Zayn took pride in being someone who always repaid kindness. Agatha saved his life, an act like that was only deserving of his biggest gratitude and payback in kindness.
After two days’ worth of rest, combined with the shot of vitality from the Ambrosia Fruit, a lot of his injuries were healed. He was back to at least eighty percent of his usual strength.
As long as his enemies were not one of those perfect class berserkers, Zayn was certain that he could power through a horde of them, no sweat!
Just one more day of rest, and Zayn would be back to his former glory, or even better.
Again, as long as his enemy was less of a crazed freak of nature like Ezra, the perfect class fighter, Zayn was confident that he could trade blows with just about anybody.
He was beyond certain that regardless of whatever problem plagued Agatha, Zayn would be able to solve it.
Unfortunately, what he meant as words of assurance ended up sounding like unfounded braggadocio to Ingrid and Agatha. It elicited a mocking snicker from the former, who reacted as though Zayn was doing a comedy bit, while Agatha simply looked away, a little embarrassed.
The past two days of living together with Zayn had given Agatha quite a good impression of him. He was gentlemanly, couth, and seemed to possess a rather magnetic presence about him.
That image of him was being shattered right before her eyes, though, because it turned out that Zayn was like every other man she had ever met, they would never pass up a chance for a round of showboating.
She smiled politely. “Oh, you mustn’t. It’s nothing important, really. I’ll be able to solve it on my own.”
Zayn, keen-eyed as usual, read them like books. He knew exactly what was going on in their heads. Honestly, he was used to it. He had been scoffed at and spurred on for years, so much so that he had gotten used to it.
“Aww, Aggie, he looks super pumped and confident though!” Ingrid intoned with a conspicuous side of sarcasm.
“Maybe we should have some faith in him and stuff, you know? Maybe he’s some top dog! Maybe he’s got some super skills and talents! Maybe… he could actually help us out of our pickle! Wowwww!”
Agatha pulled her aside and pacified Ingrid, before turning back to Zayn with a polite smile. “Well, now that you’re ready to be discharged, I guess this is goodbye. Maybe we’ll meet again in the future.”
With that, she turned on her heels and started towards the door. In spite of how quickly she turned away, however, it did nothing to hide the abysmal dejection and self-pity on her face.
Agatha knew what awaited her back at home. The man who caused her sorrow was incredibly powerful, and it was especially concerning as he was a relative of the city mayor.
As evil as he was, people like Agatha could not possibly do anything about it. If she had to blame someone for her misfortune, it would be her father and his moment of delusion, because he was the one who agreed to the proposal.
Did she have no other choice? She knew all about that Gonzalez fellow and his endless escapades. Becoming his wife would ruin her life forever but… what else could she do?
Zayn caught the melancholy in her expression and called out, “Wait a minute.”
Agatha instinctively mustered a smile. “Yes, Mr. Larson?”
He paused for a second. Agatha was a proud woman, was she not? She was someone who could not tolerate being a liability. He needed to change his plan of action if he wanted to help.
“Miss Rouge, I realize that I’m strapped for cash. I have nowhere else to go. You’ve helped me so much… Could you extend that kindness for a little while longer? Please, could you let me crash at your place, stay there for a few days to gather my bearings?”
Agatha was at a loss for words. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect Zayn to suggest something so preposterous!
Ingrid’s reaction was sharper and angrier.
She practically erupted, “Are you for real?! That’s a real slimy conman trick you’re pulling, Larson! Sounds like a good plan, doesn’t it? Maybe you should just camp at our place and suck us off like the parasite you are!”
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