Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 50: Developments

LIAM

’Feeling better’ is an understatent of what I am feeling right now. The headache, the soreness in my throat, and the dizziness were all gone just in a simple night. Though I still have a runny nose and occasional sneezes, that is fine. I can handle a little of it.

But this, right now, is the least of my concerns. Kian is acting weird once again. He is so stern and grim since the morning that it is making anxious beyond asure. I can never fathom what this Kian is plotting or thinking. Deciphering Kian is like trying to read a book written in an ancient language in the dark. Both utterly impossible and futile.

Kian was alright when he sent to bed earlier last night. The sa cocky, irritating old him. But he is like a whole different person today. It seems like Jennifer, too, doesn’t know what happened to change Kian like this overnight. Because she is shooting questioning looks over the dining table. In response, all I can do is shake my head and sigh.

After breakfast, Kian, Jennifer, and Fred get ready to set out. And to my greatest surprise, Kian doesn’t ask —order —to tag along with like he usually does. Hell, he doesn’t even spare a glance in my direction as he trudges out of the front door, his jaw tight, muscle flexing there.

What the fuck? Isn’t he the man who asked to co go to sleep early last night, saying that he would take sowhere today, so I would have an early day? And now he isn’t even looking at ! As if my existence is as significant as the air.

Sothing unknown starts to gnaw at my chest from inside. But I vigorously tamp it down.

"What’s his deal?" Jennifer approaches , frowning. She appears to be as bewildered as I am right now, "He was just fine when he went to bed last night." She strews over it.

I shake my head as I reply, "I have no idea. He said he would take sowhere today." I stare at the door he just disappeared through.

"Gods know what has gotten into the brat again." Jennifer grumbles resignedly as she scrubs her face with her hand, "I will talk to him. Aren’t you coming with us?" Her gaze softens a little as she looks down at . She might be a woman, but she is taller than .

"No." I shake my head as I break my trance and look up at Jennifer’s eyes, "He didn’t ask to tag along today. So, I will just longe around here."

I don’t plan to run away from here, yet since I still have this huge cult matter to handle. I need to dig out the old rotten skeletons to look into my brother. Gods know if I end up digging out his skeleton. It would be the worst.

Jennifer nods in acknowledgnt as she pats my shoulders. She leans in so that she is whispering into my ear, "Laim, don’t try to run away again." Her tone isn’t one of a warning more like a concern.

It has always amazed that Jennifer seems to be very concerned about . Even if she knows who I exactly am. She even calls ’dear’ sotis while she calls her own nephew ’brat,’ ’shithead’, and whatnot. This is weird beyond asure and absolutely out of character for her. But hey, I am not complaining.

I actually like the special treatnt. Then again, who doesn’t like treatnts like these?

I nod, noting her tone, "I don’t plan to for now.".

Jennifer heaves a breath and gives my shoulders a light squeeze before walking out of the door.

I wait for a few good minutes after they are gone before running up the stairs to my room. I shut the door behind and called out.

"Co out now."

The freezing temperature drops another few degrees, searing my bones as Crystal appears before out of thin air. Chill dances down my spine and I grimace as I wipe my running nose with a napkin.

"I thought master will never call again." I can’t tell if she is being sarcastic or not since her tone is as blank as ever.

"Crystal we don’t have ti for this," I say, resigned. "We need to finish the work at hand and return to Solaryn."

"I am well aware, master," Crystal replies. "What are you going to do?"

"Sneaking out now will be futile because I hardly doubt that the Saint guy will do anything under the broad daylight. We have to wait till the nightti." I answer, pondering over what I have to do.

"But then the Supre Commander will be here." Crystal wonders out loud.

I wave it off as I cross the room and take a seat at the edge of the bed, "Sothing has gotten to Kian. He isn’t paying much attention to as you can see." I feel an odd pang in my chest as I say it aloud, "Otherwise, he would have been dragging along with him."

Crystal nods in acknowledgnt at this but doesn’t say anything.

I am pretty sure the cult is using the children as the blood sacrifice Oliver ntioned in his letters to Andreas. It just clicks together perfectly. Why would the cult need children otherwise? And over that, they have been vanishing into thin air one by one every day. There is no accurate explanation that they are not the blood sacrifice the cult is using to do sothing that isn’t good.

This is not my center of attention anyway. I will just go there and confront Saint Christopher today.

I know going to the cathedral will open a can of full of shitty trouble. But as I am risking it all nowadays, I can try this as well. What worse can happen? If my mission successes tonight. Then I will be long gone by tomorrow. Simple.

But...is it actually this simple?