There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Chapter 331. A Warm Up

Varion blinked, stunned more by the fact that someone slapped him than the pain from the slap itself.

"What..." he was confused for a few seconds before rage took over. "Son of a bitch--you dare--"

SLAP!

Another crisp, loud sound reverberated inside the room and Varion’s head turned in the other direction. The stinging sensation now came from both sides of his face.

"Leave my mother out of your dirty mouth."

The low, cold voice was just as he heard through the television. Varion gritted his teeth and was about to get up, only to realize that his limbs were heavily restricted by pitch-black tendrils. And just as he was about to open his mouth, the same tendrils covered his mouth like a gag.

"You...are stupid, aren’t you?" the blue eyes narrowed. "I’m here standing while you’re on your knees, yet it didn’t occur to you that you’re in trouble? Is it arrogance, or just plain stupidity?"

"Hggh!"

"Ah, whatever," the guide cracked his neck, and without any warning gave Varion another backhand slap. "That one is for you being stupid. In the meantime, try to use your brain while I have my fill, hmm?"

"Stop this! We have agreed! We agreed that you won’t touch him!"

Varion widened his eyes. He knew that voice; that was his father. He tried to turn his head, but his attempt was blocked by another slap.

"No? That wasn’t what we agreed?" the voice that replied belonged to Radia Mallarc. "We agreed for him to apologize, and we agreed to let the one who is wronged decide what is enough."

"Mallarc--"

"Besides, Belthera," Radia grabbed the old man’s shoulder, speaking in a casual tone as if they were just a pair of friends talking about the weather. "There was no agreement about healing him, no? But you wanted us to, no? So there should be a price..." the crimson eyes gleamed. "...no?"

Darleon looked at the summoner and recalled the face of the man who made a threat to him in the fishing pond. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists--the only thing he could do whilst being restrained. "You--you demon!"

"Aww...you make me blush," Radia patted the old man’s shoulder with a refreshing smile.

"Demon, huh?" the guide chuckled; the cold eyes which had been subjected to the son were now found the father. "You can’t be seriously worried about an esper getting hit by a mere guide."

A blatant mockery could be heard from the guide’s low tone, but Darleon could not refute how ridiculous it was to be concerned about an esper in front of a guide. No matter how strong the guide was, it would be his hand that got hurt from hitting an esper’s study physique. As proof, the guide was massaging his wrist right now, causing Darleon’s protest to lodge inside his throat with no outlet.

"But if you’re so worried, then sure," the guide continued, giving his command to the healer. "Shin, heal him."

"Eeh? I don’t want to!" the healer whined, crossing his arms and pouting. But the blue eyes stared at him, and, after three seconds, the healer relented while clicking his tongue. "Tsk--fine."

He stretched out his hand and the slight bruises on Varion’s faded in no time with a glow from healing mana, prompting the esper’s eyes to widen--he certainly didn’t think they would truly heal him.

Once the healing was done, the healer stared at the guide, pursing his lips. "There; are you satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you," the guide smiled; beautiful, if it wasn’t for the coldness in those eyes. "Now, since he’s healed..."

SLAP!

Another cracking sound reverberated inside the room, and once again, Varion had to experience the searing humiliation on his face and his pride.

"Please!"

The pleading voice his father made only hurt Celestia’s Guoldmaster further. "You--you damn guide--argh!"

The rest of his words, however, met their end in another slap. "I told you to use your brain, Va...whatever your name is," the guide sighed exasperatedly. "For you to still run your mouth...it’s like you want me to keep hitting you."

With gritted teeth, Varion snapped through tore lips. "Fuck! You think I will bend by this kind of--"

SLAM!

This time, it wasn’t a slap. No, it was a slap, but it contained much more power than before. The slap did not belong to a mere guide; there was power in it, like an esper’s hit. The force of it sent Varion’s body to the ground.

"I see now why Celestia is the way it is right now," the guide cracked his knuckles, and Varion could feel mana flowing through those arms. "It’s you, huh, the one who taught other espers that guides are nothing more than a convenient tool."

Widening his eyes in shock, Varion tried to get up, only for him to get slammed back to the ground. The power behind that hand felt like something exerted by a four-star esper.