Chapter 544 Great General [Extreme Cold]
“Damn!”
The sudden change caused the girl’s relaxed body to tense up instantly. Although Kazumi didn’t recognize the person who had barged in, both his expression and tone indicated that he wasn’t here to have a friendly conversation with her and her companions.
In simple terms—he was here to pick a fight.
Kazumi turned to look at Fukada Akihiko, the person involved in this situation. Despite the fact that this white-haired young boy claimed he came for her, it was clear he was here to challenge Fukada Akihiko.
At their level, battles of this kind were best avoided by someone like herself, a mere small fry.
As a girl who often found herself affected by battles involving higher-level powers, Kazumi thought this way.
“Hahaha, you guys carry on.”
The hearty laughter interrupted the girl’s state of combat readiness and thoughts. She looked at Fukada Akihiko in disbelief, while Kazumi observed Fukada with a calm smile, even nodding friendly towards the oddly behaving white-haired boy before giving Kazumi a reassuring look as he walked out.
“？？？？？？？”
When did Fukada Akihiko become so mild-mannered? The other person was clearly challenging him, and he just obediently left? What does this mean, giving a reassuring look before running out? Is it really safe for my cute little servant to be alone with someone who looks so dangerous??
A barrage of question marks floated above Kazumi’s head, her jet-black eyes revealing a rare hint of confusion, staring intently at Fukada Akihiko as he walked outside.
Having successfully teased the little servant, Fukada Akihiko displayed a trace of a kind smile, the corners of his mouth even lifting slightly, before finally speaking perfectly at the right moment.
“Don’t worry, Kazumi. He’s behaving like that because of his abilities. In normal conversation, he came to thank you.”
Accompanied by Fukada Akihiko’s reassurance, the sound of the door closing briskly faded away within the room, leaving only the helpless girl, who was facepalming, and the frail young boy standing straight in front of her.
“Umm… Hello, I, um, how should I address you? Is there something you need from me?”
Although she had just been sold out by her dear uncle, Kazumi quickly regained her composure, standing up and maintaining politeness towards the young boy beside her, who seemed to be a little younger than herself.
“A condition.”
The room’s temperature dropped dramatically the moment the boy spoke. His cold tone was no less imposing than Kazumi’s own, as if the words had frozen upon being uttered, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Umm, what condition?”
Kazumi subconsciously replied, perplexed.
To her surprise, the white-haired boy paused for a few seconds, seemingly in deep thought, before continuing.
“A condition, or rather, your life.”
“？？？？？？”
Now she was even more confused! What kind of riddler nonsense is this?!
A flurry of question marks appeared once again above Kazumi’s head. What kind of riddle is this, and added to that, the second half of his sentence sounded even more dangerous. If Kazumi didn’t know Fukada Akihiko wouldn’t harm her, she would have fled into a coffin by now. What does he mean by trusting in my life? It sounded as if he was about to take someone’s life next!
“Um, can you tell me why before I make my choice?”
Kazumi tidied up her emotions and tried to communicate. After all, the erratic behavior of Fukada Akihiko’s villain organization was somewhat expected, so she chose to trust her uncle’s guidance—he wouldn’t harm her.
“You killed me… I should be thanking you…”
GOSI
…
“You killed me, and I should be thanking you.”
“So, what does this have to do with my life?”
Kazumi was baffled—each time she tried to follow his words, she ended up lost in confusion.
“Before you talk about killing me, you ought to be here speaking with me. Who dies and thanks the other person? Is there really someone who begs to be killed?!”
【No, wait!
Begging to be killed?】
A sudden epiphany flashed through the girl’s mind. She recalled a previous experience; that bone-chilling cold and the icy remnants seemed to correspond together little by little. She suddenly flashed back to the frail man on the ground, struggling and begging her to finish him off.
“Could it be that you are…?”
“But this…”
Kazumi’s jet-black eyes widened subconsciously, but something didn’t quite add up. Although the demeanor was somewhat similar, the thin man from that time had been clearly older and larger, unlike the short young boy before her.
So, was this the true form of the [Extreme Cold Great General]? Was he someone who bore the traits of ice abilities and odd characteristics, coming here especially to thank me?
Kazumi’s mind raced, and in an instant, she deduced the current situation. Although he wasn’t speaking plainly, this conclusion made her feel relieved. As long as he wasn’t here to cause her trouble, she truly didn’t want to be involved in another inexplicable fight with a psycho that brought no benefit and ended up like a mess.
“Yeah, my power can revive if someone kills me. If you hadn’t acted that time, I might have lost even more of my abilities.”
“…”
“What are you saying so calmly?! Is this the kind of secret you can just casually talk about? Why does it feel like I’m about to be killed at any moment?!”
If she could, Kazumi really wanted to turn back time to the previous second when she could cover her ears, unable to hear. Maybe it would be better for him to revert back to his riddle-like state; she really couldn’t bear to hear such hidden cards of information!
Regardless, this explosive revelation confirmed Kazumi’s suspicions about his identity; he was the dangerous mission target she had almost destroyed, the one whose head she had crushed, which unleashed terrifying power.
Had she not found an opportunity to eliminate him at that time, given the precarious safety situation, she might not have walked away alive. She figured that the best outcome would have been to hide and curl up on the ground.
The cold aura once again infiltrated the room, yet the boy’s words gradually became more fluent and elaborate as if heralding a shift. While still maintaining that sharp and penetrating tone, he began to add a hint of warmth.
A hand reached out, stopping before Kazumi’s eyes.
“Senior… No, Great General [Extreme Cold], name, Muramasa Hyōshō.”
