The Another Soul
Ch. 68 [Request II]

"I'm just asking you to accompany me today."

"No! I have to go to school!"

"You can make a fool out of it."

"Heh. I've only been in one day, and then I'm ditching?"

"Isn't that common among young people?"

"Sorry miss. But I'd rather go to school than be with you all day."

A heated debate took place at the dinner table.

The chuckling Sergio did not want to accompany Dewi Nyra. And it was Dewi Nyra who forced Sergio to accompany her during school hours.

Sergio is right. He did not want his school hours to be disrupted.

But Dewi Nyra did not accept the rejection from Sergio's mouth.

A true characteristic of a Goddess.

Orga, Fahrez, and Rakka just eat their breakfast quietly (More precisely try to calm down.)

Just imagine. A killing aura kept on coming out from a Lafi Rior. Ium Dewi Nyra's.

And of course Sergio doesn't realise it. This was exactly the same as the incident at the restaurant. Where Sergio first met the god Agni.

The one where Natili unleashed a huge murderous aura just for spying on God Agni.

But it's strange that Sergio doesn't seem to care. Either he felt that murderous lust or not.

But that's for sure. Sergio loves to find new enemies.

"Then I will disguise myself as a student at your school!"

"As soon as you are!"

And this debate ended in an instant.

Really kid.

Fahrez took a large piece of pancake covered with honey. He ate it in one mouthful. Then he chewed it solemnly. Engage not caring about the tension-filled aura that is on the dining table.

"Sugar food~ sweet~ I love pancake~"

Fahrez even made an impromptu song about Rakka's pancakes. It looks like a child indeed, but it looks a little dilute the atmosphere.

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"For Argen."

"WAA-PAG....! What's wrong with your face?!" shocked Argen.

Sergio, who has just arrived at school after a long debate, has five fingerprints on his right cheek.

Sergio stroked it slowly. Still a little sore.

He did not know that the power of the Goddess of Nature could not be underestimated.

Yep. The one who slapped Sergio was Goddess Nyra who was upset because of all the arguments she was about by Sergio.

"There's a mosquito on my face" replied Sergio Ngasal.

"That's impossible! You must have been slapped by a woman, right?"

'That's right.'

Sergio glanced at Argen sharply, "Can you read my mind?"

Argen laughed at Sergio's innocent speech. "It turns out to be true of a woman. What have you done, huh? Cheating?"

"Am I that bad?!"

Argen shrugged both of his shoulders, "Who knows, right? Outside it looks cool, but inside a big-time playboy."

BUKKP...

"It hurts!"

Sergio grunting. He had just given a fist towards Argen's stomach. Of course it's just a playful fist.

But it still hurts.

"Day two. Y-you've hit people ugh..."

"You started first."

"See Atra. The two men who discussed something strange."

The two of them immediately turned to the origin of the voice-on the back of Sergio who was still standing near the table.

Deiva with his gloomy aura as well as his golden yellow eyes looked at Sergio sharply.

Atra behind him smiled slightly seeing the reaction of this close friend of his.

"For Sergio" said Atra kindly.

"Morning" reply.

"Only Atra did you greet?" deiva ketus.

Sergio stared flat at Deiva, then "Are you greeting me first?"

Okay Sergio. Looks like you're asking for a long debate part 2. I really like to look for enemies.

"Hei Dei's. What about the duty given by sir?"

Deiva glanced at Argen "Of course-"

"He hasn't done it yet. I'm sure it is" cut Atra.

"Attra!" deiva protest.

Argen smiled mockingly at Deiva, "What more punishment are you going to get this time? I'm curious."

"Maybe just be told to sit all day next to sir."

Deiva twists the eyeballs, caught off guard by the innuendos of this fellow soldier. "He's too lustful."

Atra and Argen looked at Deiva like 'You're kidding!' that's what they see in both eyes.

While Sergio who was in the middle of them could only frown here.

Who was discussed by these three new friends?

