Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 179 - 178: Seiya, a Humanity Savior?
"As you wish then, my Lord," Kaeliyus' clone replied. "I will meet the commander and get the man's details."
"You don't have to," Seiya replied. "I have everything so just listen."
Kaeliyus' clone stared long at Seiya, amazed that he already got all the details in place, but also quite unsettled that their young Lord was depicting a criminal's act.
"How? Did you ask the commander for it?" The clone asked.
"What do you take my eyes for?" Seiya fired back. "I needn't ask for it, I could see everything."
"But I thought your eyes couldn't see the true form of things, only piercing through like black and white neon drawings," the clone pressed, genuinely curious.
"It is so indeed. However, my eyes have layers of vision, something I realized as I trained it. They can switch between deep see-through vision and a more surface-level view to read," Seiya said. "Furthermore, written words give off a unique neon glow pattern, so I can 'read' them not by looking at the ink, but by recognizing that glow signature, and the shape."
"I see. Those are good eyes. My Lord," the clone complimented.
Seiya told the clone every necessary detail there was to know about the mission, the man's address and everything. Including the fact that the man had put in this case two days ago to the association and they were yet to attend to his needs.
According to Seiya, the man should be paranoid and worried, scared that the association was taking things too slow, so it shouldn't be hard to convince him that Kaeliyus could protect him.
"Make sure you get him convinced before the association reaches back to him. Carry out the mission, and make sure to get paid well. Doesn't matter how many days or weeks, just get it done," Seiya instructed. "This might be our line of work to earn money after I get my ID and leave here."
The clone bowed once more, vanishing out of sight the next second.
Left alone again, Seiya walked over to the bed, got into the meditating position, and resumed his practice on expanding his vision awareness.
*****
Within the confines of his office, the commander sat wearily across the table, on his chair—fatigue etched clearly on his features.
The day had stretched into late evening, and it was time for him to retire for the day.
"I see the Korean HS, Im Seun, hasn't contacted us at all, or has he?" The commander asked his assistant, voice pressed low with tiredness.
"He hasn't."
"I thought our offer was pretty alluring since he craved recognition back in his home country," the commander sighed. "Moreover, wasn't it his goal to be finally recognized after playing everything low just to get our attention."
"It hasn't been a week yet, so there's still enough time. He's probably still thinking, and hasn't come to a decision yet," the assistant reasoned.
The commander sighed, clearing aside the stack of files on the desk in front of him. He leaned forward, gently resting his head on the desk.
"It's almost dinner time. I should go give the boy his meals," the assistant said, referring to Seiya. It had been his job to take Seiya's meals to him since he came.
Moreover, no one else knows about the commander adopting a child, so no one knows about Seiya—at least not yet.
"Not today," the commander replied in his groggy tone. "Set the tables and serve the meal, I'm having dinner with him today."
The assistant's face, though rigid and trying to stay blank, his distaste at the commander's words were betrayed by the slight wrinkle on his forehead.
"May I ask why?"
"Nothing particular. Just that…that boy has been left in my care. For me to father him, take care of him as a parent," the commander said, voice laced with mild guilt. "And I haven't done any of that at all. Instead, I've ignored him, never even attempting to strike up a conversation with him."
The commander's voice dropped low, quiet sadness lacing his tone. "Tonight I will go to him, to see him…and hopefully, build a relationship with him," he said, determined. "I do not care what that demon's motives are for dumping this boy on me, but I can't neglect him. He's just a child, and shouldn't be involved in any of this."
The assistant remained silent, not because he was convinced or anything, but because he couldn't argue much with his superior—he still held the distrust toward Seiya.
"Alright then, I'll get the table ready." With a polite bow, he excused himself.
The commander let out another sigh, the weight of fatigue sinking into every muscle.
"If they're to come assassinate me tonight, I'll be a goner for sure," he muttered, clasping tight the tiny orb Kaeliyus had given to him for emergency.
