BXBX NOVEL Chapter 61: Temper
Adjacent to the desk, a bookshelf stood, lined with various volumes for reference.
In one corner, a small refrigerator hummed quietly, ensuring that Mellisa wouldn't have to leave her workspace when she grew thirsty.
The windows, on the other hand, were fortified by thick metal bars, and judging from their thickness, they appeared to be bulletproof.
Additionally, a discreet air conditioning unit hummed softly in one corner, ensuring a comfortable working environment regardless of the weather outside.
Overall, the room exuded an air of efficiency and purpose.
"George, what really happened to Anna?" Mellisa asked. She treated Anna like her niece and desired to uncover the truth.
She even went as far as to pretend and treat Anna like a regular human, concealing the fact that she was working in Veiled Night under George's request.
George's expression darkened after recalling what happened to his beloved daughter.
His frustration seeped into his voice as he confessed, "She was taken by three powerful demons."
"Is it the same demons that's rumored to be Peak Upper Rank? " she asked, her brow furrowing with concern .
"You know about them?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he discovered that she already had some clue.
"Yeah, I received orders from the main office to lay low for a while. The Hunter Association detected traces of a Peak Upper Demon in the Summit City Rural Area," she answered.
"If this is really a Peak Upper Demon, then we won't stand a chance," she added with a heavy heart. It was a realization that weighed heavily on her; this was a threat beyond what they could handle.
Even the Hunter Association had fallen silent, refraining from sending any hunters to investigate. It was a fight that they could not afford to take.
They might succeed in dealing with the demon, but the losses would far outweigh the gains.
In such cases, they would prefer to turn a blind eye as long as the demon only targeted small towns and not the city directly.
"No, we still have a chance," George declared, his fist clenched as he locked eyes with her. "Reign, I believe he can save Anna."
"You trust that demon so much?" she raised her eyebrows skeptically.
While she acknowledged Reign's strength, she couldn't help but see him as vastly inferior compared to a Peak Upper Demon.
It was like comparing a rifle to a tank; the difference in firepower was like heaven and earth.
George's expression grew more serious as he absorbed her comment.
While her words may have held truth under normal circumstances, his belief was not without basis.
"He is a newborn demon that's not even a month old," he responded with a firm voice.
Mellisa's eyebrows shot up in surprise at his revelation.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her tone showing a hint of doubt as she sought clarification.
There was no way a newborn demon could be that intelligent right off the bat.
"I watched him grow from a weak demon to surpassing Anna in a span of a few days," he admitted, further emphasizing Reign's rapid progression.
As his words sank in, Mellisa had to lean back to her chair because of the shock. This was huge news; a demon that could grow so fast posed a serious threat.
She recalled reading about it in reports; some rare type demons grew faster than others, and these demons were usually hunted down before they could mature.
To think that she just met one a few minutes ago.
It would be fitting to say that this type of demons posed the greatest danger to humanity.
However, at the same time, this could also be an opportunity for her.
The stronger a demon became, the more intelligent they tended to be. Some demons even had their own secret territories that they ruled.
If Reign really possessed that potential, then collaborating with him would yield benefits in the long run.
Forget about being a small time broker for the organization; a being like Reign could potentially reach greater heights.
And even if her speculation proved incorrect, she wouldn't be held accountable for it.
"Alright, I'll help you, and we'll keep this a secret between us," Mellisa replied, nodding in agreement.
"Thank you," George responded with a weak chuckle, feeling the relief of securing a deal wash over him.
Now, his body began to feel the weight of exhaustion settling in.
"Go get some sleep. I think you need it. I'll handle the rest," Mellisa insisted, noting George's tired appearance.
After their talk, George went to his room and finally took a nap. It felt like heaven, and he completely shut down.
Meanwhile, Reign also took a nap, but he remained alert, ready for anything just in case.
*****
6:00 pm
Around this time, Reign opened his eyes and slowly rose from his bed.
'I really feel better in the night,' he thought to himself as he opened the window curtains and gazed at the moon and stars.
Outside, he observed people chatting and socializing.
It was fortunate that he wasn't feeling particularly hungry at the moment, having recently devoured a substantial number of people.
This made it feasible for him to keep his promise to George of not slaughtering everyone in sight. Though he still felt occasional urges, they were not strong enough to drive him to a berserk state.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
He heard a knocking sound at the door.
"It's open," he replied.
CLICK.
The door slowly swung open, revealing Mellisa wearing an orange jumper jacket.
It was the type of jacket that was cropped, allowing Reign to catch a glimpse of her cute belly button.
Paired with it were very short denim shorts that showcased her brown legs, which seemed to glint slightly. It was evident that she had just applied some lotion to them.
Mellisa was really beautiful for her age, a testament to the care she took of her body. Any man would fantasize about her, except for Reign, who viewed her as somewhat useful woman.
"Do you want to eat?" she asked, offering something to him. She had decided to treat him well after recognizing his potential
"Do you serve human meat here?" he asked bluntly.
"That..." She was shocked by his question. She knew he was a monster, but his bluntness was something she did not expect.
"We don't have that, but we have raw pork and beef meat," she quickly changed the topic.
"That will do," Reign sighed heavily, not bothering to conceal his disappointment.
'This guy….' Mellisa muttered under her breath, struggling to control her temper.
She had provided him with a place to stay, offered him a job, and taken care of his identity, but he acted as if she should be the one expressing gratitude.
"The food is on the table," she said, gesturing for him to follow with a forced smile.
"How about George?" Reign asked.
"He's still sleeping. He was tired, so it's better to let him be," she answered.
"Umm," Reign nodded and gestured for Wick to follow him.
"Give this good boy some steak," he ordered Mellisa.
"A-Alright," Mellisa replied, barely able to contain her temper.