Poison Eve
Chapters-157

Dark purple patches floated in front of Nazareth's eyes. Part of him wanted to drown again in the darkness, but the other part of him struggled to be fully conscious.

Gradually the purple patches faded, turning gray.

The fog thinned, and appeared a white color with regular curves from the dome of a building.

At first it looks far away. Then it gets closer.

Getting close…

Getting specific.

He tried to move his fingers and felt something warm in his grasp.

His head rolled to the side.

Evelyn's head drooped beside her, on the edge of the bed. One hand held Nazareth's hand, while the other folded his head.

Nazareth smiled gently.

He remembered the mutation-protective elf clenching his back and poisoning him. But along with that Evelyn regained her senses and held all the heads of the snake to remain on Nazareth's back then turned them into plant tendrils and reabsorbed the poison.

After that, he remembered nothing more.

The medical experts who were in charge of the committee took Nazareth to the Medicine Hall in the same building. But Nazareth is okay. Just waiting for the rumination.

Everyone in the capital square and the Noble Hall of the two countries, were unaware of what was happening.

Nazareth wore a dark robe with a headscarf as it darted into the middle of the arena, which everyone later concluded was one of Morfeus Academy's guardians.

Nazareth withdrew his hand slowly from Evelyn's grasp, pulled her body up carefully then stepped down from the bed without leaving a sound. He held Evelyn and laid her on the bed.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but he could see the sky was already so dark out there.

It's night!

Then he decided to lie back on his bed, then fell asleep while hugging Evelyn.

Towards midnight, four dark-robed women, complete with headgear and face veils, burst into the treatment hall in uniform movements.

The four women were known to everyone as the therapists of the Order of Angelos who took place as the committee.

They have a regular schedule during the tournament, taking care of the injured participants in the fight.

Every midnight they would comb through all the treatment rooms to check on their patients.

No one had ever seen their faces, so when others disguised themselves as them, no one suspected them.

Now the women entered the room of Nazareth.

Not the real therapist!

And when they saw Evelyn in one bed with Nazareth, asleep in the man's arms, the women gasped and exchanged glances. Instantly become doubtful.

For a moment none of the four women knew what to do.

I don't know which one is their target, but the sight makes the women almost undo their intentions.

One of them urged with sign language that only their fellows could understand.

Then they approached slowly to the bed, settled down silently and bowed behind Nazareth.

When one of them reached out his hand, the bed suddenly darkened and…

GLAAAAAAARRRH!

The golden-coloured circular light burst forth with strong winds that sent the women crashing against the wall.

The whole room now only looks white.

As soon as the dazzling light gradually dissipated, the figures of Nazareth and Evelyn were already not in bed.

The women flinched and scattered out through the window.

Nazareth and Evelyn floated above the knights, standing still in the air resting on the magic circle.

Evelyn was still asleep in Nazareth's arms. One of Nazareth's hands was coiled around Evelyn's waist, while the other hand sucked the girl's face into her chest.

"Clean!" nazareth's command in a thin whisper similar to the wind.

The knights charged towards the women, slashing their swords simultaneously.

GRAAAKKK!

A number of sword eyes were clinging to the necks of the women, while their bodies were being ambushed by a strand of chains here and there. One of them managed to escape by disappearing.

In the next instant, the knights disappeared with their captives.

The Cultural Hall grounds are back. There are no signs of any uproar.

Nazareth floated towards the tower and landed their feet on the edge of the balcony.

Evelyn was still asleep in her arms.

Nazareth rubbed the back of the girl's head while smiling faintly.

"Eve, wakeup!"

Evelyn heard the whisper. He put his hands on Nazareth's back and lowered his face deeper.

Nazareth smiled again, then peaked Evelyn's head.

In Evelyn's mind, Nazareth held her unconscious.

Like it was noon!

He also heard the same whisper.

"Wake up!"

And when he opened his eyes, Nazareth was already slumped in his arms.

So, when he heard the whisper again, he thought Nazareth was still unconscious.

He himself is unconscious.

Nazareth lowered Evelyn's body slowly to sit on the floor while he himself crouched down while still hugging her. "Wake up" he whispered again.

Evelyn blinked and opened her eyes in a jerk, then frowned. He pulled his face away from Nazareth's chest and gasped. "Earths?" his hiss with a raucous voice typical of sleepy people. "You awake?"

"You are awake" whispered Nazareth half-chuckling.

Evelyn jerked her head to the side, turning her head to and fro, her panicked gaze sweeping around. "Did I hurt you again?" tanyanya.

"No," Nazareth replied as he rubbed Evelyn's head gently. Smile warmed. "I'm the one who's hurting you now."

Evelyn looked up and was flabbergasted. "Are you trying to make me an offering to Michael?" he asked again, still in a strangled whisper.

Nazareth chuckled thinly. "Here, I am the archangel!"

The head of the Order of Angelos, the Son of Light, is synonymous with the Archangel.

Evelyn turned her attention away from Michael's statue, then turned to Nazareth. His face turned grim. "I'm sorry" he whispered.

Nazareth smiled sadly, "No! It's my fault" she whispered as she pulled Evelyn's head back to her chest. "I shouldn't have taken you there."

"If you don't take me there, I won't know how close you are to another girl!" sergeant Evelyn while pulling her face away from Nazareth's chest. His face changed rapidly.

"I'm not that close, Eve!" nazareth quipped in a soft coaxing voice. "I love you so much" he confessed. "You look excited when I talk about fairy humans. I thought I might be able to please you a little."

Evelyn's face loosened, she slid her face back into Nazareth's chest willingly. "I hate that you're close to another woman" he muttered in a sulking tone.

"Stupid girl!" Nazareth smiled faintly, then rubbed Evelyn's head again. "You don't think I hate him?"

Evelyn smiled at him.