Heeled boots clicked on the concrete ground of the majestic castle. Two silhouettes trotted past the grey pillars, one a female following attentively behind a male.
"You must have heard of the so-called Werewolf Butcher? I take it Bleach must be a god before Commoners."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It had only been a day, scratch that a few hours since she had had a new Superior but somehow the man had become the most annoying being she had ever met.
Ignoring his quirk for randomly mocking anything and everyone whenever he wanted, he also had to obviously take a blow to her status as a Commoner all the time.
Elizabeth did not mind the insults though, but repeatedly there was no way it would not become annoying.
She breathed through her nose and spoke. "Sir, perhaps to some, but I have never seen the butcher as a hero, a hero seeks justice and supresess injustice, not advocate for brutality and vengeance."
Her eyes met with Oliviér's golden-red ones that had narrowed towards her while he took simple strides. "Brutality and vengeance is unavoidable. You work for and amongst Werewolves now, you must know better than to think us monsters are anything more than brutal."
Her clear blue eyes shielded by the glasses looked misty, like one was staring at the illusion of a gentle blue stream. "I never said Werewolves weren't brutal."
A knot had already begun to form between his eyebrows. It was a small frown, only noticeable from the creases on his forehead and the upturn of his red lips, but the image had transformed him into that of an illusionary figure far beyond the reach of someone like Elizabeth.
The gentle fire bit into her nerves once again. She sighed inwardly, it was true that most Alphas were genetically better than others, that included physical appearance.
Even in Vie town Elizabeth had not been amongst Alphas, now being entangled with handsome Alpha like Oliviér, Elizabeth knew her nerves were going to be set on fire more than once.
Luckily his personality was completely shit.
Lost in thought, Elizabeth jolted when she noticed the distant proximity between them had closed up. The warm air from his body attacked her body. Elizabeth did not like the feeling of being dwarfed by his figure, even though from below she could better examine his strange golden-red eyes.
Oliviér reached into the breast of his coat and pulled out a white printed handkerchief, flaying it out, his hand reached forward. Elizabeth backed her head at the sudden touch but Oliviér continued, fingers digging into her unruly pink hair and gathering the bunch into his fist.
"S-sir?"
Elizabeth wanted to badly push him away from her, the close proximity was not something she was used to. Back then in Vie town the boys used to run away from her like she was a menace.
They called her the balls-smasher. Not because she was a violent person but because she was better at everything. She always smashed other people's ego like there was no tomorrow.
The people of Vir town were very close-knit and one-track minded. It was simple– Girls should never be better at anything than Boys. Unless it was seduction and being the perfect housewife.
Which was why Elizabeth never had any boy intend to get closer to her let alone woo her. So such a closeness with Oliviér already had her panicking.
"You're much smarter than you sound like," her hair felt soft in his fingers.
Such stubborn looking hair yet so mellow and soft on his hands.
"You might just survive as my assistant." He spoke, looking attentively at his work.
What did that mean? Survive as my assistant? He spoke those words so softly while focusing on her hair it made her shudder in fear.
She snapped her head up at him, staring at him doing her hair like it was important work.
Oliviér's fingers sharply pulled the hair into a knot with his handkerchief, tying her hair into a simple yet less unsightly bun.
He dropped his head, and looked down at her beet red face. His neck bent as he descended his head even lower until his forehead was grazing hers.
"You blush too easily, a detective is a master at concealing his emotions, if you are as easy as a book then you might as well walk away right because you're unworthy of being my assistant." He sternly said, even though his voice was as low as ever it was still cold.
She firmly nodded, while crackling in her heart from shame. What a bastard! Blush too easily? Do you not touch too easily? Why…. I should smack him on the head, and ruin that handsome face.
His fingers grabbed her cheek, pinching it gently. "At least you are a master at obedience."
He dropped his hand, then began to continue his walk up on the stairs of the castle, ignoring the guards that were peeking at them.
As he backed her, her face contorted. She sneered, and huffed lightly. "Fucker," she muttered as quiet as the wind.
"Or maybe not," She heard Oliviér say right after she had muttered.
Her face turned redder. Damn it, Alphas were terrible creatures.
As she followed him closely, he continued speaking. "This case is a tedious one, the dangers are unmeasurable. Before for me the man in charge of this case had three different assistants and they all died in this case, this thing….. the butcher has no sympathy, it is a true killing machine."
It was true. Elizabeth had heard gory tales of the Butcher Bleach. The "thing" it was called because it had no sympathy, no respect, no emotions. As long as you belong to the Werewolf gene it would mercilessly take off your head. Those involved with it had only ended up dead, none survived.
"But sir, what does the butcher have to do with us coming to the Palace?" Though she had to admit she felt amazing walking inside the King's Palace like this.
Although Oliviér was an asshole, he was truly well connected.
As they had reached the top of the stairs, ending up at top of the Palace tower, Oliviér craned his neck back as if he was about to speak when-
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