Chapter 52 - The Sharpest Sword (2) (1/2)

Ch. 52 The Sharpest Sword (2)

It was at that moment a furious, frightening expression flashed across Carlisle’s face. In an instant, the atmosphere darkened and even Elena could not help but recoil. If this was what she felt at a distance, the man reporting directly to Carlisle must be experiencing the full force of his aura. She felt a cold sweat threatening to drip off her tense face.

Carlisle seemed to realize Elena sitting in front of him and quickly erased the bloodthirsty atmosphere.

“…Who did you miss?”

“We caught a rat sent by the Marquis, but the one we lost is still unclear.”

“Any casualties?”

“He seems to have considerable skill. I lost all the men who pursued him.”

Carlisle’s temple visibly tensed. A short silence followed, then he responded calmly.

“I see.”

“I’ll take my leave.”

He bowed deeply to Carlisle and left the restaurant again.

In her previous life Elena would have taken the role of guarding the area, but now the positions had changed. She turned to Carlisle with a concerned expression on her face.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m…I’m only a little uneasy.”

“…Why?”

“I’m afraid someone will touch you. If you get hurt and I can’t get to you, I’ll go crazy.”

Despite his calm voice, there was an unexpected graveness to his words. Elena froze in embarrassment for a moment, but then quickly smiled at his ridiculous worrying.

“What do you think of me?”

“…?”

“You must have forgotten how we met.”

She picked up her dessert fork. She turned it in the air a few times, then suddenly flung it to her right.

Shhhhg–

It flew through the air.

Tung!

The fork’s tines struck dead center of a dart board. She didn’t even take the time to properly aim or throw. Carlisle’s blue eyes widened at the sudden display of skill.

“You shouldn’t mistake our position.”

Elena pointed her finger at herself.

“I’m the one who protects you.”