Chapter 104: 104
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Remembering her brother's words, Mika sighed and nodded. She narrowed her eyes at Juin and warned, "Alright, but if you stood me up again--"
"I won't!" Juin immediately said as he stood up straight. "Yesterday was a mistake. I was too preoccupied with something, that's why it slipped my mind. I swear, I won't forget this time!"
Mika looked at him. She still felt that his words were unreliable, but she still nodded. "Fine… I have martial arts class after school. I'll meet you at the front gate after that? I should be ready at about 7 pm."
As for her training at home, she could tell her brother about it. She had no doubt that he would be able to find an excuse for her should their father ask about it.
Juin nodded. "I'll definitely meet you there!"
…
Once Juin talked to Mika, he went to look for Patrick and John, both of whom he had told to meet him at the rooftop.
"Erm, why do you call us over?" Patrick asked uncertainly as he looked at Juin. He had been feeling uneasy the last few days, especially after John pointed out that Juin was growing bigger and taller.
He could not help but wonder if Juin's physical size was correlated to his strength, because he could actually feel that Juin was stronger now than before. Not just in the bigger equated stronger sense, but the whole package…
In fact, he felt that Juin was almost like a completely different person. Even now, the way Juin stood up straight confidently when facing the two of them, who were still bigger and taller than him, was completely unlike the sniveling little coward who used to run the other way.
"I have something to ask you guys…" Juin said after he activated "Silence". "You guys are part of the Order, right?"
Patrick and John exchanged glances before nodding.
"Tell me something about President Presley…"
Upon hearing the man's name, both of them quickly glanced around before moving closer to Juin, making the three look like a group of gossiping girls.
Once they were sure that no one could hear them, John immediately whispered, "What do you want to know about the president? I'll let you know beforehand, that we don't know much about that guy."
"Noted." Juin nodded. "First thing first… What kind of person is he?"
"We don't really get to hang with him," John said with a frown. "You know, he's a high and mighty being that can easily get rid of us… Even if our parents and all of us combine our strengths, he can still wipe us out just like that!"
He snapped his fingers as he said that word "that".
"He's your president, right? Isn't he supposed to protect you?" Juin asked.
"Apparently, the kid wanted to show off and walked away from his parents in order to chase after the demon himself. But the demon was too smart, and the kid was seriously injured.
"He used the saving card, and President Presley arrived on time and got rid of the demon. He could have saved the kid by fixing him up, but he chose not to because the kid broke the rule."
Patrick then shrugged and said, "As far as he was concerned, he had upheld his side of the bargain."
John nodded. With a low, solemn voice, he added, "I heard my mum talk about that case too. Probably everyone in the Order talked about it then, and probably still do. The kid's parents protested loudly after their son's death… But they disappeared not long after that."
He shuddered slightly and glanced back, as if he was afraid that someone else was watching them at the moment.
"And no one talks about it?" Juin asked. "No one questions their whereabouts?"
Patrick and John both shook their heads.
"No one dares to say anything," John said in a whisper-like voice. "President Presley is extremely powerful, and most people are afraid of him."
Yet it was because of President Presley's fame that members of the other supernatural group left them alone. If the man had been weaker, they would have been under constant ridicule or attack the whole time.
This was a simple fact that even Juin knew, so he did not ask much about it. Instead, he was more curious about something else. "What is he? Is he part werewolf like you guys?"
"No idea…," Patrick said with a shrug. "Up until now, not many people know about his true identity. Only the higher-ups know about it, and by higher-ups, I meant people who are only one rank below him."
He then glanced around and leaned slightly forward to whisper into Juin's ear, "But I heard that President Presley might be a pureblood."
Juin frowned slightly. "Pureblooded?"
"First-generation supernatural creatures. They have some limitations, but in terms of strength, they are more powerful than those with diluted bloodlines."
The Order was a place for supernatural humans, and by right, a pureblooded creature was not supposed to be in their ranks, much less leading them. However, no one was brave enough to challenge President Presley.
"But we can't confirm it," John added onto Patrick's explanation. "I mean, he looks like a normal Earth human, after all, and there hasn't been any fight that requires him to use his full strength, at least none that we know of."
