Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Call of Help

Chapter 241 – Call of Help

Love looked at this scene for a long while, her eyes unmoved as she watched the woman humiliate herself for a bit of EP.

She twisted her lips in silent disgust, wondering how low one must fall to be ready to go even lower for some points.

One thing was certain: she would rather die with her dignity than squander it in order to live one more wretched life.

However, none of that was her concern. The life of a commoner wasn’t worth her attention.

She whirled her attention back to Klaus, took one step to close the distance. Raising her left leg, she brought it down onto his face with a bang, straight to his nose.

A crack echoed, his nose shattered, blood gushed, and Klaus gurgled and spasmed in pain, his mind still caught between two states, making all his movements sluggish and weak.

"This is for what you did to my teeth." Love hissed, raising her other leg but immediately halting mid-motion.

Her left eye twitched as she felt a presence rushing straight toward them at a speed far too fast.

Her body acted before her mind fully registered the situation.

She swept her pink eyes between the nameless woman and the bulky man, gaze dead cold.

"Run. One word about me and I will make your lives hell. I can, and I will."

Without another word, enhancement runes activated all over her body. With one last look at Klaus, she laughed coldly and blurred out of the crime scene.

The woman scrambled up, taking with her the last shred of her dignity, and ran to get away, her body more than naked, her tears falling faster and faster.

The bulky man, for his part, took his hammer and disappeared into the shadows, his presence oddly faint for a being of his stature.

In an instant, the scene was left empty except for Klaus, still on the ground, shivering as if the wind had suddenly turned too cold.

A few breaths later, a person appeared on the scene.

It was a woman with a white mask on her face.

It was Nafissatou, the Magician.

"What happened here?" She muttered under her breath, casting her gaze around. She saw the ripped clothes, the droplets of blood and footprints, and finally...

"...oh my." Nafissatou exclaimed in surprise, seeing Klaus twitching on the ground.

She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to disappear and act as if she had seen nothing, or to help him.

’But why should I help him?’

Nafissatou knew very well why.

It was true that she didn’t like Klaus at all.

He was arrogant, petty, and condescending. Everything she hated in a man, considering who her father was and what he’d done to her.

But there was a benefit in helping this arrogant bastard who had threatened her back at the Entrance Test.

’Cassius,’ she thought, approaching Klaus slowly, ’he still hasn’t come to me, but I know he will. And I’ve been living in fear and apprehension, waiting for that day like an apprentice awaiting her master’s verdict on a spell she created.’

It was agonizing.

She had thought multiple times of meeting him herself and bringing all this to light, but never knew how.

Now she knew.

Arriving beside Klaus, she crouched down and looked closer at him. His eyes were opening and closing, his mouth quivering slightly, as if he were bathing in ice.

His nose was broken, blood painted his mouth and chin. And at the back of his head, Nafissatou noticed a wound deep enough to leave a scar.

Not only that.

She lowered her head and saw his pants were down. She frowned behind her mask.

’What happened here?’

Now she was curious about the reasons behind all of this. But reining in her curiosity, she searched his body and managed to pull out his phone.

Relieved that it unlocked by fingerprint, she managed to open it swiftly.

"Cassius...Cassius....where’s his number? He must have his friend’s number, right?"

But Nafissatou found not a single contact named Cassius. She looked again, thinking he might not have saved Cassius under his own name.

With that in mind, she found a contact titled: "Bastard Friend"

Finding no other contact likely to be Cassius’s, Nafissatou took a leap of faith and pressed the call button, her heart suddenly pounding.

She was always afraid when she needed to talk to Cassius.

Always.

That man was frightening in a way few could sense.

After a few rings, however, a voice echoed inside her mind, surprised and happy.

"Klaus? Man, how are you!" Cassius said, enthusiasm dripping from his tone.

Nafissatou gulped down a mouthful of saliva before speaking, "...it’s not Klaus."

Dead silence.

She continued quickly, "...it’s me, Nafissatou. I have—!"

"How do you have Klaus’s phone?" His voice was razor sharp, cutting through her words like a blade.

