Chapter 59: A Letter of Love?

Chapter 59: A Letter of Love?

Delia watched with her heart beating up her throat as Paris crouched next to Kon. Any threat she threw the Special Exorcists way would be ineffective.

"His heartbeat seems normal, Paris stated. Then she opened his shirt and touched his chest, poking it in different places.

"W -What are you going to do to him?" Delia asked weakly, feeling some pain throughout her head.

Paris raised a questioning brow. The kid took a poison dart for me. I wont kill him. You, on the other hand, are still up for debate.

Relief washed over Delia when she heard that. Now that she knew Kon wouldnt be harmed, she got a smug look on her face. What? You have no proof. How could a gentle girl like me kill people?

It was right then and there that everything, for some reason, connected in Delia's head.

Despite just signing the death warrant of a royal family member, Paris didnt seem perturbed at all. There wasnt a trance of anxiousness on her face.

Its almost as if killing the royal family member was her goal. Almost as if she knew she would end up doing something like this.

She used the Dark Sword Clan as a cover! She played everyone here to get what she wanted! That crazy bitch! Delia knew that if word got out that a royal family member was killed, everyone involved would get hunted down like rabid dogs.

Despite her blasting thoughts, Delia didnt ask any questions. Knowing that inquiring too much into something would end up dangerous for everyone involved. Did Paris have any kind of vendetta against the royal family?

A chill went down Delias spine.

Nothing made sense, and even if it did, Delia wasnt sure she wanted to know the truth of what was happening behind the scenes.

***

The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a lovely wooden ceiling. The Japanese-style building made it easy to guess where I was.

There was no one else in the room. I got up, and rigidness and pain traveled through my body.

Cleaning out some poison wasnt as easy as I thought. Perfect Me had used Ord, controlling it at levels almost inhuman, surrounding my organs with energy, and then just supercharging my immune system.

There were still many things I didnt know about Perfect Me. I had to figure it all out slowly, and only then will I be able to pull up 100% of the potential of my special ability.

Walking out of the room, a young servant ran by. She couldnt have been older than ten years old. I grabbed her by the shoulder, stopping her from running off. Kiddo, how long has it been since I was out?

"Ah! Lord Kon!" The girl hurriedly bowed. "You have been out for two days! No, wait, since it took some time to bring you here, it took four days!"

Thankfully it wasn't weeks or months. Though my body still felt like I had just run a marathon.

"Well, go and notify who you need to. Tell them that I'm awake," I let go of the kid and went back to lie on the bed.

Of course, I wasnt stupid enough to say such things out loud.

She went for a punch again, but I ducked under it and used a wrestling move by grabbing onto her clothes, shifting my center of gravity, and trying to push her down.

A move like this was hard to overcome as the sudden weight shift would put all the pressure on the knees.

At least, that's how it would have been in my previous world. Delia's back was arched like a bow, but with a burst of Ord, her descent stopped, and she stood back upright.

Then she nonchalantly picked me up by the scruff of my neck as if I was a cat. She had a cold look in her eyes.

Im going to need some face-reconstructive surgery after this. At least I should be able to survive hopefully.

Against all my expectations, her face shifted, and she looked with guilt splattered over her face. "Kon. Sorry for not being able to protect you during the fight."

Eh? What's with this apology? Did she think she had to look out for me all the time? Did she think I was her kid brother she had to bully, but at the same time protect if anyone else dared to do the same?

Come on now, don't joke like that. I'm someone who can make my own decisions and protect myself.

I laid my fist against her cheek and pushed her face to the side. "Now we're equal. I returned both punches."

She stared at me, gathered Ord in her fist. You know what, I should kill you and get rid of such an annoying cousin. At least that will guarantee my position as the next clan head.

Hey, that last part was a joke, right? I asked, making sure to show how apprehensive I was.

Dont worry about it, she smirked and was ready to punch me in the stomach.

But as she was about to do that, the door slid open.

The clan head, Delia's father, stared at us. He blinked twice and sighed. "Why do you keep fighting all the time? Are you still kids or something?"

He threw a letter at me. "This is from Miss Judgment, and she didn't trust Delia not to burn the letter if she left it with her. So she told me to give you this when you wake up."

By Miss Judgment, he was calling Paris by her epithet.

"Wow, what an annoying woman she is," Delia complained. But didn't refute that she would have probably burned the letter.

I opened the letter to see what Paris had written to me. Fingers crossed, it was a love letter. Our children will be pushing their glasses up while smiling suspiciously.

As I read her note, my hopes were crushed before they could even take root.

Yep, not a love letter at all