Hearing his words, Juin could not help but sigh loudly. He still did not find out anything about President Presley. Just as he was wondering if he should ask Warlock or Mr. Thompson about it, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Ask them how long has the man been the president���" Lucifer suddenly asked, and Juin obliged.
"Almost 150 years, I think," Patrick said after giving it some thoughts.
Juin gasped at the answer, "150?!"
Saved for the hair, the man looked like he was in his mid-thirties! There wasn't even a wrinkle on his face!
Lucifer sighed and facepalmed himself at Juin's ignorance.
Meanwhile, hearing the disbelief in Juin's tone, John scoffed, "We are supernatural beings. A longer lifespan is normal…"
"But President Presley's features remain the same, don't you think so?" Patrick asked John in a curious tone. "I've seen his pictures from years ago. He still looks the same!"
"Maybe he cast some spells on himself or took some potions to maintain his youth, who knows…" John shrugged. President Presley's unchanging look did not surprise him even a little, since there were many supernatural humans who retained their youthful looks even when they had become grandparents, even great-grandparents.
Juin thought about John's explanation for a while and felt that it made sense. The heck! Everything that he used to think of as fiction was now becoming real, so what wouldn't make sense?
After a while, he shook his head in defeat and asked, "Why didn't you guys join the other groups? I mean, if President Presley no longer protects you guys--"
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Remembering her brother's words, Mika sighed and nodded. She narrowed her eyes at Juin and warned, "Alright, but if you stood me up again--"
"I won't!" Juin immediately said as he stood up straight. "Yesterday was a mistake. I was too preoccupied with something, that's why it slipped my mind. I swear, I won't forget this time!"
Mika looked at him. She still felt that his words were unreliable, but she still nodded. "Fine… I have martial arts class after school. I'll meet you at the front gate after that? I should be ready at about 7 pm."
As for her training at home, she could tell her brother about it. She had no doubt that he would be able to find an excuse for her should their father ask about it.
Juin nodded. "I'll definitely meet you there!"
…
Once Juin talked to Mika, he went to look for Patrick and John, both of whom he had told to meet him at the rooftop.
"Erm, why do you call us over?" Patrick asked uncertainly as he looked at Juin. He had been feeling uneasy the last few days, especially after John pointed out that Juin was growing bigger and taller.
He could not help but wonder if Juin's physical size was correlated to his strength, because he could actually feel that Juin was stronger now than before. Not just in the bigger equated stronger sense, but the whole package…
In fact, he felt that Juin was almost like a completely different person. Even now, the way Juin stood up straight confidently when facing the two of them, who were still bigger and taller than him, was completely unlike the sniveling little coward who used to run the other way.
"I have something to ask you guys…" Juin said after he activated "Silence". "You guys are part of the Order, right?"
Patrick and John exchanged glances before nodding.
"Tell me something about President Presley…"
Upon hearing the man's name, both of them quickly glanced around before moving closer to Juin, making the three look like a group of gossiping girls.
Once they were sure that no one could hear them, John immediately whispered, "What do you want to know about the president? I'll let you know beforehand, that we don't know much about that guy."
"Noted." Juin nodded. "First thing first… What kind of person is he?"
"We don't really get to hang with him," John said with a frown. "You know, he's a high and mighty being that can easily get rid of us… Even if our parents and all of us combine our strengths, he can still wipe us out just like that!"
He snapped his fingers as he said that word "that".
"He's your president, right? Isn't he supposed to protect you?" Juin asked.
"Apparently, the kid wanted to show off and walked away from his parents in order to chase after the demon himself. But the demon was too smart, and the kid was seriously injured.
"He used the saving card, and President Presley arrived on time and got rid of the demon. He could have saved the kid by fixing him up, but he chose not to because the kid broke the rule."
Patrick then shrugged and said, "As far as he was concerned, he had upheld his side of the bargain."
John nodded. With a low, solemn voice, he added, "I heard my mum talk about that case too. Probably everyone in the Order talked about it then, and probably still do. The kid's parents protested loudly after their son's death… But they disappeared not long after that."
