The young man heard his voice was unusually low and hoarse, with a hint of anger. "I can give you an answer right now, Mr. You Ling."
"Don't be so impulsive." The professor looked at him seriously. "I hope this is your carefully considered answer."
Percy laughed in anger: "Why do you always think I'm having a childish temper, brother?"
He took a vicious step forward, and his tall shadow fell down without any hesitation on the man curled up on the sofa. The handsome face, which was somewhat similar to his brother's, showed a stubborn and unwilling light under the light of the fire.
"I understand what I'm saying and doing better than you think, but you've been unwilling to open your eyes and look at me." Percy announced in a cold voice: "You want to abolish the title? I will fully cooperate with you; you want to build a new world? I will follow you; if one day you want to throw me into the fire? Then you don't need to urge me, I will jump in willingly!"
Seeing those gray eyes widen a little, revealing a hint of surprise, while feeling humiliated and unwilling, Percy actually felt a little proud, a kind of pride that finally exceeded the other party's expectations.
He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly twisted, sad smile: "Because you won't leave me any way out at all, because you are my eternal future - isn't that right, my brother?"
The professor remained curled up on the sofa, watching the boy yell at him first, then turn around and leave with determination and anger - or rather, flee, just saying "Please do as you please" coldly to him.
He blinked slowly and turned to look at Azuka beside him as if for confirmation: "So was he angry with me just now?"
The Great Devil was quite confused: "Why? I clearly praised him, and in the end he agreed to my proposal."
Azuka: “…”
"I think he's mostly mad at himself," he replied with a grin.
If this kid could really hug the professor and cry, maybe he could actually get some benefits that would make him wary. However, young people are still young and full of energy, and they only care about how to achieve something to prove their worth and impress others, but they forget that close people often need sincerity and honesty, not just relying on exchange value to maintain a relationship.
He scoffed at the man in his heart, but outwardly, the savior's voice became increasingly gentle, almost bewitching. "It's not your fault. You've given him the utmost care and patience, but he just hasn't learned how to accept it yet."
Seeing him looking at him with a rare look of bewilderment and a plea for help, he couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his soft black hair: "Don't worry, he'll figure it out after he calms down... and he might even be regretting it now."
Azuka's guess was correct. Percy began to regret it almost the moment he turned around. As time went on, this regret even intensified - he had messed up, and he had wanted to act more mature and steady, so why did he end up yelling at people?
He knew full well that this person's personality was just like that, like a precise, cold machine, and every decision they made was, in their opinion, the most efficient option. Therefore, blaming a machine was pointless; instead, they would be calmly disassembled, analyzed, and labeled as "emotionally unstable" and "needing to be coaxed like a child."
"...What the hell!" Percy slammed the door to his room, threw his coat to the floor, and finally couldn't help but curse under his breath. He didn't know if he was cursing the guy who was always calm and self-controlled to the point of being hateful, or cursing himself for being so stupid and out of control in front of that guy.
"Master? Are you asleep?" A maid knocked gently on his door. "Mr. Ghost ordered me to bring you a cup of hot milk if you haven't rested yet..."
Then she was startled, and the door was opened almost the next second - maybe she was mistaken, the maid thought hesitantly, were the eyes of this young master who was always elegant and indifferent a little red?
"What else did he say?" Percy asked eagerly in a hoarse voice.
The maid was frightened by his abnormal behavior and stammered: "Let you have a good rest. You still have work to do tomorrow..."
Percy was silent for a moment, then calmly told the maid to put the milk by the bed. He then casually confirmed with someone where the "guest" was being placed. When the footsteps outside the corridor gradually faded away, he suddenly jumped up, grabbed his coat, and ran out.
He wanted to find someone to apologize to, Percy thought anxiously, for his impulsive yelling and those particularly hurtful words that came out of his mouth just now... The matter of little Batman would probably be a good starting point, and it would also prove that he could maintain professionalism and efficiency even when he was emotionally agitated.
This thought calmed his chaotic mind a little, and his steps were filled with an imperceptible eagerness to restore his image.
His brother's room was on the third floor, the door tightly shut, a faint yellow light leaking through the crack. Percy stood at the door, panting slightly, trying to calm his violently beating heart. He raised his hand, but didn't knock. The huge courage that had suddenly risen up just now was now hesitant and gradually shrank back.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened a little. Percy looked up in surprise and whispered, "Um, brother—"
He suddenly choked.
A pair of blue eyes looked down at him. The other person seemed to have just finished washing up, wearing only a thin nightgown, with soft blond hair casually scattered on her shoulders, and her body still had a damp and fresh moisture.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The guy looked comfortable staying in his own territory, and even looked a little impatient.
Percy was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help but roared in a low voice: "This is my brother's room, why are you here?!"
"What do you think?" The other party seemed to find it funny, and closed the door behind him. He leaned lazily against the door frame, leisurely admiring the stupid boy's face that suddenly turned ugly.
Percy took a deep breath and decided not to waste his time arguing with others. After all, he couldn't win the argument, and fighting was even worse: "I need help from my brother."
"If it's not urgent, let's talk about it tomorrow." The Savior looked at him calmly, his tone gentle, but the sarcasm in his voice was completely undisguised: "He's very tired and has already gone to bed - do you want me to wake him up and deal with your little emotions and thoughts that everyone knows about?"
...He swore that if this kid dared to nod, he would throw him into the garden directly, Azuka thought with a smile, the kind that doesn't require going down the stairs.
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