Chapter 157 - (157) Im No Hero (2/2)
Blade looked at the stagnant face of the man before him. He couldn't pick up on a single trace of emotion. It scared him.
”You aren't normal, are you?” Blade asked a bit hesitantly.
”All things are relative. Anyway, your friends have arrived,” Geth's mask slowly concealed his face as a light smile took shape.
”Creepy,” Blade muttered. He looked toward the Dungeon entrance in expectancy.
Seven people left the Dungeon at once and walked towards them. Amongst them was Storm, which didn't surprise Geth in the least.
”Blade! What kind of lies has he been feeding you!?” An older man stormed out, yelling angrily.
Geth looked at the old man for a minute before recalling the face. It was the old football coach from when he was in school.
”You've got the wrong idea,” Blade tried to diffuse the man's hostility.
”I know better than that! I've seen this man hospitalize three of my players and not even bat an eye!”
Blade glanced at Geth, recalling what he'd just seen and heard.
”And you think it's a good idea to come out here and antagonize him without hearing what he has to say?”
The old man seemed to become more heated.
”We have the strength to do as we please! You can't expec-”
The old man stopped speaking as he felt a blade suddenly pressing against his throat. The man that he'd been speaking poorly of was nowhere to be seen.
He looked down to find Geth's hand gripping onto his own dagger that had been hidden in his waistband. Warm liquid ran lightly down his throat and began staining the collar of his robe.
”Where's that confidence you just had, old man?”
The entire group leaped back in surprise. Geth had just appeared there as if he'd materialized from thin air!
”Please don't kill him!”
An old woman cried and fell gently to her knees. He recognized her as well.
She was the head cafeteria lady. The woman disregarded the school's rules multiple times and made sure that any children without money in their account had the same lunch as the rest.
Geth removed the dagger from the old man's throat and allowed it to fall point first into the ground at his feet. Before the blade landed, Geth had already appeared in his initial spot, leaning against the tree.
The old man fell to his knees and grasped at his throat. An expression of sheer terror remained on his face.
”Now. Are you going to remain calm long enough for us to handle this discussion?”
The old man nodded, along with everyone else in the group.
”Very well, then let's move somewhere a bit more private.”
Geth turned his back to the company and headed deeper into the forest. He didn't have to look back to know that they weren't too far behind him.
Sigh
'Maybe I went a bit overboard.'