He shuddered slightly and glanced back, as if he was afraid that someone else was watching them at the moment.
"And no one talks about it?" Juin asked. "No one questions their whereabouts?"
Patrick and John both shook their heads.
"No one dares to say anything," John said in a whisper-like voice. "President Presley is extremely powerful, and most people are afraid of him."
Yet it was because of President Presley's fame that members of the other supernatural group left them alone. If the man had been weaker, they would have been under constant ridicule or attack the whole time.
This was a simple fact that even Juin knew, so he did not ask much about it. Instead, he was more curious about something else. "What is he? Is he part werewolf like you guys?"
"No idea…," Patrick said with a shrug. "Up until now, not many people know about his true identity. Only the higher-ups know about it, and by higher-ups, I meant people who are only one rank below him."
He then glanced around and leaned slightly forward to whisper into Juin's ear, "But I heard that President Presley might be a pureblood."
Juin frowned slightly. "Pureblooded?"
"First-generation supernatural creatures. They have some limitations, but in terms of strength, they are more powerful than those with diluted bloodlines."
The Order was a place for supernatural humans, and by right, a pureblooded creature was not supposed to be in their ranks, much less leading them. However, no one was brave enough to challenge President Presley.
"But we can't confirm it," John added onto Patrick's explanation. "I mean, he looks like a normal Earth human, after all, and there hasn't been any fight that requires him to use his full strength, at least none that we know of."
Hearing his words, Juin could not help but sigh loudly. He still did not find out anything about President Presley. Just as he was wondering if he should ask Warlock or Mr. Thompson about it, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Ask them how long has the man been the president���" Lucifer suddenly asked, and Juin obliged.
"Almost 150 years, I think," Patrick said after giving it some thoughts.
Juin gasped at the answer, "150?!"
Saved for the hair, the man looked like he was in his mid-thirties! There wasn't even a wrinkle on his face!
Lucifer sighed and facepalmed himself at Juin's ignorance.
Meanwhile, hearing the disbelief in Juin's tone, John scoffed, "We are supernatural beings. A longer lifespan is normal…"
"But President Presley's features remain the same, don't you think so?" Patrick asked John in a curious tone. "I've seen his pictures from years ago. He still looks the same!"
"Maybe he cast some spells on himself or took some potions to maintain his youth, who knows…" John shrugged. President Presley's unchanging look did not surprise him even a little, since there were many supernatural humans who retained their youthful looks even when they had become grandparents, even great-grandparents.
Juin thought about John's explanation for a while and felt that it made sense. The heck! Everything that he used to think of as fiction was now becoming real, so what wouldn't make sense?
After a while, he shook his head in defeat and asked, "Why didn't you guys join the other groups? I mean, if President Presley no longer protects you guys--"
Remembering her brother's words, Mika sighed and nodded. She narrowed her eyes at Juin and warned, "Alright, but if you stood me up again--""I won't!" Juin immediately said as he stood up straight. "Yesterday was a mistake. I was too preoccupied with something, that's why it slipped my mind. I swear, I won't forget this time!"Mika looked at him. She still felt that his words were unreliable, but she still nodded. "Fine I have martial arts class after school. I'll meet you at the front gate after that? I should be ready at about 7 pm."As for her training at home, she could tell her brother about it. She had no doubt that he would be able to find an excuse for her should their father ask about it.Juin nodded. "I'll definitely meet you there!"Once Juin talked to Mika, he went to look for Patrick and John, both of whom he had told to meet him at the rooftop."Erm, why do you call us over?" Patrick asked uncertainly as he looked at Juin. He had been feeling uneasy the last few days, especially after John pointed out that Juin was growing bigger and taller.He could not help but wonder if Juin's physical size was correlated to his strength, because he could actually feel that Juin was stronger now than before. Not just in the bigger equated stronger sense, but the whole packageIn fact, he felt that Juin was almost like a completely different person. Even now, the way Juin stood up straight confidently when facing the two of them, who were still bigger and taller than him, was completely unlike the sniveling little coward who used to run the other way."I have something to ask you guys" Juin said