When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Special Tasks

When the sun began to rise, soft twists crept in from each window opening making the eyes like catching gold dust scattered. And this reminds me of a long time ago, being cooped up like a helpless animal.

Then it produces a point of rejection. That I, not like you guys. That I, want that hook. Warmth. Although I'm basically just---I

"Ray!" I was stunned when someone grabbed my right hand.

Ah, unconsciously the arms have stretched upwards like reaching into a vacuum. Directly clenched my hand, pulled it back to its original position and turned to the side where the person who was awakening me from the daydream was sitting.

Crist, his face showed some concern. "What did you see?"

Instead of answering, I chose to carve a face that I hesitated to call a smile.

If saying no thought of anything, it was a lie; nor did Crist want to worry about me. However, the action made the young man more curious to the point of bringing his sitting position closer to me.

"If your mind is worried, it will interfere in the mission," he muttered in leaning, "what else have we all gathered at the club in a position to prepare for a great task."

"I know."

I started leaning against the sofa and stuck my legs forward. Slowly, I looked up and put my left arm over my face to keep the light out of my eyes; back to my own mind because I might have forgotten. It was explained many days ago, we went through quite rigorous training for the sake of today's task. However, the one that made me curious .. why not Club Mercy?

Wait for. Fate said something had happened to one of the big clubs in Vaughan, and that was why we were chosen for the mission.

I sat up again and closed my mouth with my right hand, thinking this time the mission was Grade A and the four core members of Club Dion and partner sparing in yesterday's training. The location of the dimensional portal was also instantly detected as it was very close to the academy. Isn't that weird?

I mean, it's been hundreds of years that Vaughan fought to eradicate the dragons and they must have understood about our-like existence of the main headquarters. It can be called, the actions of these dragons are really risky. They can be exterminated quickly and I'm sure creatures with a high level of intelligence like them can't possibly act rashly, except.

Does it have anything to do with us being appointed, not other clubs? Why not send by department?

Aaah, I scratched my hair roughly. Because there are too many ambiguous possibilities! Why think about this too?! Usually directly carry out the mission without a problem.

Then I snorted, probably because the contents of the head back messed up so that it began to worry about small things. It was like being pulled along, my condition.

If there is something that makes me waver, then also the condition of the manhood is shaken. True Professor Caterine said, I am weaker compared to everyone else.

I slightly turned to look at the figure of the girl who was busy inserting silver strands behind her ears. Because I know Fate's been through a lot, and I want to be strong as well. Still remembered everything he said, but to get to that point.

What else Fate once said, it's not just me who was born as a killing machine. What mung---

I was surprised and spontaneously turned to the origin of the voice. His long purple hair fell down as Crist lowered his head, as if reluctant to meet his eyes; unwilling to show emotion. It reminds me of being unconscious for quite a long time after the mission in Dream Land ... Crist showed the same concern.

Remembering that, I laughed a little. "You're acting exactly like Professor Kaidan."

Perhaps Crist was surprised to hear it because he looked up, but I tilted my head after looking deeply back at him. Because if you pay attention again .. different, the eye line is clearly visible and it makes the impression of a calm face. Goods not wearing glasses so that his cheekbones look firm?

Ah, he turned his face away. Maybe I looked too much at him. "Not wearing glasses?"

"No. After yesterday's rehearsal, Miss Caterine directly handled my eyes."

"Oh, eye surgery?"

"Yes. I can see normally, but I'm a little insecure." I saw Crist clutching the front side of the sofa where his hand was propping the body. "Maybe other than in the club I'll wear glasses, no lenses."

Not confident ... indeed Crist has long looked like that. Is this change big enough for him? Though he was notoriously relaxed and calm; able to handle anything and knew a lot, but now worried about appearance? This kind of reminds me that no human is perfect, even though the problem is somewhat trivial.

"You fit even without glasses" I said, trying to lighten the mood, "don't think too much."

Crist let out a crisp laugh and replied, "I returned your words to yourself."

He's? Looks like ... was again caught red-handed.

"There is something I think of." I also hooked my fingers with eyes staring out of nowhere. "And want you, and Fate heard it."

Buk up!

My reflexes looked at the source of the voice, the book forcefully closed in one palm. In harmony with the bluish silver eyes were fixed on me, like the soft look of the moon even though his face still did not show an expression. Gelagat Fate kind of shows a lad that he's listening too.

Then I continued to say, "It's about my identity-the-"

My mouth was shut until I was surprised. I saw that Crist had a serious face, and even his sturdy arm was still reluctant to let me off to speak. He really meant it, but why? What else the rest of the club also looked at the young man full of question marks.

Suddenly the Heart Core felt resonant, like a get-ah, summons gathered to set out on a mission.

"We're talking after the mission, don't mind?" crist said in a smile I don't understand.