I glanced at the ti on my smartphone, the luminous display indicating the arrival of 6 PM. The person I was ant to et hadn't graced the scene yet. Contemplation of abandoning this eting crossed my mind, opting to unleash my wrath on him for his tardiness at our next eting. However, just as the notion solidified, he finally arrived.
"You're late," I declared.
"Can you please quit staring at like I'm about to face a firing squad? It's bloody unnerving, you know? And late? What do you an? I'm perfectly on ti."
"I specifically said 'exact sunset,' didn't I? Look at the ti," I said, thrusting my smartphone toward his face. "It's 6:01."
"It's just one minute..."
"If a bomb were planted here set to explode precisely at 6 PM, it would be entirely your fault for the deaths of countless people."
"Don't compare a bomb threat to being fashionably late. That's not a valid comparison."
"But it's the exact comparison," I asserted with an unwavering gaze. "Now, brace yourself for the impending consequence."
"You're not playing around, are you?"
"Of course not. Why would I jest about this? I'm deadly serious," I replied, smoothly extracting my gun from beneath my jacket to reveal its ominous presence. "Now, where would you like to take the hit? Since you've graced us with your belated presence, I'll ensure it's a locale free from vital damage—sowhere a re flicker of healing magic can nd. And rest assured, there's no need to worry about missing. I'm a seasoned sharpshooter, capable of hitting my mark with my eyes sealed shut. Furthermore, this firearm cos equipped with a silencer, ensuring your punishnt remains a clandestine affair."
Instinctively, he distanced himself from . "You're downright spine-chilling, you know? And why in the world are you toting a gun on a date?"
"Insurance, of course. One can never predict what a man might attempt when in the company of a lady."
"Yeah, well, I get that. But I highly doubt anything of that sort would happen to you." He sighed, shaking his head. Even with a gun in his face, he remained surprisingly calm. As expected, this man is... "Anyway, could you perhaps grant a reprieve just this once? I arrived precisely at 6 PM on this bridge, and it took a full minute to locate you. Hence, the one-minute tardiness."
"That's quite the excuse, but do you honestly believe it'll sway ?" I scrutinized him.
"If you'd pinpointed the 'exact' eting spot, sure, I'd be considered late. But you just ntioned 'the bridge' without a clear indication—whether it's the far end, the other end, or smack in the middle. So, you can't fault for being tardy, can you?"
"You certainly possess a knack for crafting persuasive excuses," I remarked, smoothly holstering the gun back into my jacket. His audible sigh of relief echoed the lifting tension. "I'll let it slide this ti, but don't make a habit of this."
"As I suspected, this won't be the last ti, huh?"
"Of course not. Starting now, consider yourself my pawn."
"Goodness. No beating around the bush, huh? So, what's your grand plan for utilizing ?"
"That's a secret for now," I said, turning away from him. "Anyway, shall we embark on our journey into Pleasure City?"
"...Lead the way."
And so began this not-a-date date.
***
We finally arrived at Lala Land. Legend has it that this place was specially crafted for the then-seven-year-old princess of the Milham Kingdom, who suffered from an unidentified illness no healer could diagnose. In a desperate attempt to bring her joy before her inevitable demise, the king commissioned the construction of this whimsical haven. Tragically, on the very day it was completed, the princess passed away. The place was nad Lala Land in her honor.
"This place is truly magnificent, wouldn't you say?" I remarked to Mr. Leon, who walked alongside .
"I suppose so. I an, it's got quite the legendary tale behind it, right? The spot where the hero's daughter savored a mont of life."
"The hero king later declared to the kingdom that everyone was welco to co and enjoy. It's a sha that subsequent rulers, including the current one, have turned this place into a profit-driven land."
After our brief exchange, we continued our leisurely walk. As we andered through the vibrant surroundings, we eventually stumbled upon a lively area teeming with people. A jester had captivated a sizable audience with their lively performance, prompting us to stop and imrse ourselves in the spectacle.
