There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 202. Cocktail of Entropy

"I’m tired of mentioning them, but first--" Bassena raised his index finger and said in an annoyed tone. "Celestia."

"Mm," Zein stirred the coffee in his cup, waiting for the sugar to melt while his mind went back to the memories they were all sharing in Rexon. But it had been months and there was no other news, so he kind of forgot about them. "Do you think they’ll still try to take me?"

"They’ve never stopped, you know."

Zein paused his stirring, turning his head to look at Bassena with a raised brow. The esper looked pissed while absentmindedly chewing on a sour patch.

"Huh..."

Zein shifted his gaze to Jock, who, as always, came as his bodyguard. Since they were in a private setting, Jock wasn’t stubbornly standing by the door anymore. Moreover, it was inherently Mortix building, and Bassena was present, so he even allowed himself to have a light drink in the bar with Lex.

"Is that so?" Zein asked.

"The policy is to never let the charge know unless it’s dire enough," Jock answered with a calm smile.

"I see," Zein glanced outside through the window, wondering how many people Radia sent this time.

He had stopped trying to spot them, and just let them do the work. Actually, he had thought they weren’t there anymore since there hadn’t been any disturbance. But it seemed like the lack of disturbance was instead due to their active involvement.

"Well, thanks anyway,"

Jock nodded with a smile and continued to enjoy his drink. Zein turned to Bassena again with narrowed eyes.

"So you knew about that and never told me?"

Bassena stiffened, a sour patch dangling from his lips as he froze under those piercing blue eyes. He even gulped, sensing the disturbance in the air.

"Umm...we thought...you don’t have to be concerned about things like that..."

"Yeah?" Zein tilted his head, totally unimpressed. "And yet you told me I shouldn’t keep things?"

"I’m sorry!"

Bassena Vaski, the Saint-class esper, was seen kneeling on the floor begging for forgiveness--that would be the headline if there was a reporter hanging around the place. He wasn’t just begging for forgiveness, though, but also proceeded to lay his head on a guide’s lap and clutch the said guide’s waist, whining.

"I’ll ask Radia to keep you updated, so...sorry?"

Zein stared at the blinking amber eyes and downturned brows, which he proceeded to flick. "You’re acting cute deliberately, now?"

The esper continued to blink his eyes wordlessly, looking innocent even with his big frame. And Zein had to admit he enjoyed this view very much. "Stay there and tell me the rest," he stroked the platinum hair and managed to hide his smile while giving his order.

And Bassena happily obliged, sitting on the floor between Zein’s legs. "Since they finally have you in the same building, they’ll probably try to do something again."

"If it’s anything like that girl did, it’ll be quite amusing," Zein snickered, recalling the weird girl that blabbered on and on about something that Zein no longer remembered. He just recalled thinking that the girl was silly and haughty. "Anyone else?"

"The guide’s rights movement group will make contact for sure, but Radia said you can decide for yourself about this matter," Bassena laid on his cheek and tapped the side of Zein’s thigh while organizing his memory. "The others won’t make any move to touch you, I think, but..."

Bassena paused and frowned, hugging the guide’s leg tighter.

"What?"

With a stiff tone and annoyed face, he grumbled. "They’ll be really interested in you,"

"Hmm..."

"You don’t really have to worry about the espers, but if there are royals..."

"Royals?"

Bassena pulled back slightly to raise his head, showing clearly the annoyance on his face as he replied. "This means they’re important people; politicians, princes and princesses of Great Houses," he paused for a bit, before adding hesitatingly. "Especially if they knew you’re one of them..."

Zein arched his brow. "Do they even know?"

"They would have people monitoring the family registry of great clans," Bassena chewed the inside of his cheek, lips twisted in distaste.

"House Ishtera is not exactly a great clan..."

"But they are once one of the sixteen Great Houses, and you are the only living descendant," Bassena sighed. "Some people might take notice."

Just like how his mother’s family noticed his existence despite being in another nation. Bassena stiffened when he recalled this fact--he hadn’t told Zein about this too.

"You think...one of them would be the patron?" Zein noticed the worry laying underneath that annoyance.

Bassena shoved his thought for later and nodded at Zein’s question. "I can only think so. If there’s a force big enough to order the Vaski like a servant, it makes sense if they are from the Old Houses."

"Woow...you guys are still disgustingly sweet, huh?" Rina’s cheerful voice reverberated from the door as she casually invaded the suite. And even while Bassena gave her mean eyes, she still nonchalantly hugged Zein from behind the couch and giggled. "You can’t hog our guide for yourself, Commander."