Cold Man And Miss Stone
61. Cut The Bullshit

Samuel didn't expect this.

He knew there must have been casualties from his side in the shootout yesterday, but Samuel's focus was more on Emilia, herself, and Ryo. Samuel did not include the people of Emilia in his calculations.

And it seems that Emilia is also too focused on Argantana's people.

"Where are their bodies?" Emilia replied after a long silence. At first glance it seemed calm, but Samuel saw the tip of Emilia's fingers shaking.

"I ordered them to burn the place down as soon as we left." Samuel gulped. "Nothing's left."

God fucking. Emilia would never forgive him after this.

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

Samuel's mouth didn't even dare to say an apology. Although he ordered the building burned to cover up the incident, it still meant that he ordered the bodies of Emilia's confidants burned.

"Emilia—"

"I want to be alone."

This time, without being able to argue, Samuel left with Ryo.

...*...

After studying many lessons from Mahesa, the main thing he taught one of them was death.

Death is certainty. The death of anyone, be it Emilia was also Mahesa herself. Therefore Emilia was quite confident that she would understand even if someone suddenly died.

But something inside him seemed to be pierced hearing the words of Samuel's subordinates.

Not likely. Darto and Mutia are clearly still there. They were still waiting for Emilia's orders.

"I'm probably playing too much." Emilia let out a small breath. Groped something in a small bag that Mahesa had prepared for her.

From inside there, Emilia activated the phone. He only had to wait for Nine to contact him, because Emilia did not know how to use a cell phone.

"You're using his emergency communications device?"

"I need to talk to Mutia and Darto."

On the other side of the call, Nine clenched her mouth. Moving to take the lollipop because his mouth suddenly needs sweets.

"What are you waiting for? Call them."

"Well." Nine threw herself into her chair. "Listen up, Emilia. I know it hurts—" [Alright. Listen, Emilia. I know it's hard—]

"Cut the bullsh*t. I said I need to talk. Now." [Stop the bullshit. I said I need to talk. Now.]

"You're talking nonsense." Emilia clutched her throbbing head. "Stop messing around. Call them."

"All right." Nine sighed. "You forced me, so I'll tell you the truth. You reject reality. They're dead, so open your eyes and look at the truth."

Emilia rubbed her face rough. He trembled, but tried hard to breathe regularly. Not knowing why, Emilia walked back and forth in the room.

Head dizzy. It was difficult to focus even though he tried hard to understand the situation.

"Connect me to them. Let me talk on this phone."

"Emilia, it's not funny, you do know that. So stop it." [Emilia, it's not funny, you know. So stop.]

Emilia looked up. He clenched his hand and kept trying to breathe.

What the hell is he saying? Emilia just wanted to talk to Mutia and Darto. He has not given direct command for a long time. They both must be worried about Emilia.

"Connect me to Senior."

"No."

"I command you." Emilia growling. "I need to talk to Senior."

"You know Mahesa hates this attitude of yours. You want to call him and say you want to talk to the dead?"

"That's not true. I'm just—"

"They're dead, Emilia. They both died. Do I make myself clear? Hm?" [Have I made it clear?]

Emilia lost control of her own breathing. The girl had dyspnea, kneeling clutching her aching chest.

Everything is spinning in the head. About how he focused too much on Samuel and Argantana Ahkam, to the point that he forgot that his business was not just on them.

"Emilia."

It took Emilia time to control her breathing. Once completely calm and able to control herself, Emilia looked up at the ceiling of the room.

"Emilia?"

"I'll finish Ahkam."

".... Alright. Give us two days."

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