Chapter 202 - Recovering (3) - Alex POV

I ran to Rika's room after sensing such a heavy presence of mana towards her direction. What was she about to do now? A few seconds later, most of the mana in the air disappeared and was replaced with sounds of something trying to dig a hole through the walls. I knew this could be no good.

Why couldn't she ever stay put for a single minute? I started to pity my cousin once more as he had to deal with such a troublesome fiancée. There wasn't a single day when she wouldn't land herself in trouble. In fact, almost no one had bad luck as her to run into a swarm of monsters. This was exactly why I wanted to abandon that boy from the start.

Everyone knew that people with a large amount of mana attracted monsters to the point they went into a frenzy. Things were especially dangerous when there was the smell of fresh blood from an open wound from anyone who possessed a hint of mana. Sometimes I disagreed with my cousin hiding these kinds of information from her.

Maybe if she knew, she would have been more cautious. But at the same time, I knew Luke was trying to prevent more dangerous ideas from potentially swarming inside her head. He lived a hard life since his fiancée acted like she was still a small child. At this rate, he was almost her second mother. When she was unconscious, Luke and I worked together in trying to Rika-proof the room while the others worked to heal the boy in the next room.

We spelled the room to lock the door and the window while making sure that she wouldn't be able to use teleportation to escape from the room. When Luke had told me that she had tried to escape from jumping out of the window when she was gravely injured, I thought it was unreal. But it was Rika, if it was her, everything was possible.

When I opened the door, a looming headache hit me like a storm. Rika was holding a dull ceremonial sword used as a decoration for the walls. The door was chipped from her desperate attempts to escape the room. Luke did tell me that almost everything inside the room would be dangerous. But I did wonder if we really had to strip the wall bare from its decorations.

I sighed as I almost admired her creative attempt in trying to escape. If only she knew the reason why she was placed in the room in the first place. Michelle couldn't bear to take another look at her dying friend who could die at any minute. In fact, it wouldn't be odd if she dropped dead in any minute like the boy next door.

Her body was in an extremely fragile state since she was fighting against the most infectious poison to exist in the first district. Her red cheeks that asked for more air alongside her heavy breaths showed we couldn't completely get rid of the infection. The only reason she was able to move was because we have managed to stop it from spreading further than it already had.

It was common sense that the infection we tried to stop at the moment would begin spreading soon with how much she moved. None of us predicted that the ornament would be used as a means to escape. I laughed as it was ridiculous that the exact reason Luke put her in the room would go against him.

Luke placed her in that room, hoping she would move less compared to giving her the freedom to move inside the entire mansion. Normally, that was the right line of thinking since a normal person wouldn't walk as much in a tiny room compared to the space of a house. Knowing that my cousin was dealing with the barrier, I stared at Rika in disapproval while thinking of a plan to solve this problem on my own.

"Why don't you give me and sword and- "

"I'm not giving you the sword. Don't you see those fireballs? I'm not going to die with all of you with me," she tightened her grip on the sword.

It was such a Rika-like response that I wasn't surprised. She stared at me, fuelled with determination, ignoring her own health like she was marching to her death. It was no wonder Luke wanted to always keep her in his line of sight. She didn't care about her health, not even a single ounce. She knew she was dying but was rushing to run into a more dangerous situation.

It was like her own life wasn't precious to her. At this moment, I realized how generous Luke was to his partner. He was too soft hearted for his own good. If it was me, I would have chained her to me to avoid as much trouble as possible like I suggested Luke to put that necklace on her after she almost burned down the school.

But she cleverly took it off with her deal with Julian, making me put it off her with my own hands. It was hard to imagine that her brain only shrewdly started working whenever she wanted to escape from something. I narrowed my eyes as I realized she was using this time to think about her next actions. Her pupils shifted to the opening beside where I stood.