Free Web NovelChapter 65: Chapter 65: Dana and Percy
Percy was now eating breakfast with Dana , he was not the one who made it . Neither did Dana, though not for lack of trying , there was simply almost nothing in the house to work with.
Which was how they ended up in a café thirteen minutes from home, sitting across from each other with proper food in front of them.
Dana had her eyes on him while she drank her tea.
"She’s thinking about how I’ve been living."
She was. Though her version was considerably less generous.
"Was it that Sister Beatrix left him because he was the problem all along?"
---
They were now on their way home after finishing. Dana stepped ahead of him towards the door .
"Aren’t you going to work?" she asked.
Percy remembered she still thought he was a tailor. He hadn’t told anyone about the Syndicate except Beatrix.
"I don’t work at the tailor shop anymore."
She turned. "Then where?"
He was quiet for a moment under her gaze, weighing it, and decided to do what he had done with Beatrix. Come clean. Mostly.
"I work at the Union Law Syndicate."
"Oh," Dana said.
She turned away and opened the door and went inside . Percy followed. She took his shoes and arranged them neatly to the side, lifted his coat and hung it without being asked.
They were halfway down the hallway when she stopped.
Percy walked into the back of her head with his chest.
"What’s the matter?"
Dana turned slowly.
"Wait." Her eyes had gone wide. "The Union Law Syndicate , you mean "The" one and only Union Law Syndicate?!"
Percy raised his hands slightly as Dana turned and practically attached herself to his arm.
"Yes, the Union Law Syndicate. And I believe there is no other syndicate by the same name."
Dana grabbed his arm with much more strength and pulled him towards the kitchen.
"Show me. Show me the proof."
Percy adjusted his posture. "What?"
Dana cleared her throat once. "I mean — brother, I trust you, and you rarely lie. But I simply cannot believe this, so I need you to show me proof that this isn’t some delusion you’ve developed to cope with the breakup."
Percy’s lip twitched. "You know I’m not so hopeless that I’d crumble mentally the moment Beatrix left."
Dana had her arms folded. "Just show me."
Percy sighed and reached into his pocket.
"Behold."
He produced the badge and set it on the table in front of her.
"Work your magic", he thought, looking at it. "My overpowered item."
Dana picked up the badge slowly, examined it, and set it back down.
"So what is this supposed to mean?"
Percy facepalmed internally. Of course. She had grown up in an orphanage with no access to newspapers. She wouldn’t know the Union Law Syndicate symbol from anything else.
*I only found out myself from reading about it.*
"That was supposed to be the proof," Percy said.
Dana tilted her head. "I don’t actually know what the Union Law Syndicate symbol looks like."
"Fair enough."
Percy thought for a moment, then smiled. "How about this. Wait here."
He went upstairs and came back down in under three minutes.
He pulled out the revolver and struck a pose. The gun pointed towards the air, held by two of his hands , much like the pose of James Band a character from a show he admired, which he used to see alot as a child .
" I always wanted to do this " He smirked .
Dana winced. Her eyes went wide, fixed on the gun, finger pointing. "Is that — is that what I think it is?" She didn’t seem to care about the pose at all.
Percy smirked. "Well? What do you say now?"
"A firearm — you have a firearm, brother! Don’t handle it so carelessly, it might explode us along with the house!"
Percy raised a brow. "I think you’re confusing a firearm with dynamite. It won’t. I’m a professional."
Dana kept her distance, eyes staying on the gun.
Percy decided to holster it. The poor girl needed a moment.
---
After a stretch of silence Dana looked up at him, her gaze moving briefly to the holster at his hip.
"Brother, are you like a super important person or something?"
Percy went quiet for a moment before laughing, clutching his stomach ha,ha,ha.l, which earned a pout from Dana .
"No, you silly girl. I just joined. I doubt I’m even in the important category." He paused. "Special is probably the right word." earned a pout from Dana .
"Special?" she asked, confused.
Percy shrugged it off. "Anyway, now that you know , don’t go spreading it around." He winked
Dana folded her arms. "Do I seem like a gossipy lady?"
"A lady, eh?"
"What’s wrong with calling myself a lady? Aren’t I one?" she scoffed.
Percy opened his mouth to tease her further.
Then the sensation reached him.
Here’s the polished version:
---
Percy stood up immediately.
Dana flinched. "Brother?!"
His hand went to the revolver but he stopped himself. Not in front of her. He moved toward the door instead, keeping his pace measured.
He was still in control of his own body. That meant it was likely an Anchor rather than a Haunted. But he stayed vigilant regardless, opening the door slowly.
The sensation shifted , drawing closer, then fading.
A carriage rolled past on the road near the house. Percy tracked it and located the source inside it. He watched until it moved further down the street and the sensation dissolved entirely.
He went back inside.
Dana sat at the kitchen table looking at him with an expression caught somewhere between confused and unsettled.
Percy sat back down beside her.
"Want to go shopping? Groceries, and whatever you need for your room also for yourself."
Dana looked at him for a moment. Then she nodded, deciding not to ask about what just happened.
------
In a certain room sat a man on a chair reading a letter , his eyes tracing every word , his lips curving upwards with each sentence read .
"Yes !" Lyro cheered .
