“What? Why? No… how?”
Kuzon was a Midas, so he knew immortality wasn’t necessarily inconceivable.
However, no matter how powerful a body was, or how skillful an individual became, they couldn’t escape the expiration of their own bodies.
It had to come, sooner or later.
Sure, making new bodies was something that could be achieved, but…
‘Ana can’t possibly mean that, right?’
Kuzon had no idea what was going on in the girl’s mind.
He had to give in to his curiousity, though.
“If you’re so curious, then restore his memories.” She smiled at him.
It was a sweet, innocent smile, but Kuzon somewhat felt like he was the one being baited, and not her.
‘Sigh, whatever.
Let’s see what happens…’
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“U-urgh…” Beruel groaned as his tired eyes opened and his vision returned.
It felt like he had just woken up from a sleep, something that never happened unless he wanted to.
‘What’s this? The last thing I remember was…’ His eyes caught the appearance of two people.
A boy and a girl.
“Y-you—!!!”
Before he could protest any further, Beruel found himself violently coughing.
His emaciated body throbbed, and it seemed like he was going through a seizure with every whooping cough that proceeded from his mouth.
Slowly, however, he became stabilized.
“Calm yourself, Beruel.” Kuzon spoke in a model tone.
“I said I would take it from here.” He was swiftly replied by Ana.
“Sorry… jeez.”
Ana stepped forward to the recoiling Beruel, who stared at the two with utmost suspicion.
“What do you two want? You should have erased my memories after you compelled me to divulge the intel you wanted.”
“Oh, I did.
She told me to return it to you.”
Ana felt peeved that she was actually being ignored by the old Fairy who would rather talk to Kuzon than the girl in front of him.
“And you listened to her? I suppose I overestimated you, young Midas.” Beruel groaned.
“Hey! I’m right in front of you, you know?”
Awkward silence descended upon the room as Beruel’s gaze finally rested on Ana.
He spent a few moments observing her from head to toe—though the way his tired and elderly eyes ogled her felt uncomfortable to the younger girl.
“You are…? Who are you?” Beruel finally muttered.
“What? You can’t pretend you don’t know me! Kuzon and I literally came here together! We’re partners!”
The old Fairy’s face slowly transformed into anger.
“And how dare you raise your voice at me? Females should learn to show respect to the males.
Is this how you train your female? Tch! And what’s this deal about partners? She isn’t your subordinate?” Once again, Beruel turned his attention to Kuzon.
“Pfft.” The golden haired boy stifled his laughter and awkwardly looked away.
As much as he wanted to see Ana’s expression in response to the Fairy King’s sexist and bigoted disposition, he also felt that he wouldn’t be able to control the level of amusement he would display.
‘This is the scumbag you want to help, Ana.
Hahaha!’
“Hey, listen here old dude…” Ana grabbed Fairy King Beruel by the head.
Her eyes were twitching while a strained smile was plastered on her face.
Despite her very good intentions, Ana was already reaching a point whereby she wanted to knock some sense into the older fellow.
“W-what are you doing? Who said you could touch me? I’m a King, you know? Also, you’re not only a commoner, but you’re also a female.
Show some respect!”
“Shut up!”
“My… how dare yo—”
The Fairy King struggled to get her hands off his head despite his sickly frame, exerting his declining physical prowess more than he should have.
Ana found her impatience reaching an unprecedented degree—until she couldn’t take it anymore.
>WHAP!