OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 342: Exchange Of Letters

Emir sat on his office chair, his right hand playing with a pistol while he spun himself around aimlessly.

[So?]

His question was directed to Lyra, as they had been talking for a while. His so-called bodyguard had left long ago.

[Nothing's wrong, self-check results are fine, the history of what you did matches with the database, and so does your and my memories. Even the guard's own camera showed nothing out of the ordinary.]

Leaning his head on his left hand, he slowed the chair down and asked:

[Even the time?]

[Even the time.]

Her confirmation almost gave him a headache as he threw away the gun and kneaded his forehead.

Clack!

[Am I being overly paranoid again? It almost feels like deja vu at this point.]

Lyra's hologram materialized to his right, showing her in clothes different than usual, jeans and a normal white t-shirt.

"What do you think? I tried on a new style."

Emir smiled at her obvious attempt to change the subject and flowed along, deciding to ignore his paranoia.

"Beautiful as always, my white-haired princess-."

Picking up on his joke, she put the back of her hand on top of her head, kneeled slightly, and said with a happy voice:

"Oh~ my prince! Must you twist my heart so?" freewёbnoνel.com

He pushed his chair forward, crashed into her holographic body, and placed her on his lap.

"I must, for you always pull me out of the dark."

Her nonexistent heart fluttered as she heard his sincere words, ones disguised as nothing but a cringy joke.

"...I-I always will, my love."

Emir lowered himself and kissed her forehead, but his mouth touched nothing.

Her body was 'true' only to the augmented suit, so as his head wasn't connected to the suit like the rest of the body was, he couldn't feel anything.

But that didn't matter to the two of them, as she squirmed in his arms, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

Lyra didn't act like that for long however, her serious face returned as she stood up from his embrace.

She had things to do; if she continued to enjoy herself there for too long, their men might die. They needed her full focus to survive.

In truth, while she was talking to him, her real body was out of the sector, deep in some ruin, leading their people in a dive. Not only that, she also kept an eye on the entire family while helping Laura with her work.

The girl was certainly the cornerstone of his life, for without her, everything would slowly fall apart.

"Mhm..."

Eyeing her prince, she bids goodbye while blowing a kiss:

"I'll be home in an hour or two with the report; don't tire yourself out, okay?"

He waved back while nodding.

"Sure, sure, see you."

Her hologram dissipated, and he turned his attention to the terminal on his desk.

Navigating it took not much more than a second, and he opened Quinn's letter, showing it on the screen.

{Dear Sponsor,

I'm Quinn, the girl you sponsored. I'm writing this letter to thank you for believing in me. Not many do... I don't think there's anyone that does except you actually, but yeah, that doesn't matter. I'll show them what they're missing out on, and I'll prove to you that investing in me was the right choice!

Now with my promise out of the way, I'll tell you a bit more about myself. I won't ask about you since you're hiding your identity, but that doesn't mean that I should hide mine, right?

Anyways, Its...}

Emir continued to read the letter, which was many pages long, full of tangents, impossible promises, trauma dumping, useless information about herself, and much more.

It seemed that she thought of him as her therapist.

Chuckling at this joke of a situation, he shook his head and started writing back a reply.

{Dear Quinn,

You've done nothing wrong, child; it's the world that has betrayed you, but don't worry, just do your best. No matter the result, I'll still be here for you.}

He gave it a few reads, and after making sure the words contained a hidden meaning that only she would realize, he saved it in his drafts, planning to send it later, waiting for the opportune moment to have the most impact.

With that done, he turned off his terminal, clocked out, and stood up, heading back home.

Laura wanted to talk with him, and it had been a while since they saw each other, so he planned to spend the night there while also discussing the money distribution of their

business.

He still didn't tell them about Setrenc, the gathering of powerhouses, but he wasn't going to do that tonight. He needed to make sure of a few things first, ensure his family's safety, and

only then would he tell them.

So for now, only Lyra knew.

But what he did plan on revealing was that he would be a part of the Academy's undercover team, giving his jailer companion the stage to brief him on the mission details while letting the cute mother-daughter duo listen in.

And that was what happened.

After everything was done, they all went to their separate rooms, leaving Lyra and Emir alone

in the meeting room.

"Training room?"

"Training room."

Off they went, cultivating till the next day arrived.

...

As the sun beamed down at the Academy, Emir stood in front of his students, taking their attendance.

He had no class today, as it was only on Monday and Thursday; Tuesday being neither of the two meant that he only had a homeroom class, one where he would check up on his students. That was what he did as he walked around, asking them what classes they took, how they were doing in said classes, and which of the classes was the toughest for them.

Emir already had all of that information on hand, but asking them directly gave the impression that he gave a shit, and that would also put pressure on them to perform, so he continued to act as he was told, following Amon's orders to a tee.

Some students had doubts, and he cleared them, briefly explaining what they were taught while also making sure to not go further up the curriculum so as to not confuse them.

But as he was teaching, commotion suddenly erupted at the far left of the class.

"I didn't do jack shit!"

It was Arthur, his screams directed at an 'unnamed' sitting next to him.

"Don't lie! I know you did it!"

This 'unnamed' wasn't like the rest; however, he was a bully, and he was one of the three who

beat Arthur up in front of their professor.

Letting out a sigh, Emir walked towards them, his demeanor even colder than usual.

'A new event, huh?'