"Are you certain this is your preferred starting point?" Mr. Leon inquired.
"I'm certain," I affird with conviction.
"It's rather surprising that you'd opt for this, considering your infrequent smiles, let alone laughs."
"What do you take for? It's not as if I'm devoid of the ability to laugh, you know?" I retorted, redirecting my focus to the jester who skillfully juggled seven balls of varying colors with only two hands in the air. "Laughter and smiles are embedded in the essence of being human, acquired and expressed instinctively during infancy. As quintessential and biologically ingrained human expressions, they serve as the very fabric of our humanity. Thus, for that reason, I am as inherently human as they co."
"I don't see you doing it, though."
"That's because a genuine smile is coaxed out when one is in the company of soone who brings comfort and ease."
"Does that an you're not at ease with , then?"
"Exactly."
"I see. I'm not at ease with you either."
Our conversation ca to an abrupt halt as we redirected our focus to the jester. The perforr had elevated the act by incorporating daggers into the juggling routine, seamlessly adding them to the seven balls already in play. Another jester made an appearance, bowing his head while holding a beautiful woman by the hand, who also bowed alongside him. The jester proceeded to guide the woman to a circus target, securing her in place with tight bindings around her wrists and ankles. After a brief mont, the woman found herself restrained on the target, her limbs sprawled apart. The juggling jester then turned his attention to the bound woman, while the other jester initiated the spinning of the circus target. With the woman rotating in place, the juggling jester skillfully hurled each dagger he was juggling toward her.
The spectators reacted with each throw of the daggers, but the jester showed no sign of stopping. He continued the srizing act, hurling the daggers one after another. Even as the audience gasped and cheered, he remained relentless. Once all the daggers were hurled, the jester ceased juggling the seven balls, turning to face his captivated audience. With a humble bow, the other jester halted the spinning circus target, revealing that not a single dagger had struck the restrained woman. Swiftly, he untied her and guided her back to the center of the stage, where they both bowed in unison. The spectators erupted in applause.
Yet, neither I nor Mr. Leon shared the sentint. We remained unimpressed.
Amidst the applause from the audience, I opened my mouth to say, "Did you know that jesters have demonic origins?"
"That's news to ," he responded.
"That's because the Church has concealed it from the world," I explained. "Only those uninterested in the Church's teachings know about it. I assu your ignorance stems from being raised by nuns, correct?"
"Is that so? Well, I can certainly envision the Church pulling such manipulative tactics, so I'm not entirely surprised."
"But did they not instill in you the warning to steer clear of jesters?"
"They didn't. And just to set the record straight, the nuns who raised aren't exactly in league with the Church. Their devotion lies solely with the Goddess of War, Jeanne."
"Is that so?"
After our brief conversation, the crowd's applause finally ceased. The jesters transitioned into acrobatics, accompanied by the woman's graceful dance.
While my eyes were fixed on the performance, my mind wasn't truly engaged with it. Instead, I was contemplating, striving to understand the person beside . Who was he, really? And what motivated him to enroll in the Academy, assuming a facade of weakness among the students? I needed to comprehend him, as he could either beco an ally or a hindrance. Though the notion of ending him had crossed my mind, I refrained, recognizing the potential utility he might offer. Hence, I focused on comprehending him, seeking to decipher the enigma that surrounded him. However, as I delved deeper into this intricate pursuit, doubts erged regarding my ability to extract cooperation from soone of his caliber. Consequently, I opted for a different tactic—to establish a form of control.
"Oh, by the way, I managed to capture sothing quite intriguing earlier," I casually ntioned, retrieving my phone from my pocket with a calculated ease. Unlocking the device, I presented a photo to him.
"Recognize this face?" I inquired, knowing full well that the man in the picture bore an undeniable resemblance to the one standing beside . There was no room for denial. "This man entering a brothel—doesn't that look like you?"
The chessboard had just been set, and despite the early stage of the ga, I found myself firmly holding the upper hand.
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