There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 387. Daylight Legal Robbery

As a witness for the House Trial case, Zein had to talk to a prosecutor too. Although, since it was a House Trial, they called her the inquisitor. Interestingly, the person was Radia’s aunt--Calix’s younger sister, who was the mother of the sisters Zein met on his first visit to the Peak.

It would be Zein’s first trial, so, much needed to be done to...set an agreed-upon story. They had to cull any part that would implicate Zein instead--like how he almost killed all of his kidnappers. They wanted to take as much as they could from the Horins, so even though he didn’t like it, he had to play the part of a pitiful victim.

"I better gain a lot from this," Zein stared at the prosecutor’s team sharply. He didn’t mind playing tricks, but he didn’t like having to look weak and pathetic--not now that he was a patriarch of a clan.

"Don’t worry, Sir Ishtera," Tilia Mallarch smiled confidently. "We can get you their residential compound if you’d like."

Zein raised his brow, but she had the kind of smile that her mother and nephew had. He pondered about it for a few seconds before replying. "I’d like that," he nodded.

"Then, it shall be done."

Zein wondered if being confident was the trait people with the blood of Mallarc had. Well, it wasn’t a bad deal for him--although he had to make sure someone was with the Elder during the trial, or else the old man might faint from high blood pressure when he heard about how those people kidnapped Zein the first time.

The inquisitor team talked with Senan next; not just as a witness to the second kidnapping attempt, but also as a witness to the Black Viper’s attack in the past. Strangely enough, to tie the past case to the Horins, Bassena would be present as the lawful owner of the Golden Viper’s old log and account books.

"This is interesting," Zein muttered when he knew.

"Right?" Bassena chuckled as he chopped the ingredients for their dinner. "I didn’t think we’d be involved in the trial like this--what do you want to do with the potato?"

"Mashed them," Zein said, with a ferocity that made people question if he was really talking about the potato. "You know what--I’ll do it."

Bassena laughed and slid the bowl of the boiled potato over to Zein’s side, who proceeded to beat the potato as if relieving the day he beat his assaulters. But the esper’s laugh soon ceased as annoyance took place.

"Tsk--I just remembered that I would be there in association with the people who attacked your family," the chopping that he did suddenly turned ferocious too, until he paused to take a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"But you’ll do it to incriminate them, so it’s alright," Zein shrugged.

"I should probably change my name soon, huh?"

Bassena glanced at Zein, who was only smiling subtly in response while mashing their potatoes. There was a certain tension that usually came when someone was tiptoeing around, and Bassena felt both embarrassed and nervous at the same time.

"Just do it if you want to," Zein replied nonchalantly. "Or is it hard to do it?"

"Hmm..."

Bassana bit his lips slightly, pondering about it while he sauteed the vegetable. Hard...was it hard? Of course, it was hard. After all, he didn’t want to just register a new name. He wanted everything that came with that new name--if he was allowed to have it.

If he was allowed to have it.

For that, there was a certain step he must take, and he had a certain scenario and place in mind for that. The thing was... no matter how confident he was, he could never be confident enough to be certain of Zein’s answer.

Even if Zein didn’t give him any negative sign.

Bassena sighed inwardly. Well...it was fine. It wasn’t the time yet. They hadn’t been in this relationship for long, so talking about the next step might feel too fast...too abrupt. He looked at the relationships around him; whether it was Radia and Joon, or even Han Shin and Reina, they had been doing it for years--more than a decade, even.

So he probably shouldn’t be too hasty about it. Besides, there was too much on their plate right now.

"I’m done with the potato," Zein said, breaking Bassena’s wandering thought.

"Ah, can you get me the milk?" Bassena shook his head slightly, decided to push away any unnecessary thoughts for now. "Anyway, I didn’t think you’d be interested in their property."

"Huh?" Zein tilted his head after closing the fridge. "Ah, you mean with the Horins? Well...I’m not above robbing everything I could from them. Doesn’t matter if I had no idea what to do about them afterward."