180 Eluded 1 (1/2)

What neck wound?

The man's right hand subconsciously went to his neck. At the same time, the system's voice spoke in his mind.

With his eyebrows almost meeting, he did touch something warm and wet near on the left part of his neck. It seemed to be a small wound though. Totally not worrisome. That was what he thought until the foreign entity in his brain told him contrary to that. What could be the problem with the cut though? It was so small and negligible... Was it more of a trouble than the cleanup to be done, or his worsening dizziness?

Speaking of dizziness, it was attacking him again, and now, he was suspecting he saw at least four hazy layers of a woman's figure. What the heck?

The face beneath the mask turned weird, until it devolved into bafflement, then anger.

It spoke so much bad news and frustrating stuff that he didn't know what to comment first. It sure learned customer service though, no? Offering something to do while waiting for whether that whatever poison which unexpectedly scratched him near his main artery could cause him death or not. Just wow. He was speechless, and at a lost.

In front of him, Alessa had already stopped crying, intently watching every movement of the man who suddenly became rooted on the spot. The girl blinked the few drops of tears on her lashes. She was still in that clear mind state and had discovered that something was off about the guy before her.

How come his built, posture, and voice was so familiar?

Was her imagination playing on her?

'... This person is reminding me of him. But what are the odds that somebody who thinks of me as a huge nuisance will go out of his way to save me?'

Alessa watched as the guy touched the bleeding cut on his neck.

'... Pretty low, right?' The answer she came up with almost made her choke and sob again.

'It's just that... This should be an operation orchestrated by my dearest sister. And he's capable enough to discover it if he wants, no?' she then thought to cheer herself up.

However, when she pondered over it more seriously, it actually made sense. This was even after discounting the little Alessa within her who loved to fantasize about white knights in shining armor. Chris was her god of information. After witnessing him once dug into every bad record of a Government Department Secretary before, she was convinced that if he wants, nothing should be out of his grasp. Digging into the stinky past of Country F's current President would not be so much of a challenge as well.

If it was really the case... The woman's thought continued to spiral out of control, unaware that the person she was almost deifying only deducted her situation due to Sofony's warning.

Alessa's teary eyes widened at the part still oozing blood and dyeing his neck and fingers red.

”Y-your wound...” Unexpectedly, her voice still cracked despite having grown some confidence about her hunch.

If he was really Chris, and he got wounded, no matter how small, due to her...