Chapter 17: Supplies
"Elflame," he muttered. "So this is the anchor point."
Elflame was the city just outside the Academy—controlled by the Academy, in fact. They had arrived in a hotel room, but now he had stepped outside. From where he stood, he gazed out at the streets. They were quieter than usual. That meant the Academy was no longer in session.
"Haah... haa... haa..."
He turned at the sound of heavy breathing and found Anna stumbling behind him, barely managing to keep her dress on. A few men on the sidewalk had already started eyeing her—some with crooked grins, others just gawking like idiots.
"Can you not look like a slut? You’re drawing attention," he said sharply.
What he hadn’t realized was that while his face had been reconstructed, it had also been altered. The scarf he used to hide his face no longer served a purpose—his face was no longer recognizable.
"Tch," she clicked her tongue, tugging her dress down. It had ridden up far too high as she’d scrambled to fix her bra in a rush, unintentionally giving those leering bastards something to fantasize about.
"Where... are you taking me?" she asked, unease tightening her voice. Ever since he’d mentioned killing her, she knew—her life was in his hands now, and he had no intention of letting her go.
"You’ll see," he replied without even a glance.
"Teleportation gate," she muttered as she recognized the route.
He didn’t respond.