You’ve Got The Wrong House, Villain Chapter 25

You've Got The Wrong House, Villain Chapter 25

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Yuri felt Lakis’ gaze following behind her, but she didn’t turn around till she opened the door to her room and went in.

Click, Slam!

Soon, Yuri leaned the closed door of her room. Air slightly colder than that of the living room’ hit her wet cheeks.

Yuri lifted her hand and wiped off the tears that were making her skin cold. After the short dream-like mont passed, a familiar emptiness filled her heart.

As to whether this was a good thing or not, she couldn’t tell right now.

* * *

Maybe she was to bla, but the air in the house the next morning was a little awkward.

“Good morning, Mr. Lakis.”

Yuri greeted him first, her face calm as if nothing had happened the previous night.

Lakis lay sidewise on the sofa, and stared at her expressionless face quietly for a while before replying:

[Yeah, good morning.]

The both of them decided to just ignore the events from yesterday.

“Well then, I’m off to work.”

A while later, Yuri walked out the door at the sa ti as usual.

[Take care.]

Lakis leaned against the sofa and saw Yuri off like that.

Yuri’s feet going through the front door stopped montarily. She glanced back at Lakis briefly then she left.

* * *

After Yuri left the house, Lakis quietly listened to the departing footsteps. It was still early in the morning. Outside was a little restless with people who were just about to start their day.

Lakis covered his wound with his arm and rose his still aching body from his seat. His footsteps were silent as he moved to the window. He hid his body in the shadow by the window and peeked outside through the slight crack of the curtains.

Under the ray of sunshine, his blue eyes were cold and sharp, like a broken film over a lake. The air around him was so cold that it was hard to believe he was the seemingly harmless and gentle person that was seeing the house owner off just minutes ago.

—Hey, Lakis? I really didn’t do anything strange yesterday. Really!

After Yuri left, the bug got a hint of Lakis’ mood and made excuses once again.

Its shriveled voice sounded deflated, with a weak sense of accusation mixed in. Lakis had grilled and ntally tortured it overnight so of course, the voice in his head was a little depressed when it talked to him.

The reason for this was naturally due to what happened to Yuri last night. Yuri appeared strange while holding Lakis’ hand last night and she had even teared up; that sight still lingered before his eyes.

Lakis was also aware that yesterday’s events weren’t due to the parasite in his body carrying out so other sche. But even then, he couldn’t figure out what the hell that was yesterday. But at least, he was relieved to see she was feeling okay before she left for work.

—By the way, are you really going out?

‘Yeah.’

The voice in his head then asked, changing the subject.

As it said, Lakis was planning on going out today. Of course, as his body wasn’t fully recovered yet, it would be too much if he pushed himself. But even if that was the case, he couldn’t remain hands-off like this.

Lakis once again repeated the na of this place as he had been told so ti ago in his mind. Grey Ferret. And since this was the east, it ant it was under the jurisdiction of the Crawford family. So as long as his identity wasn’t revealed, it was worth moving around.

—But Lakis…All that is good and all, but for now, just take so more digestive dicine before you leave. Uuuk, I still want to hurl.

The sound ringing in his head eventually made Lakis’ face crumple into a frown.

‘Oh, for f*ck’s sake…don’t retch in soone’s head like so ****.’[1]

The reason the bug was acting like this was because of the breakfast they ate this morning. Today again, the breakfast Yuri made was vomit-inducing but just like before, Lakis ate it all.

As a result, Lakis was significantly much leaner than when he just woke up this morning. As a matter of fact, he was resistant to most drugs, so it wasn’t easy to get them to affect him which ant he had emptied half the bottle of digestive dicine.

That said, it was true his stomach was still feeling queasy so Lakis listened to the bug and poured more digestive dicine down his throat.

—Phew. I finally feel relieved. I an, this is all because you keep chomping down all that garbage!

Perhaps the courage of the parasitic bug had revived in the anti, because it shuddered like it hadn’t considered Lakis’ mood and grumbled.

—Ugh, I haven’t tasted anything this bad since the food from when we were in that ‘grave’.

