Chapter 17 (2/2)

“Because no one Borja takes a liking to ends up unscathed.”

Feisha turned on his heels and bolted to Isefel’s room.

–

Isefel had just finished his lap around the pool when he noticed Feisha storm into the room with a scowl.

“Do you know what calamity befell me just now?” Feisha asked as Isefel climbed out of the pool.

“No.”

“My nose got broken!” This was the most violent thing that had happened to him in his entire life. No matter how angry his previous guests have been, the most they’ve ever done was to chase him with a glass ashtray from level one to level three, from the hotel to the residential area. And even then the ashtray was merely smashed on the wall and not onto him.

“Borja?” asked Isefel.

“No shit!” roared Feisha. “You reckon I’d smash a chair on my own face or something!?”

Isefel looked at the spirited individual before him. “Dea healed you.”

Just because it’s healed doesn’t mean that it’s not work injury anymore! Does getting a happy ending cancel out all the angst? No.

“That might be true, but shouldn’t you be expressing something?” fumed Feisha.

Isefel considered this for a minute, then replied after a while: “On behalf of the hotel, I express my deepest condolences.”

Feisha wanted to beat someone up. “I want something of substance, substance!” Condolences were a sham and worth jack-all.

“For example?”

“Firstly!” Feisha had planned this, and raised a finger. “We throw the shitty brat out of the hotel. And secondly, I want compensation for the mental and physical pain I’ve been put through.”

“Noah’s Ark has never forcefully ejected a guest before.”

“Rules are made to be broken, and there’s a first time for everything.”

Isefel wasn’t swayed in the slightest. “We can’t do anything about it unless the guest checks out on his own.”

Unless he checks out on his own, was it? For the sake of his handsome nose, he was going to get his revenge! It’s not like being a demon king is something awe-inducing.

Even if it was awe-inducing, all Feisha needed to do was to keep a low profile.

“Then what about the second point?”

“Your salary this month will be raised to $17500.”

Feisha’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”

Isefel paused for a bit. “If you can make Borja check out on his own, I’ll return Hughes’ one and a half thousand gold coins.”

Feisha imitated the classic Popeye pose. “Give me spinach!”

–

The door opened, allowing the both parties to see each other clearly.

Layton was wearing a bathrobe.

Feisha was smiling twistedly, at which Layton displayed a disgusted expression.

“Hey buddy,” Feisha greeted. “Your new hairstyle looks sick.”

“I was halfway through my shower.”

“Sorry for the interruption.”

Layton tried to throw the door closed but was intercepted by Feisha’s foot.

“Why are you even here?” spat Layton, attempting to close the door.

Feisha was desperately trying to squeeze his body through the crack. “I’m here to apologise.”

At this, Layton abruptly let go, catching Feisha off guard and toppling them both over.

There was an awkward pause.

“Can you feel my sincerity and enthusiasm?” asked Feisha dryly.

“Get off!” Layton said from under Feisha’s stomach.

Feisha immediately scrambled to get up, and along his line of sight was-

Layton, sprawled on the ground. His bathrobe was wide open, leaving nothing to imagination.

Not long after, Layton’s enraged bellow resounded through the entire floor:

“GODDAMNIT FEISHA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!?”

Translator’s note

“I swear that from now on, just say the word and I’ll happily take a bullet for you without a single complaint.”

Instead of ‘taking a bullet’, the phrase used here is ling li ch do (lit. pierce two ribs with knives), making the sentence: I swear that from now on, just say the word and I’ll take two knives to the chest for you without a single complaint.