"Diva! Your future husband has come!" said one of the students in this class.

Deiva's face just blushed. It looks like anger and shame.

Sergio turned his gaze towards the entrance of the classroom.

Taps... Taps...

Sergio felt an aura that could not be described by him. Looks great, and.... Luminous. But there was a slight aura that made anyone comfortable.

The man had long shoulder-length hair and was left unraveled. His dark green hair color looks harmonious with his yellow gold eyes. Not to mention the pale white skin and his firm jaw gave a distinctive impression.

Sergio then glanced at Deiva whose face was still flushed red.

'Hmm.... They fit in' thought Sergio.

KYAAAA...~

The voices of the students filled the class. A little bit surprised Sergio by what is happening now.

Slowly the man walked towards Deiva. His gaze was never separated from Deiva who just silently turned his back on the man who was just Sergio who was not familiar.

Atra got out of the way of the man. He smiled as the man stared at Atra's soft back.

"Greetings, dear Deiva Rekka Fafri. I, Veus Raque Bratna greet you."

The man bowed in the manner of nobles. He looked sincere with a smile still on his face.

According to Sergio The man-Veus, a little similar to his guard-Rakka.

Equally friendly, but that hospitality there's something behind it.

Sergio knows it.

Sergio glanced at Deiva who was still silent to Veus.

Now, what does this have to do with the future husband who was told by one of the students in this class?

"Dear Lord Veus" said Deiva, who still backs him.

"Yes" response.

Deiva glanced sharply at Veus, "I've told you how many times."

"Hm?"

"DON'T SALUTE CONTINUOUSLY WHEN WE MEET A FUCKING FIANCE!!!"

Sergio, Argen, Atra and some of the students in the class immediately closed both their ears.

The voice of Deiva's cry was very loud. It even resonates in this big class.

The veus? He still looked at Deiva gently even though from his face he looked shocked.

And wait a minute? Deiva Veus is Deiva's fiance?

"HEY?! You have a fiancee!" surprised Sergio.

Argen laughed loudly at Sergio's startled tone. "Ahaha... You were surprised like that."

"Sorry miss, I-I"

"Call my name. Not ladies, ladies, and ladies! That sucks Veus!" pissed Deiva.

"Ta-but-"

"Foolish with family. You're my future husband."

""YAAA....~""

"Shut up!" deiva yelled annoyed when he heard the girls shouting again.

Really, that voice was very annoying and disturbing to Deiva.

"Become non-"

Sharp glances obtained by Veus. At once Veus kisses and changes his call "Deiva."

Deiva nodded happily. He was happy when the man who had the title as his fiancee called his name bashfully.

Um... Why do they both seem to have an inverted personality?

"U-um sir, it looks like you forgot me here."

Veus jerks "Good shit!" he stood up and walked back to the podium. Some of the students realized that there was one person standing on the podium wearing their academy uniform.

Sergio's black eyes narrowed. It was seen recognizing the girl who was now on the podium standing quietly, but in her eyes it looked nervous.

"Sorry, sorry, I got carried away" Veus said.

The girl smiled understandably, "What's wrong" he said softly.

"So everything. I represent sir Galeon will introduce new students to this academy."

Sergio peeked at the base of his nose. He looked a little dizzy with the girl on the podium.

"Eh Sergio. Didn't he.." said Atra slightly remembering who the girl on the podium was.

"Isn't he Yarn?" deiva.

"Ahhhhh... Aye! Yayn! The girl who claimed to play the game pou at that time was right, Sergio" said Argen.

Sergio breathed a heavy sigh. He really did not expect this. I really didn't expect it, friends.

"Please introduce yourself" Veus said.

That girl-Yarn took a step forward. His dark black hair he tied a ponytail, and also his eyeballs were also black. It looks different from its original appearance.

"Include me, my name is Yarn Rior. Greetings to know everything."

Sergio widened his eyes.

A Goddess disguised herself by using her second surname.

Really

Reckless!

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