Chapter 424 [Event] [Semester-Exam At Vanadias] [12] Talk With John

Chapter 424 [Event] [Semester-Exam At Vanadias] [12] Talk With John

"What's going on between you and Earth?" I asked John during our brief lunchtime break. We had been training for hours and it was our little break time. There was still time before we resumed training, and I wanted to address something that had been gnawing at me—John's clear animosity toward Earth.

John glanced up from the small basket of food, his eyes unreadable. After a moment, he resumed eating, chewing in silence before offering a curt response. "Nothing."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can't lie to me, Johnny."

His shoulders shrugged with indifference. "Whatever. It's got nothing to do with you."

"I wonder about that." I let the words hang in the air. Something about this conversation felt oddly familiar, as if I had been in a situation like this before, but the memory eluded me, hovering just out of reach. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something about John.

John's silence stretched between us. Then, his voice broke through it, his tone gruffer than before. "What about you? What's your issue with him?"

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the rough stone wall. "You've probably figured it out by now," I said, dodging his question with a smirk. "But I'm not saying anything until you do."

John's grip on his fork tightened, the metal threatening to bend under the pressure of his clenched fist. For a long moment, he didn't say a word. Then, with a cold voice, he finally spoke.

"He... in his past life on Earth... killed my sister."

"Huh?"

I was quite shocked.

But even that was taken away from me...

"I guess we're both lucky to have found a new family here..." I said finally, breaking the silence that had settled between John and me.

John's gaze hardened, the light in his eyes turning sharp. "He's mine, Edward," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at his sudden intensity, forked a piece of meat, and brought it to my mouth. "Who's yours?" Amelia popped her head between us, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Earth," I answered, smirking before John could speak. "Looks like your husband's swinging both ways."

John's face twisted in irritation. "F—Fuck off!" He snapped, hurling his fork toward me with impressive speed.

I dodged the projectile easily, leaning back. The fork flew past me, continuing on its path... until it met its unfortunate target with a dull sound.

"Urgh!" Came a pained grunt from behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and sighed. A poor elf sat there, rubbing the sore spot where the fork had struck. "Always them," I muttered under my breath. Elves, it seemed, were perpetually unlucky in situations like this. But I felt slightly good seeing the scene

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"Hm?"

As I turned back, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my neck. Something felt... off. I looked up, my gaze drifting toward the towering walls of the nearby castle. Someone was watching us. I could feel their eyes on us or me?

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