Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Chapter 134 Signing A Death Sentence

"Trust me." He replied vaguely, pulling off her hands from him.

Fae had learned a great deal from the last encounter she had with those psychos from the organization.

Nodding her head to his words, she humbly waited for his return.

"Hello, Miss Galena." He slapped his hand on the table to get the attention of the nurse.

The pen in her hand jumped out from her loose grip. Her hand went to her chest as she hyperventilated to the unintentional scare given.

"Mr. Gaviel." She responded coldly. She had tried to avoid anything related to the organization and his presence was starting to irk her.

"Thank you for saving her." He slightly bowed with a smile.

Stunned by his uncalled-for action, she pushed back her seat and shook her head at his words.

"I did what any other nurse with my ability would have done." Miss Galena shrugged, seeing nothing special in what she had done.

"I'm surprised you haven't asked about what transpired." He raised the issue that has been on his mind.

"Does it look like I'm keen on aligning myself deeply with the organization?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"..."

Mr. Gaviel could understand the point of view she was speaking from. But how could he tell her that saving Fae had just brought about the very thing she had hated to be in?

"I simply chose this line of the field because it suits my ability," she popped up her index finger for the first reason.

Popping up the middle finger to make a 'V' sign, "Second, I needed the money it could give, obviously..."

"The organization pays better than this shit hole." Mr. Gaviel interjected, merely stating the facts.

"Why did you leave then, smartass?" Miss Galena retorted, folding her arms under her bust and frowning.

"Fair point," Mr. Gaviel shrugged his shoulders, not ready to explain what was already lost.

The very person that he had stepped down for was dead, gone from the very existence of that which he had created for them both.

His face scrunched up in anguish forcing a smile to the bluntness of Galena.

"Interfering with the organization is like signing your death sentence." She related all the hearsay and experience she had acquired over the years.

'You've signed your death sentence when you helped Fae recover.' He thought about that issue sadly.

It was only a matter of time before the organization found out if they detected a slip.

The only way to stall as much time as possible is to make all involved forget what had transpired, up until now.

He had never envisaged he would use one of his peak abilities in such a way.

Galena felt something a bit strange in his actions, "is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Could we part ways with a shake?" He requested, offering his hand.

"Why are we parting ways, what's going on?" She took a step back, his actions looked questionable, and so did his weird excuse of a handshake.

'Damn it! She suspects me already?!' Mr. Gaviel didn't like the fact that she was quick-witted and sensed danger.

Slowly dropping his hand, he nodded to her words. He had a smile on his face, prepared for the worst that could happen.

"I'm sorry if I seem awkward to you," he smiled, "but it's for your good!"

Jumping over the table, he kicked her over to the wall.

Bam!

Galena wasn't much of a fighter and hated herself for that. She immediately began to internally heal herself from the injury she had sustained with the hit to the wall.

Before she could fully get up, she felt his hand on her forehead.

"Nighty night!" He said in a singsong whisper.

A few seconds later, he watched as she dropped to the floor and into his arms.

Caressing her hair, he made a hush sound. His heart pounding at what he had done earlier, whispering the words, "I'm sorry."

Lifting her, he gently placed her back in her chair, making it seem like she had fallen asleep on her desk.

'Now you wouldn't have to worry about being involved in this.' He stroked her hair one more time before leaving her side and moving to Fae.

Fae had heard all the ruckus that went on, her gaze following Mr. Gaviel as he approached.

"You've been hiding that development in your ability, Mr. Gaviel?" She clicked her tongue.

"I had to, but now it was inevitable." He explained.

"Let me guess, I'm meant to die." Fae deadpanned, not mincing words.

Mr. Gaviel did a double-take at her precise words. As much as he wanted to shake his head at her words and prove her wrong.

She was indeed right about that bit of detail. This was why he had hurriedly told the students to leave, he knew they would send someone to come collect the body.

"Your silence says it all." Fae's voice lowered, deep in thought as to why she was still alive.

"Why did you save me?" She questioned, tears dripping down her eyes. She wanted to be alive, but she also wanted to be in control of what she had lost– the right to live.

"..."

"What's going to happen to me... no! To you." She corrected. It was only natural that if he didn't carry out the job as instructed, he was going to be killed.

"..."

He refused to speak, merely allowing her to pour out those pent-up emotions she had kept at bay while Lank and Galena were present.

"Who are those people?" She shot another question at him, hoping he would answer one eventually.

"They are called collectors." He immediately responded to that question.

"They collect bodies, dead or alive." He pinched the bridge of his nose, missing his signature glasses. "Once targeted, it's almost impossible to escape."

He looked around them once more. What he had originally planned needed to be executed with caution.josei

"Am I targeted?" Fae asked, feeling there was nothing more life-changing than that.