I hoped for a reply from the system in relation to my words, but it made no comnt and went straight to business.
[Ding!! Mutation process has begun.]
It took a while to digest what I had just gotten myself into, and minutes later I was back looking down at my book.
Sade, who was enamoured with her book, paid no mind, and it was only an hour later, when a maid ca to call us for dinner, that we stood up, pop sounds ringing from our backs.
"How did it feel reading in here?" Sade asked as we moved to exit the library.
"Comfortable. The sense of peace kept relaxed throughout. Even when I encountered a difficult situation, my mind was in check."
I finished speaking, but Sade continued with her gaze on , seemingly expecting more.
"That's all," I had to say.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You're not obsessed and totally in love with reading? Weren't you having an enlightennt that ti I called you?"
"No."
Sade spoke with a passion that let know she wasn't lying about her expectations, but I found myself doubtful, as the only way I would have such feelings was if my mind was being influenced.
Like it was an impossibility, it took Sade a while to co to terms with the fact that I was still... sane, and she shook her head.
"You have a really strong mind. It explains why you faced such a strong backlash back at the drive-through."
I did not comnt on Sade's words, and she led out of the library and through to the end of the corridor where another double door led to a wide room that had just an average-sized round table at its center as the dining table.
At the table were steaming bowls of food, and a man and woman, and I felt a bit self-conscious as I crossed the wide space between the entrance and the table.
I didn't even dare speak to Sade for fear of leaving an echo.
"Marcus, this is my father and mother," Sade said when we finally got to the table, and I was left having to alternate between two scrutinizing gazes.
"I'm Gale and this is my wife Lola. I'm happy to have you here at my house, Marcus."
The man at the table had a head and chin full of white hair, and he also surprisingly possessed a muscular build. The glasses on his eyes and the white shirt he wore were the only things about him still fitting the image I had built of him in my head.
Gale had a strong grip, and keeping his hands tightened around mine, he went on to further speak,
"You gave the woman quite the stare when you passed out in front of the house. Hope you are alright now."
"You didn't have to say that."
"Ouch."
Before I could answer, Lola, who had gotten up along with her husband imdiately after he finished his statent, delivered a chop to his right wrist. As he let go of my hand and cradled his wrist, she took hold of my free hand and pulled, forcing to pay attention to her.
"How are you feeling now? I see you've adjusted to the atmosphere here."
Compared to her father, Sade had told nothing about her mother, and looking at the woman from head to toe, I could glean nothing.
Wearing a white shirt, the dark-haired woman had on a long black blouse, and along with a beautiful silver necklace, she had a hard white piece of cloth wrapped around her head.
"I'm doing good, ma'am."
"Don't call ma'am. Didn't you hear what my husband said? I'm Lola."
"Ehm." I looked to Sade for help, but she betrayed and looked away.
"Don't be like that. You're the first person Sade has ever brought ho, and since for now she has decided to introduce you as a friend, then I would also like to be your friend."
"Mom, you don't need to tell him that," Sade complained, but her mother ignored her.
Keeping her hand wrapped around mine, the woman put a strong gaze on , and with a smile, I buckled.
"Alright, I'll call you Lola."
"Good," she said, releasing my hand.
"That's a nice head tie, by the way."
"Oh, you like it?"
"Yeah, the white complents your dressing."
"Thank you. I just wish my husband could see the sa."
Gale chose not to reply, and in peace, we sat down and focused on the al before us.
"Sade, I'll serve your father, you serve Marcus. It's good practice for when you both are together."
The table went silent, and while I had no complaints at Lola's words, Sade was blushing as red as tomatoes, her hands going through her hair.
I had never seen Sade this expressive, and it was an eye-opener to on how expressive the woman could be.
"Why aren't you serving yourself?" Sade asked when her mother was done dishing her and Gale's al and turned to us.
"Well, I'm waiting for you. Didn't you hear what Lola said?"
"I'm not doing this for you anyti in the future," Sade ntioned, and then she went and served .
From the corner, I caught Lola winking at , and looking at Gale who was happily digging into his al, I wondered about the dynamic of this ho.
With Sade's attitude, one would have thought that the woman had very strict parents—a father who owned four German Shepherds and a mother who played with knives—but her parents were turning out to be actually chill people.
"How did you find studying in here, Marcus? I find it surprising that Sade was able to get you here so fast," Gale said out of the blue as he cut into a piece of steak, and I was surprised that he brought up this sa topic.
"I found the library quite wonderful, sir, but I'm sorry to disappoint—I failed to feel this enlightennt which everyone else seems to experience from it.
Sade said it most likely has to do with my strong will."
"There is no need to apologize. If your will is so strong that your mind can't be affected, that is a good thing. It also shows that my daughter's praises of you are not shallow."
Seeing an opportunity to glean information from the main man himself, I was absorbed in the conversation and rearing to speak when the system made itself known.
[Ding! Mutation failed.]
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