Lakis was disturbed by those words. Because he recalled a mory from his past that he didn’t even want to rember.

It was a mory from a long ti ago, when he was in the ‘grave’ that the bug was talking about. That place was also where Lakis first acquired this noisy parasite.

It was called a ‘grave’ because no one ever ca out alive. The only exception to that was Lakis. But he had to spend 5 years to get out of that loathso place. And afterwards, he killed everyone who helped put him there.

To others, after Lakis’ father, the forr lord of Carnot, died from a disease, his son killed all his competitors and gained the throne, but the truth was different. In the first place, the one who killed his father the forr king, was Lakis himself.

Lakis had no reason to let him live. It was not enough for that man to set up that disgusting research institute in Carnot, but he was crazy bastard who used even his son as an experint.

Lakis smiled icily and tightened his grip on the drug in his hand.

Crack!

Shatter!

The dicine bottle in Lakis’ hand broke into pieces.

—Gasp!

The bug held its breath as it promptly realized Lakis’ mood had turned foul because of its slip of the tongue.

A ferocious energy surrounded Lakis as he stepped on the broken pieces of bottle and spilled dicine on the floor.

In the end, all who subjected Lakis to that humiliating mory died long ago and the place that reminded him of those mories was also now in ruins. Lakis had made it that way with his very own hands.

So it would be the sa this ti as well.

The traitor would get a fitting end.

Lakis waited until the noise from people in the vicinity subsided. In order to get information while he recovered, there was sowhere he had to go first.

* * *

(Change in pov)

My day at the coffeehouse was pretty similar to any other day. That is, if you exclude the fact that I couldn’t really concentrate because I kept thinking about what happened with Lakis last night.

Last ti, I rubbed my face in Lakis’ hand, this ti, I even cried in front of him. The fact that I did this made feel sothing similar to ‘sha’ which is an emotion I haven’t felt in a while. I call it ‘similar to sha’ because what I was feeling right now was so lacking that it was hard for to call it sha. I felt like if I could feel emotions normally, I’d probably destroy at least a few walls.

I guess I was having more useless thoughts since it happened to be an idle ti with not many custors coming in. As I wiped the wet cup with the drying towel, I decided to think of sothing else and refresh my mood.

As I expected, a request from the client ca in this ti as well; they wanted to get sothing on their behalf from the secret auction house. Honestly to , since they were using their money for an expensive bid anyways, wouldn’t it be simpler and easier to just ask to steal it for them? But it seems my client doesn’t think the sa.

Well, I don’t intend to lure an honest eastern citizen into the world of cri either.

“Ms. Yuri, this spring festival, would you like to go with…”

“I have a previous engagent.”

I turned around after turning down my 19th invitation for the day. There were a lot of people with such invitation today, probably because the day of the festival was drawing nearer. Of course, I refused them all.

And that’s probably why the atmosphere in the coffeehouse was sowhat gloomy.

“Wow, Ms. Yuri, popular as expected.”

Snow, who ca to drink coffee as usual, spoke after watching for a while. He seed very interested by the current situation.

“So you have a prior engagent, Ms. Yuri. Sohow, I thought you weren’t like the type to be interested in things like festivals.”

Snow’s thought was right on the mark. My going to the festival was simply because of Anne-Marie. Not because I was really interested in going.

“Knowing Ms. Yuri is going, sohow makes want to go too…urgh.”

“Yes, I’ll take your order.”

I turned around before Snow could even finish his sentence and headed for another custor. I heard sulky mumblings about my cold-heartedness from behind but I ignored that as well.

Snow didn’t stay long in the store, he soon paid for his coffee and went out the door.

Only

“…?”

Then I suddenly felt sothing similar to a gaze and turned my head.

Caw, Caw!

‘Just crows, huh.’

When I saw the crows flying around in front of the store, I thought of Odin. The job I gave him seed to be taking more ti than I thought.

I looked away from the open door and walked back to the inside of the store.

Translator’s Corner:

[1] I wish I knew what the **** is supposed to be but I don’t. I’m keeping the spirit of the raw with all this censoring. Honestly, I fill in the blanks sotis, but for this one, I got nothing.