Chapter 207 (1/2)

Kyle stood in the paint-covered alley, pressing his temples in an attempt to stop the oncoming headache. His intuition was never mistaken. After leaving the hotel, they were supposed to stay together. And now Noah had vanished, leaving behind a trail of chaos.

As he let out a weary sigh, Muell appeared out of thin air. He scurried over and quickly informed Kyle on Noah’s whereabouts, and what had transpired in the alleyway. Kyle listened, curious as to what Noad had planned.

“And the assassins… They should be here any minute!” Muell handed Kyle the Eye of Largo. “She lured them here. Said you could deal with them.”

“Did she now? Tell me, why did she send you to tell me this news, rather than tell me herself? You can teleport her, so why didn’t you?” Kyle rolled the Eye between his fingers. “Why would you leave her alone in such a dangerous place.”

“Please, I wanted to bring her with me, I swear! She made me come here alone. Something about how she wanted to investigate the area.” Muell clung to Kyle’s leg. “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder!”

“Noah is infuriatingly stubborn. I’m sure she has her reasons, but she still could have come back and reported what was happening to me. That way we could have gone and solved the mystery together. And as for these assassins…” Kyle lightly juggled with the Eye, tossing it from one hand to the next. “When did you say they would be here?”

Paint cans rattled further down the alleyway, alerting Kyle to the presence of the assassins. He tucked the Eye back into his pocket and scooped up Muell to rest him on his shoulder. Pulling his retriever from its holster, he loaded up the barrel and cocked it so it was ready to fire.

“Who’s coming, your master? Or…” He called out into the empty alleyway. “Are you too just a clump of metal?”

He vividly remembered the time he had chased several assassins, cloaked in robes, in The Angelic. One of them had taken into possession one of Largo’s Eye, but before he could retrieve it, he was suffocated by a strong lavender scent, paralyzing his senses. Afterwards, he could only remember the Eye, unable to recall the appearance of his enemy.

However, what he thought was human had shattered into chunks of metal by the dragon’s sharp fangs. Kyle thought it was impossible to salvage the other Eye, but seeing his situation now, the missing Eye was indeed intact.

His thoughts conjured a speculation: the replica’s ‘real form’ had been aboard on The Angelic that time. But who was it? How true was it that Adrian Rossinell had left for Central Edman to restore the damaged railway?

Kyle tightened his grip on the revolver; surely, he would acquire information from the assassins. His thoughts quickly leaned toward other more important things. Noah has to eat lunch.

“They’re here,” Muell poked Kyle’s shoulder excitedly.