There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Chapter 297. Treasure Box

The first thing Zein noticed was that Nayla called the esper ’Sena’, the name that was also used by Svadiva.

The second thing was that even though Bassena was sweet and innocent, he was also mischievous in an adorable way.

"Young Master Sena used to be very tricky with what he ate. He liked snacks more, and always wanted to copy what the Madam ate, so the Madam could no longer eat anything spicy."

"He didn’t want to use the child utensil, insisting on using the one for adults."

"When the Madam looked away, he would pour the vegetable he didn’t want to eat to the Madam’s plate."

"Every time Madam had to go away, Young Master would make a lot of reasons to delay her departure. He wouldn’t throw a tantrum, but he would suddenly say he wanted to go to the bathroom, or he wanted to draw with the Madam, or he would ask the Madam to read him a book; anything to make the Madam stay."

Zein listened to the story while the nanny made him a lunch of Salisbury steaks. He had to hold back from laughing while listening to her, feeling the familiar trait persisting even until now; especially the low spicy tolerance and the habit of prolonging departure.

"Did he also do something like hiding her suitcase?" Zein asked after finishing his lunch.

"Oh, how do you know?"

"Just a guess," Zein chuckled, before thanking the nanny for the lunch.

He was about to climb the stairs back to the living room to rest when Nayla called out for him. "Thank you," she said, adding when Zein looked at her in confusion. "To bring Young Master Sena back."

Not the esper Bassena Vaski, but the sweet and innocent Young Master Sena--her smile seemed to tell Zein that. Well, he didn’t particularly feel like he did anything worthy of praise, but he was also glad that he could meet this side of Bassena.

Leaning back on the sofa and watching the fish swimming around the tank, Zein suddenly recalled a vague dream about living in that lakehouse, where his parents were well and beautiful and alive. Where everything was perfect.

Well, almost. It would be perfect if Bassena was there.

He started to wonder about what possible scenario could happen that would allow him to meet Bassena in that other, perfect world. There was a possibility that they might meet in the academy, because guides from the temples had practical training in Esper’s academy.

Now that would be interesting. A teenage Zein with a happy childhood, and a teenage Bassena that only started to calm down after constantly being taught a lesson by Joon and Radia. Would they get interested in each other like they do now? Would they end up going home with each other’s link account? Would something spark between them?

Oh, it was fun thinking about that. Thinking about adolescents’ love, where the feelings were pure and they only thought about getting together without being scolded by their parents--or, in Bassena’s case, by his clan.

But it wouldn’t be fair if it was only Zein’s parents that got revived. What if Svadiva was also alive? What if she could get away from the Vaski and take Bassena away? The sweet, innocent Sena.

Sena...it felt good on his tongue. Zein wondered what Bassena would say if he started calling the esper that.

Would they still meet in that situation, though? Faraway in different places. Rather than meeting as an esper and a guide, there was a high possibility of them meeting as the heir to an Old House and the prince of the Southern Kingdom. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Zein smirked--what a fairy tale.

Ah...thinking about all of those possibilities was fun, but also made Zein miss his esper. Looking down at his soaked clothes from all the sweat he excreted thanks to the medicine, Zein went inside the bathroom and decided to have a real warm shower, and rummaged through Bassena’s closet to look for the esper’s shirt because he missed his boyfriend.

"Oh?" Zein raised his brow when he took a look at the corner of the closet. There was a box there, a familiar one, which was his. The box that was filled with his family’s keepsakes, both the Ishtera and the twin.

What attracted his attention was another box tucked behind his. It was smaller, like a big jewelry box, made of precious metal and exquisite engraving. Different from his box, which only being locked by a normal padlock, this smaller box was locked with a sealing formation. If Zein wasn’t mistaken, it was made so that only certain people with registered mana sequences could open it.

"Must be his," Zein muttered. Well, who else would own this kind of secure, expensive box?

If it was Bassena’s...Zein wondered if the content was similar to his own box; keepsakes. Perhaps things that were left behind by Svadiva. Zein chuckled and reached out to caress the box, and heard a whirring sound--like gears moving and clicking beneath the lid.

"What--"