The commander remained in the office for several more moments, resting. After a while, he suddenly sprang to his feet. "I need to check on him," he said with determination, referring to Seiya.
The commander left his office, and headed straight to his chambers. Reaching, he stopped at the door, hesitant to go in. For he didn't know how to act with Seiya, what to say or anything. It felt awkward.
Nonetheless, the commander resolved himself, pushing open the door, and making his way inside. He moved forward with slow steps, eyes scanning the vast room for the young boy as he headed toward the bed.
When he reached, he saw Seiya in a meditating position—a bit unusual to him. But what made the commander shocked and concerned at the sight of Seiya, wasn't the meditation or anything, but the blood that was trailing down his pale cheeks.
The commander snapped forward, rushing over to Seiya in panic. "What happened? Why are you bleeding? Are you in pain?" He asked, worried, but unable to bring himself to take off Seiya's blindfold to check the issue since he had been warned by Kaeliyus never to.
Seiya remained silent and unmoving, his blindfold secured steadily over his eyes, thick crimson streaking his cheeks as they trailed down, dropping onto Seiya's folded legs.
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With his practice session interrupted, Seiya relaxed from his stiff practice position, turning to the commander in front of him.
Despite being tired, the commander's shimmering hair gleamed softly, accentuating his glowing features in a way that he looked nothing but bright. However, all things unfortunately bore the same appearance before Seiya's eyes, and to him, the commander appeared no less than a neon black and white sketch-like figure.
Unbothered by the blood seeping out his eyes and trailing down his cheeks, Seiya focused on the man before him—puzzled.
"Who?" He asked softly, genuinely clueless who the man before him was. His brains, after all, couldn't be trusted, and he hasn't had the opportunity to look at the commander with his bare eyes.
{Ugh! He's the commander, Sei! The one who adopted you, so you can get your ID, remember?} Ibyu chimed from within, a bit fed up by Seiya's health condition.
The commander himself was a bit taken aback at Seiya's question.
Was it not only yesterday he was brought in and we saw each other? Why has he forgotten about me so soon? Could he be suffering from memory issues? The commander found himself pondering.
But before he could speak, Seiya spoke. "It's you," he said, nonchalant and unbothered by his condition.
The commander's confusion deepened, leaving him more puzzled. "It's…me?" He asked rhetorically, trying to understand Seiya.
"Do you remember me now?" He asked, and Seiya gave a single nod. "Ok," the commander replied, hesitating.
After a while of mustering courage, he asked. "Do you suffer from any brain damage or…"
"I do," Seiya replied almost immediately, confirming the commander's suspicions.
From this, the commander understood the situation, blaming Seiya's health condition as the reason Seiya didn't remember him a moment ago.
"What happened to your eyes?" He asked, his stiff muscles relaxing as he started to feel comfortable around Seiya.
"I strained them," Seiya replied curtly.
"Do they tend to bleed when you strain them?" The commander asked.
"Yes."
Hearing this, the commander naturally thought the illness Kaeliyus talked about, for which Seiya blindfolded his eyes, was this. Without his mask, some part of Seiya's scar could be seen, but the commander didn't bother asking about that—he didn't want to come off too overbearing.
After the commander's assistant set the dining table, he came to get them, and the commander asked him to bring some water and cloth to wipe the blood off Seiya's cheeks. The assistant volunteered to do it but the commander insisted on doing it himself.
He wanted to build a relationship with Seiya.
As he wiped the blood off Seiya's cheeks, he asked if he could take off the blindfold, but Seiya refused and he didn't press any further. Instead, he struck up a conversation—a question to be precise.
"Kaeliyus did ask me not to get you involved with the others, but keeping you here all by yourself with no friends isn't good for your health," the commander said. "Do you perhaps want to join the HS? I mean, do you want to start training with them, get to know them, and possibly grow into an HS?" He asked, his voice earnest.
