Just as expected, to ensure his participation, a call from Sir Dylan, the current chief secretary of Agatha Silver, came before nightfall, not taking 'no' from him as an answer.
Frowning badly, he stared at the call button which had already turned red. The call timer which stopped at 1:03 was so much of an eyesore.
'The sorrow of being a contracted moneybag.' He mused, shaking his head as he closed the door to the driver's seat of the company-lent car.
He pocketed the phone in his jacket and strode towards the elevator of the underground parking lot. It was in the condominium at Eastern Alina, the opposite side of where he used to live in the city three years ago.
'...' Eithan was speechless.
If he could only slap it, he would have done so for a thousand times. The useless thing... warning him right after he opened the door and saw a pair of deep maroon high heels neatly staying at the bottom of the shoe rack there.
Why didn't it do so at le
It's been ten minutes since the young man gave him a scowl but still fetch his laptop to work on the person she requested information.It's been that long since she began doing what she had always been doing whenever they were together and he was working on something. Watching him.It was because she couldn't understand the codes and numbers flying here and there on the screen. She only understood that numbers and letters could actually form a tsunami there and dizzy people up to death.For example, he saw him typing something like [cin>>num; if(num>10 && num<"what a="" mess!!";="" }="" else="" {=""><"grrrr..!!"; }]="" which="" she="" didn't="" even="" how="" to="" rationalize.="" but="" then,="" in="" a="" blink="" of="" an="" eye,="" it="" went="" to="" the="" left="" tab="" where="" it="" vanished="" after="" a="" second.="" another="" line="" of="" inexplicable="" combinations="" of="" letters="" and="" numbers="" followed="" and=""
Irene had to leave, knowing it would be the wrong time and place to push the matter through.The answer was obvious. He didn't want any change in their current relationship. Despite it looking so business-like and not even so much that of what was between friends, he showed no desire to improve it.There might be reasons behind it. One angle she saw was the death of a childhood friend from three years ago. However, it was quite at the bottom of the list because half a month ago, when she tried to bring that name up, he didn't really show any signs of agitation.So what could it be? Actually, he seemed reluctant to form any close-knit relationship with anyone. He was estranging himself even from his own family. When they were still at Jasper, after earning his first paycheck he immediately moved out of his parent's house and even lessened his time with them. Why?Well, she didn't know. And actually, the only answer she wants to know was for the question, d
Unknown whether he was being punished by the unfair heavens or what, it seemed this week he really wouldn't be getting enough of the sleep that he'd been badly yearning for.Two and a half hours later, his phone rang. Of course, he was dead tired and very fast asleep to notice it. Hence, the one which took it as its mission to alert him about the notification was his system AI. For this reason, it had even gone as far as to play some heavy metal tunes inside his brain for ten minutes straight!In its own words, it was merely trying to prove its awesomeness and usefulness to its own host. And that explained why its playing of the maddening music was so passionate, intense, and at its maximum volume.How did Eithan react to it? Of course, he badly wished to beat up and chase the damn AI out of his mind!Unfortunately, the poor man didn't know if that was even achievable, so he could only curse out and get up from the mattress, furiously reaching out to the
Eithan got off the bed and approached the bedside table. While staring at the numbers flashing on the LCD, he tried to confirm, "Be honest with me, Miss Silver. Is this her attacks?"Her equaled Brienne Middleton, a powerful non-host hostile to both Agatha and Irene."Who knows?""I'm betting that you know. And you're not only intervening or doing anything because you're so bored so you want to see some 'real' entertainment."This didn't only happen once before so he confidently made the remark. Lately, or perhaps, since two years ago when she became so much cold-hearted and more playful than when they were still at HCA, she became so interested in weird stuff, sometimes doing things unpredictable or without any reason behind it.Last time, it was not a death threat, but hacker attacks. Just because she wanted to see how high the skills of her IT experts were, she didn't interfere even when several hackers and cybercriminals were trying to ba
With his own experiences and her sample, sometimes it was just so hard to believe that he could and would ever try to love, or even just like, another girl.To be honest, only the relationship between his parents was keeping him from thinking that the idea of two people attracted to each other ending up happy together was a ridiculous thing.However, deep within him, there was a doubt of whether the same happiness would ever come to him. Especially now that he was regrettably tied to a malicious being.Nonetheless, he recognized that it could happen. He was just not sure if he himself would ever try to be deeply attached to someone one more time.The first person he loved died.What if he tries for the second time around, only for that individual to die too, this time due to the system or its other hosts?'Well, at least she's luckier than me. She can do a search because the one she's looking for is still alive. And according to her, that pe
It was five minutes later, in the middle of his incessant running towards the fifteenth floor of the condo building, when he heard its words. How he wished it just didn't reply to him...'... Those hitmen sure are thorough huh? Disabling even the elevator. Did they consider the angle where she will manage to luckily run out of the unit? So they blocked her every possible escape route?'"..."For some reason, listening to the system's bullshitting was more draining than sprinting across the endless steps.After an unknown amount of time which seemed like forever for him, he finally arrived at the real destination. Irene Middleton's dwelling place in the capital that he hadn't ever visited before.He panted heavily, his undershirt already so drenched. Perhaps, once he took it out and wrung it with his two hands, liters after liters of sweat would come out of it. What a sickening thought. It seemed once he goes back to his own house, he'd be taking an
The half-host was quite frustrated, so he ordered the remaining man to carry his companion away, to a deserted place, preferably a faraway mountain or forest. Once there, he was to cut off his and One's tongues too, apart from his own hands.To what would happen to them after, Eithan didn't plan to know. They would probably still be alive, or at least, he hoped they would stay alive since he didn't want his actions to really cause their deaths. Anyway, they were more elite than ten normal men combined. They should be fine even without a limb or three. Human potential too was never to be underestimated, so he expected them to find a way to carry on living despite the condition they would be in.Eithan watched as the second man absentmindedly half-dragged, half-carried his companion outside the unit. It was past midnight, lessening the chances of them running into any witnesses if they took the stairs. They would surely arrive at a destination without fail. And then afte
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 w