A man in a black trench coat, half-top hat, and black face mask entered The Creamy Chef restaurant.
A waitress came to welcome him and led him to tables. Although she appeared slightly flustered, she still managed to do her job, with a smile on her face, albeit a stiff one.
"Lemon and orange squash." Without even looking at the menu, Kole ordered in a stern tone, "One famous creamy fish as well."
Apparently, Kole had come here before with Caroline, and even though two years had passed by, the renown of this restaurant had only increased, with even articles being released in newspapers praising their specialty.
The waitress nodded and went away.
Once she turned, Kole's eyes darkened as he glanced at the couple chatting.
Kole briefly scrutinized and located Mark Moore.
Looking at him, brazenly ogling at Alice—his Alice, Kole clenched his fingers.
He was about rush forward to bash that fellow's head when he noticed a person sitting on a seat behind Mark. He was sitting inconspicuously, but his eyes were like that of a hawk.
He was scanning everyone, and currently, his eyes were narrowed, directly staring at Kole.
Looking at his gaze, Kole turned his eye away and forcibly controlled his emotions.
Right… If Alice came with Lucy, then Mark must have also brought someone. Mom told me that I'm a walking mess of emotions… I can't let it control me! Absolutely not!... Kole breathed deeply to calm down his turbulent emotions.
He calmly waited for an opportunity while glancing at that bigot who kept chatting with Alice with a smile on his face from time to time.
Control… Control… Kole ground his teeth such that even the sounds of friction could be heard if someone was near him.
Every part of his being was telling him to let loose… However, he couldn't mess it up!
Sometimes his eyes would flicker, and even the whites of his eyes would turn dark as he almost activated his <
Forcibly halting himself with clenched fingers, he breathed a sigh of relief when the waitress finally arrived with his order.
This will distract me for a while... He thought.
He tried to savor the food and drink but he only felt distaste. Kole's tastebuds were as murky as his mind.
Kole noticed that Alice and Mark had already finished their meals but were still chatting.
He was glad to see that stiff smile on Alice's face. At least he knew that Alice was just being forced to entertain this bigot.
Suddenly, Kole's eyes narrowed when he saw another man in similar dark clothing as his, enter the restaurant. He briefly wondered whether these clothes were seriously a fashion trend… Kole successfully distracted his thoughts while mocking inwardly.
At the same time, Kole saw the man—hidden behind Mark, had come up to Mark with a solemn look as he whispered in Mark's ears, holding his shoulder, and started dragging him away.
Mark, on the other hand, shouted loudly at his servant and was about to slap him when…
Kole noticed the fellow in dark clothes looking up at him from the corner of his eyes.
Then, the man in dark clothes nodded at Kole.
Confused, Kole nodded back. His eyelids twitched.
Why do I feel so familiar? Why am I having the feeling of Deja Vu?
Suddenly, the man in dark clothes rushed towards the servant behind Mark.
A chance!
Kole's eyes turned entirely dark as his hair grew longer. He muttered under his breath, "<
The last part of his words became a slur; however, this time, Kole could distinctively remember the pronunciation.
He was close to unraveling it!
Again, Kole said, "Subspace."
Kole vanished from his spot!
…
The man who was sitting behind Mark was his personal manservant. He was casually enjoying his food when he saw a man in dark clothes, entering the restaurant while glaring at his master, Mark.
He had a sense of foreboding. He wanted to get up and leave this place as quickly as possible.
However, when he saw Mark still trying to get in Miss Turner's skirt, he frowned.
He knew if he dared to warn his master of the bad feeling he was getting, he'd be forced to live as a Rogue, whom the churches are not very kind to.
After all, he was very familiar with his master Mark, who'd fire him for this offense and tell him it was his job to protect him! Even when he was busy licking the toes of a woman!
There was a reason why he was so thin. How can a man who 'exercises' daily for hours —emptying his babymilk in brothels, be fit?
He focused on the dubious-looking person's strength and thought he would be able to stop that suspicious man from doing anything, as such, he ignored the apprehension developing in the pits of his stomach.
Suddenly his eyes narrowed further when another man in similar clothing appeared.
Oh no… Shit's about to get real! He stood up and went to his master Mark to warn him of his impending demise with a tremor in his voice.
However. That bigot tried to slap him.
Kid, you are dead!... The manservant cursed internally when he saw one of those skeptical men rushing toward him.
He took a dagger out from under his clothes and aimed at the man approaching him.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw the other man suddenly vanishing from his seat.
His eyes opened wide when he saw that man in a black trench coat with deep dark eyes and long black hair appearing behind his master Mark in an instant! It was like teleportation!
"Young Master!" He shouted but was momentarily distracted by the man who had approached him and defended himself. His Spirit Energy burst like a gust of wind, covering the blade of the dagger.
His eyes darted back to his attacker—for just a mere moment—so that he doesn't lose his own life.
Crack! Crack!
The next moment he heard some sounds similar to a melon pop!
From the corner of his eyes, what he saw made his spine go cold as goosebumps crawled over his body.
Even the man in dark clothes who had attacked him paused as his body stiffened unnaturally.
The man in the black trench coat had his hands stretched over the head of Mark, like a claw strangling a watermelon.
From the gaps of his fingers, blood, and brain juice seeped out, while the expression of his master was terrifyingly pale.
The man in the trench coat breathed roughly like a beast. And when the manservant saw his abnormally dark eyes, his body turned even colder.
He was dark, cold, and callous. At the same time, they shined brightly in glee. As if what he did was the most pleasurable thing in the world!
Hah~ I've lost my job yet again… The manservant sighed in defeat.
…
Kole felt like his existence was thoroughly fulfilled. All the hindrances between him and his goal were removed, finally!
At that moment, Kole saw the man in dark clothes looking at him with a slightly respectful gaze.
The man raised his hand and shouted piously, "Praise the Light!"
And then he nodded at Kole.
Kole's eyelids twitched incessantly.
Regardless, Kole raised his hands as well, and chanted piously, "Praise the Light!"
With his goal finished, the other man ran out of the restaurant almost immediately.
Seeing him run away, Kole was also pulled out of his trance as he vanished from the spot.
…
Hearing the commotion, the Chief Chef of The Creamy Chef restaurant also walked out and entered the dining hall.
When he approached the table with two beautiful women standing some distance away in shock, he couldn't help but frown.
The Chief Chef saw a man standing near the table with his eyes blank as if he didn't know what to do.
Then, his eyes finally fell on the body of the thin man. His body lay on the table with his caved-in skull in the middle of the plate.
Chief Chef shouted with extreme calmness, "Call the authorities, right now!"
The terrified servants broke out of their stupor as they followed the calm lead of their superior.
Then, the Chief Chef glanced at the two beautiful women, with an apologetic face, "I am sorry for the inconvenience, Madams."
His eyes briefly fell on the dead body of the thin man. After which he revealed a professional smile, "As for your order, we will refund it."
Lucy: "…"
Alice: "…"