There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Chapter 380. A Stack of Memories

"Would he be alright?"

When the question was asked, Radia paused for a second. He shared a glance with Zein, whose lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, my sweet younglings," Radia chuckled as he looked at Bassena and Han Shin, who immediately pursed their lips while looking confused. "How innocent you are."

"Don’t patronize me."

Zein smiled and patted his esper’s arm. "You can’t possibly believe Han Joon is that vulnerable? The man who mentored you in hand-to-hand combat?"

"Well..."

Radia leaned back on his chair and laughed, ruffling the confused healer. "You still have this image of him that was so...gentle, courteous, a role model of morals and ethics," he smiled. "But that, sweet child, was just a facade, don’t you see? His play to be good enough to maintain his rank and access, but not exceptional enough to be noticed."

"All this time...he’d been pretending?" Han Shin narrowed his eyes. He did feel that his brother was rather different the last time they met, but...he had thought it was nothing but nerves.

After all, his beloved hyung had been nothing but gentle and kind to him. A generous and valiant soul.

"Well, I wouldn’t say he was pretending in his love for you," Radia said reassuringly. "But the rest?"

At that moment, the crimson eyes dimmed. "He’d been doing it all his life, hiding what was really inside his mind. You," he looked at the healer. "You should know it too." _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Han Shin bit his lips and lowered his eyes, staring hard at the beautiful wooden table. Did he know? Of course, he did, if he took his time to think about it. His silent hyung, always bearing everything alone, buried all feelings and emotions deep so as to not anger their wicked father.

He let out a long sigh and took a piece of chocolate to console himself.

With curled lips, Radia leaned forward, staring into Han Shin and Bassena’s eyes. "Now, there’s no need for him to pretend anymore, no need to maintain his image for his mission and...to appease that person. His only family member is a five-star esper in affiliation with Trinity and Mortix, who will be in the Deathzone in a few months," the crimson eyes glinted like the surface of the lake. "Now, he’s free."

Zein chuckled. It was quite funny to say a man was free when he was inside a prison, but there was nothing but the truth in that statement. The black eyes he saw the other day were no longer the void the man usually wore; they were sparkling, gleaming with life.

"So, you’re telling me that if anyone wants to mess with him, he’ll respond in kind?" Bassena tilted his head.

"In kind? No," Radia raised his brow before leaning back and propped his elbow on the armrest. "Oh no; he’ll give them hell."

"Huh..."

"What a jolly conversation we’re having," Zein leaned back and looked up; a peaceful smile across his lips.

Bassena gently held the guide’s hand, and Zein received it while closing his eyes. Watching Zein on the dock, with the bright blue sky and the lake as a backdrop, fluttering petals falling around him like confetti, Han Shin couldn’t help but smile.

"You look at home," the healer said, propping his chin on the table. "This place is--how does Reina say it...aesthetically fit you?"

"That’s an improvement," Zein chuckled. His ’aesthetic’, as people said it, used to be the harsh battlefield.

Fit him, huh? Zein recalled what Senan told him earlier. "I was given a name here," he said, to which the healer gasped. "Probably conceived here too."

"No wonder!" Han Shin swept his gaze across the estate.

"And? Will you continue to live here?" Radia tilted his head, looking at the couple who looked very much cozy in there.

Zein glanced at Bassena, who was just shrugging in response. The esper did say he would follow what Zein wanted. "No," he said. "How can I do my work from here?"

"You can commute," Radia glanced toward the direction of the helipad.

"And waste how many hours? No--this place is better as a vacation home," Zein smiled in contentment as he looked at the white house and colorful garden.

"A vacation house?" Han Shin raised his brow. "You’re not going to live here in the future? You know...after the Deathzone?"

At that, Zein glanced at Bassena, flicking their intertwined hand. "This one told me he’ll build a new house for us."

"Sounds like a proposal."

"Ahem," Bassena cleared his throat, glaring at the healer. He looked back at Zein then, and spoke in an attempt to let the topic slide by. "But talking about vacation house, we can take a real vacation and spend a few days here."

Radia raised his teacup. "Sounds like a plan. We all need a rest after everything."

"But it’s not yet concluded, isn’t it? Not everything," Zein exhaled slowly. "There’s still the trial."