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Chapter 340: Still Alive
Chapter 340: Still Alive
Fwishhh....
[Operations will be resumed once the pods are fixed.]
"Thanks, Brain."
Amon led Emir through the filtration chamber and met with a few security guards who wore all black, along with two trauma team respondents.
It was pretty obvious that the principal wanted to keep things hush-hush, as he only called a few people to come in.
"Welcome back, Lord Amon, Professor Emir!"
They kneeled, hovering their dominant hands on their second hearts as the two approached.
Gesturing for them to stand, Amon commanded:
"Clean up the place, and one of you help the professor back to his room."
Raising a brow, Emir sarcastically asked:
"You treating me like an old man? I can take care of myself."
Disappearing from his position and reappearing in front of Emir, Amon flicked his pointing finger at his neck.
"Can you?"
Emir barely reacted to his threat, not even flinching or blinking his eyes.
"...Sure, I'll do it. Only because you insist so much."
"So stubborn..."
Shaking his head, Amon stepped back and joined the others.
"I was planning to brief you on the 'patrols' you'll be doing from tomorrow on, but this took longer than expected."
"So?"
"So just check what I sent you, everything you need to know is there."
"Alright."
Heading off in opposite directions, they didn't bother to bid each other goodbye, as if they had a scuffle similar to that of a normal family.
'Lemme see here.'
Like before, he pulled up his terminal on his HUD and began scrolling through the reports, messages, and whatever else he received.
"Good, good, good, nothing, nothing, nothing, not-She replied."
He paused his scrolling as he noticed that his 'lovely' disciple had sent a letter back.
Deciding to read it later, he turned his attention to the digital link point that Amon had sent.
Accepting the link, he established a connection and was sent all the data.
{Hello, this is Brain!}
Alongside it came a video briefing from the Academy's little blob.
'Hello.'
Emir replied, knowing that it wouldn't be able to hear.
{I'm honored to inform you that you've been deemed satisfactory at combat by our very Principal!}
'Only satisfactory?'
[Show off.]
They shared a laugh as he ended their conversation while turning around and facing the
blacked-out security guard.
"My bad."
Lowering his head, the man immediately replied:
"Don't worry, sir! I can wait until I'm only skin and bones."
Tapping his shoulder, Emir began heading back to the top floor.
"You're a good man."
With his head still lowered, he said:
"I'm still lacking, but I'll never stop trying to match your praise, sir!"
Gesturing for him to move, Emir asked:
"Nah, stop the humble act, it's true, even Amon thinks so... Mind telling me why?"
Standing up straight, the man silently trailed behind the professor he was tasked with protecting, always a step behind.
Emir didn't comment on that as he picked up on the man's intention, his feet continuing
forward.
Ting!
Their silence ended once they entered the elevator, as he said:
"So?"
With a face that showed unearthed pain, he uttered his words slowly:
"...I was one of Ebonfyre's people; now I'm the principal's, as you are his. We'll be working
together in the team, only instead of fighting side by side, we'll be watching your backs and
cleaning up the mess you leave behind."
His smile widening, Emir closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them.
"What's your cover?"
"Receptionist."
That unhesitatingly stated answer made Emir curious, as his memory of a certain someone
resurfaced almost like it was unlocked by a key.
Johnson, the lawyer, the receptionist.
Ting!
Exiting the elevator, they stepped out onto the tenth floor as he asked:
"You worked with a man named Johnson?"
The man stroked his chin for a second or two, then stated loudly:
"...Ah, I know him!"
Emir's smile died as a face of incredible stillness replaced it.
"What do you know?"