Normally, I'd be tempted to fuck her, but I just released a bunch of built-up tension, so my thoughts were clear and unshakable at the moment.
In my moments of contentment, my will was as unyielding as Buddha's own. I embodied the essence of calmness, and in turn, calmness embodied me.
"Sure," I responded.
I was interested in hearing what she had to say in the first place. And having a private conversation also meant the opportunity to use my skills on her.
Together, we strolled towards a room. Evidently, this establishment set aside spaces for the affluent, and this woman must be important to secure a VIP room.
Positioned on the second floor, the room provided a commanding view of the auction stage. We found ourselves within an interior balcony enclosed by glass panels.
Observing the reflection, it appeared that these panels functioned as one-way mirrors, shielding us from the gaze of onlookers outside.
'This is just right. This girl just put herself in trouble,' a smile appeared on my face.
"Please take a sit," She gestured me to sat on a chair near the window. There was table in between them and I saw a wine sitting there.
She took the first seat, appearing unconcerned about any potential threat from me. Then, she picked up the wine and cradled it in her hands.
The wine looked expensive, given the 1940 date on it. I might not know much about wine, but I'll stick to the notion that the older it was, the better it tasted.
"Please," She offered.
"I don't drink wine," I shook my head and walked over to the other empty seat .
I don't have immunity to poison, so it was better to be safe than sorry. While my skills could speed up my healing, they didn't guarantee protection against toxics.
I've read too many martial art novels to know that even grandmasters would always succumb to poison. And then, out of nowhere, come back as a kid with no clear explanation.
"Don't worry, it's safe to drink this," she assured me, flashing a smile.
Then, she poured wine into her glass and into mine, she took a sip from both, and with a subtle, seductive lick of her lips, she handed me my glass.
"Alright," I took the wine, pretending to gulp everything down.
But, of course, I'm not stupid enough to actually drink it. I used my telekinesis to gather the wine in my mouth and teleported the whole thing away. A neat trick, I just came up with.
"I can't tell you his powers," she answered.
"Is that all?" I asked her again.
"Yes," she confirmed.
I pondered her words. There could be other restrictions on her that she might not be aware of.
"Alright, right now all those restrictions are lifted," I commanded. I wanted to test if this would work.
[Suggestion: Failed]
"I know it," I shook my head in disappointment. Those restrictions were external, so I couldn't do anything about it even if I kept torturing her mind. It was like a computer virus that couldn't be detected at all.
"What is the Japanese Federation for the Gifted? Tell me more about it" I asked. It was a different name than Cerebrum, so I wanted to know more about it first. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e|-novelhall.net
"The JFFG is a private group in Japan," she answered.
"Is it related to Cerebrum?"
"No, JFFG is an independent organization. In fact, we are against Cerebrum," she replied.
"I see," I mused aloud. Well, that was a good thing for me. At least now I know that they were not an immediate enemy for now.
The world of the gifted was far bigger than I thought, and the more I delved into it, the more complexities I uncovered.
"Why did you come here?"
"Because of our prophet," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Our prophet told me to come here because I was fated to meet someone that could help us in the future against Cerebrum," she answered.
'Wait, against Cerebrum? Don't tell me she was talking about me?' I thought to myself, a surge of realization hitting me.
I thought this was just a random encounter, but I was wrong.