"The one who understand me..."

I just heard a nostalgic song from the window. I open the door and get dressed to go to school.

I'm nostalgic for school, seeing as I don't have much time left to be innocent, I will go to school then

I left my room. Viv has long since gone.

It’s late, I would definitely get scolded.

In the house opposite,

“What is that person doing now? Suddenly he starts locking himself in, and then he suddenly decides to go to school again? I’m starting to worry about letting that guy stay in the same house as the one.”

“It can’t be helped, we know from the profile that he has a mental breakdown in the past. But at least we know we are just dealing with a regular nutcase.”

For some reason, the moment Vivian Vect was exposed to the magical hidden side of the world, she become famous overnight, without her knowledge. It is because of certain connections that has come to her aid on the day she first encounter the supernatural world.

It was also because the meteor shower that she witnessed two days ago was very important, apparently.

“The princess is one thing, but I’m surprise she allows a seemingly normal girl to also witness the meteor of hope descending to Earth. Even more amazing that that seemingly normal girl was actually the incarnation of Hope herself. It seems she already has her suspicion a long time ago...”

“Haha… Well, we can’t all be as observient as the princess, stealing Hope even before anyone even realize what happen, even before Apollo’s group can put their hand on her. Did you see the recording? Haha. Even the smug face of that woman was wiped from her face in the presence of the princess. And she can’t do anything about acquiring Hope either.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Remember that both the princess and Hope go to the same school as that group.”

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“Are you saying Apollo will try to get them into his harem? No, no way. I refuse to believe it.”

The young man declares in anguish while the more experienced shakes his head. Admist all of that interesting conversation, they have forgotten about the mark they are supposed to be tailing.

All eyes was on one girl right now.

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I get out from my room. I put on a jacket.

I step out of the house.

“Where are you going?”

Two guy immediately stop me. A green eyes, blond caucasian man with curly hair and a non-descript man that could be mistaken for any faces in the crowd.

“Is this the place?”

The caucasian man has the look of a klutz, he looks around in confusion while his companion physically stops me in my track.

“I’m going out to beat a guy to dead with his skull.” I told them since they ask

The nondescript man shakes his head and says

“Don’t. You will regret it later.”

“Sure.” I look back at him in the eyes. We are acquainted.

“Who are the people in the house opposite?” He suddenly asks.

“I don’t fucking know? What am I, God?” I challenge him with a voice full of sarcasm.

Suddenly, the caucasian man interrupt the conversation

“Are you sure he can help us?” He asks the nondescript man while looking at me.

His face is beautiful, a complete masterpiece, perfect. It would have given any lesser man pause. And of course woman. It speaks of steamy romance, make-out and sinful delight. It is a face that would have seduced even married men and women.

I realized it was not the face of a human.

“You are… France right?”

The man smiles.

The nondescript man quickly hasten to give the man an explanation

“Rest assured, Mr. Julius here is the most capable man for the job you required.”

“France, as in the country of France." I continue to stare at the man