Chapter 55: Club Adventures (3)
"Young Master Arren?" After a few moments of silence, Rave finally spoke. His tone was still gentle, although with a hint of surprise.
"Oh, I didn’t know that you knew my name." Arren sheepishly replied again, despite the fact that he knew the other couldn’t possibly not know his name.
Rave was someone who most likely knew the whole upper nobility better than the upper nobility themselves. Someone who was investigating the downfall of his family, which was once a Marquis House, would definitely investigate the one in power first.
However, what he said didn’t elicit much expression from the omega. He only calmly smiled and nodded. Arren was convinced that the way the other could hide his emotions inside so well was really incredible; could he ask Rave to teach him?
"Young Master Arren is the most beautiful omega in the Empire. It’s only natural that I know who you are," Rave answered in a calm tone, as if what he said was nothing and couldn’t make someone flustered.
And that someone who was still trying so hard to maintain the mischievous grin on his face had long felt his ears heating up. Arren was suddenly embarrassed after being complimented by the protagonist himself. The compliment was also so cringe-worthy that he wanted to die; who even gave him that title?
For a moment, both of them seemed to forget the situation that they were in. There was still chaos in their surroundings, but they still had time to lightly talk with each other.
After a few seconds and an explosion from the second floor, they both instinctively looked in that direction. The people that were still inside and had yet to exit the club began to get messed up once more; it even intensified this time around.
Arren also became serious, although, for some reason, he wasn’t that nervous. Since he came to this place and they started preparing for this operation, he already anticipated that something like this would happen. He knew that capturing Curt would not be easy.
He returned his attention to Rave and smiled.
"We need to get out of here," he said then glanced at the still almost like a battlefield entrance; everyone’s emotions had become such a mess that it was even harder if they wanted to squeeze themselves into that crowd. Moreover, his foot was still injured.