after he activated "Silence". "You guys are part of the Order, right?"Patrick and John exchanged glances before nodding."Tell me something about President Presley"Upon hearing the man's name, both of them quickly glanced around before moving closer to Juin, making the three look like a group of gossiping girls.Once they were sure that no one could hear them, John immediately whispered, "What do you want to know about the president? I'll let you know beforehand, that we don't know much about that guy.""Noted." Juin nodded. "First thing first What kind of person is he?""We don't really get to hang with him," John said with a frown. "You know, he's a high and mighty being that can easily get rid of us Even if our parents and all of us combine our strengths, he can still wipe us out just like that!"He snapped his fingers as he said that word "that"."He's your president, right? Isn't he supposed to protect you?" Juin asked."Apparently, the kid wanted to show off and walked away from his parents in order to chase after the demon himself. But the demon was too smart, and the kid was seriously injured."He used the saving card, and President Presley arrived on time and got rid of the demon. He could have saved the kid by fixing him up, but he chose not to because the kid broke the rule."Patrick then shrugged and said, "As far as he was concerned, he had upheld his side of the bargain."John nodded. With a low, solemn voice, he added, "I heard my mum talk about that case too. Probably everyone in the Order talked about it then, and probably still do. The kid's parents protested loudly after their son's death But they disappeared not long after that."He shuddered slightly and glanced back, as if he was afraid that someone else was watching them at the moment."And no one talks about it?" Juin asked. "No one questions their whereabouts?"Patrick and John both shook their heads."No one dares to say anything," John said in a whisper-like voice. "President Presley is extremely powerful, and most people are afraid of him."Yet it was because of President Presley's fame that members of the other supernatural group left them alone. If the man had been weaker, they would have been under constant ridicule or attack the whole time.This was a simple fact that even Juin knew, so he did not ask much about it. Instead, he was more curious about something else. "What is he? Is he part werewolf like you guys?""No idea," Patrick said with a shrug. "Up until now, not many people know about his true identity. Only the higher-ups know about it, and by higher-ups, I meant people who are only one rank below him."He then glanced around and leaned slightly forward to whisper into Juin's ear, "But I heard that President Presley might be a pureblood."Juin frowned slightly. "Pureblooded?""First-generation supernatural creatures. They have some limitations, but in terms of strength, they are more powerful than those with diluted bloodlines."The Order was a place for supernatural humans, and by right, a pureblooded creature was not supposed to be in their ranks, much less leading them. However, no one was brave enough to challenge President Presley."But we can't confirm it," John added onto Patrick's explanation. "I mean, he looks like a normal Earth human, after all, and there hasn't been any fight that requires him to use his full strength, at least none that we know of."Hearing his words, Juin could not help but sigh loudly. He still did not find out anything about President Presley. Just as he was wondering if he should ask Warlock or Mr. Thompson about it, he felt a tap on his shoulder."Ask them how long has the man been the president" Lucifer suddenly asked, and Juin obliged."Almost 150 years, I think," Patrick said after giving it some thoughts.Juin gasped at the answer, "150?!"Saved for the hair, the man looked like he was in his mid-thirties! There wasn't even a wrinkle on his face!Lucifer sighed and facepalmed himself at Juin's ignorance.Meanwhile, hearing the disbelief in Juin's tone, John scoffed, "We are supernatural beings. A longer lifespan is normal""But President Presley's features remain the same, don't you think so?" Patrick asked John in a curious tone. "I've seen his pictures from years ago. He still looks the same!""Maybe he cast some spells on himself or took some potions to maintain his youth, who knows" John shrugged. President Presley's unchanging look did not surprise him even a little, since there were many supernatural humans who retained their youthful looks even when they had become grandparents, even great-grandparents.Juin thought about John's explanation for a while and felt that it made sense. The heck! Everything that he used to think of as fiction was now becoming real, so what wouldn't make sense?After a while, he shook his head in defeat and asked, "Why didn't you guys join the other groups? I mean, if President Presley no longer protects you guys--"