She pressed her lips together, wondering since when she had become this weak and meek, and spoke, "Your friend Klaus has been attacked. I found him lying on the ground in the streets. I called you because you are—!"

"Where?" He asked straightaway.

"W-What?"

"I said, where are you?"

Nafissatou looked around, not knowing where she was. She had only come here because her Omniscient Skill had caught something. Besides, she was still new to the Academy.

Cassius guessed as much from her prolonged silence, and took another approach, "Send me your location. You can do that, at least, can’t you?"

"Oh, yes! I can!"

"I’m waiting."

He hung up immediately.

Nafissatou exhaled loudly before sending the location, wondering if she had made the right decision.

"I hate this Kingdom."

...

Inside his room, Cassius looked at the location Nafissatou had sent with cold, empty eyes.

He lifted his head and saw his aunt in front of him, cocking her head.

"Did something happen?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied, dialing his master’s number, "and I’m afraid I have to go now. But thank you for your insight, Aunt."

He forced out a smile.

"I made a lot of progress in the past few hours."

Just as he said that, his master answered her phone.

"This late?" She said immediately, though her voice didn’t sound sleepy at all.

Cassius wondered if his master ever slept.

"The runes on my body." He said softly, "Turn them off for a moment, Master."

"Why?"

"Urgent matters."

"How urgent?"

"Urgent enough that I need my full power."

Mallory paused, feeling the weight behind his words, and sighed, "Should I expect some pain coming my way?"

Cassius smiled faintly, "If pain is involved, it won’t be me feeling it."

His master audibly rolled her eyes, and then suddenly he felt the weakened state of his body completely dissolve, his power surging like a snake, giving him back all his strength and senses.

Without taking the time to savor that feeling, he gave one last nod to his aunt before storming away, eyes hardened.

Taking the runic elevator, he arrived straight at the lowest floor, and there Cassius halted for a second, seeing a familiar face.

Coco Jones.

Her face was thick with makeup, so thick it was dripping with sweat and...tears?

Yes, Cassius confirmed, it was tears.

And because of that, this time his eyes were able to notice the bruises and the deep tiredness held within them.

She was limping and shaking, coughing every now and then. However, the moment she saw him, her eyes brightened like stars.

"Angel!!!" She shrieked in joy, her voice a complete mismatch to her deplorable state, "How are you! I’m so happy to see you again! Did you enjoy the breakfast last time?!"

Cassius would have loved to talk to her, even to ask more about her situation and why she was so beaten up.

But the thought of his friend attacked and sprawled on some random street was gnawing deep into his mind.

Once more, he forced out a smile, "Thanks for asking after my wellbeing, Coco. I’ve been doing good, and I hope you have been too."

"Oh, of course, hahah! I’m doing perfectly! I was just studying late for tomorrow’s class! What about the breakfast? Did you like it?"

"It was perfect." He said, already moving past her, tapping her shoulder gently, "I’ll surely invite you one day to thank you, but I’m in quite a hurry right now. Let’s meet again, Coco, shall we? It was nice seeing you again."

By the time he finished speaking, Cassius had already blurred out of sight, his speed too fast for Coco to witness.

She stood there, looking at the spot where Cassius had just tapped her shoulder, her face splitting into a wide smile.

"Invite me?" She shrieked in joy, laughing, "Angel said he’ll invite me! And he remembered my name! He called me Coco! Me!"

Coco continued to squeal as she stepped inside the runic elevator, allowing herself to limp and groan again, yet her smile never wore off.

Wide and beautiful, filled with happiness.

Once inside, she pressed button seven and slid weakly down to sit on the floor.

"Today the pain is lighter." She whispered, smiling, hugging herself.

She didn’t know whether it was her tolerance that had increased, or the meeting with Angel.

Either way...

"I...need to heal myself and my face before Angel invites me. I also need to hide my bruises and scars." Coco whispered, eyes drooping in exhaustion.

"Still...Angel was worried, wasn’t he? Did something happen?"

She frowned slightly. And as her mind slipped into dreamland, one last thought echoed inside her:

’I...hope he’s okay.’

—End of Chapter 241—