My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 740: The world of Irth (part-6)

"You have great reflexes, kid," The man with an eyepatch smiled at Azzy's response of action.

Azzy, however, was displeased by his act, "and you have a terrible personality, old man."

"Old man?" The man almost lost his balance for a second before he got up and looked at him, "Kid, you truly have the guts."

"And you are too arrogant, Old man," commented Azzy, throwing the dagger back at him. It went past him at blurring speeds and pierced into the table behind him.

"Wha…" The man was stunned for a moment; his whole body felt like it was paralyzed in fear as Azzy slowly walked toward him. Azzy walked past him and plucked out the dagger. Placing it softly on the man's hand, Azzy spoke to him, "Before you talk about anything, there are three things I wish to inform you. First of all, Miss Leiza is nothing more than a client for me. She is not my boss who could order me, and neither do I have any remote interest in her. Secondly, I don't care about your background and save it if you call me to give some sort of threat or try to interrogate me with the assumption that I approached the lady with ill intentions or something. Last but not least, if you aren't interested in employing my services for any reason, I would want to hear it directly from my client's mouth. Now, if you have anything to say, please do so."

Azzy glanced to the side and walked away, dragging the chair to the man and sitting before him as the latter looked at him in surprise.

"So?"

The man observed Azzy for a few seconds before he calmly stretched his hand, "In that case, pleasure to work with you."

Azzy nodded as he shook his hand.

The guy didn't talk much, except for telling him to keep Leiza safe and he could go back and wait for her.

As Azzy left the room, the man mumbled with a frown on his face, "This young man has killed before." He took a smartphone into his hands from the table and sent a text message to someone.

Roughly 20 minutes later;

"Sorry for the wait."

Leiza appeared before him in her unisex school uniform, which is a beige shirt and magenta pants with a magenta blazer over the top. Her pants complimented her long legs, and her ponytail exposed her smooth and long neck; additional makeup, a heart-shaped pendant, and beautiful two-tiered heart-shaped sapphire earrings only enhanced her beauty even more.

"Let's go…" Azzy got up to leave with her, but Leiza grabbed his hand all of a sudden, "wait. You want to go like that?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with these?" Azzy looked at his own wear. A black turtle neck t-shirt on the top, black chinos on the bottom, and a black coat over the t-shirt. His theme was all-black, obviously, as that's the clear he likes the most, but it isn't just that. They were also of a premium brand, quite more expensive than normal clothes. Hence, he could only ask her the reason.

To which Leiza replied with a giggle, "You look like a street bully or someone who likes fights. Only a long gold chain and some rings are missing. Anyway, there's still time till the homeroom period. So, we will stop by somewhere."

"Ah, Okay…"

After a while, his black turtle neck t-shirt changed to a simple white t-shirt at the mall, and then, they went to the saloon to fix up his messy, tousled hair look to something like a low-key slick back for a casual elegance look.

It's not that Azzy wanted a haircut, but he is helpless in this situation, too, as no scissor in this world would be able to cut even a strand of his hair.

Together, they returned to the academy just in time.

With no surprise, gazes fell upon them, some were admiring Leiza while some were curious about this new guy beside her.

Leaving him at the principal's office, she left for her class. Azzy stepped inside to talk about the formalities.

The principal then summoned his homeroom teacher to introduce Azzy and his unexpected circumstances that led him to join the academy in the middle of the semester, which, of course, was a lie made by the principal on Leiza's mother's orders.

Meanwhile, in Class 3A of twelfth grade, Leiza's desk was surrounded by a bunch of girls who were enquiring about the guy who walked with her side by side and conversed with her.

"Who is he?" "Your boyfriend?" "He is so handsome. We saw from the window." "Did you look at his height? Must be atleast 185cm." "C'mon, tell us Leiza." "You also looked like you put more effort today. When was the last time you did it? Three months ago, when you dated Bran?"

A group of guys who gathered in the back rows couldn't help but concentrate on their talk. The one in the center doesn't look pleased.

As Leiza continues to evade the topic and let their imagination grow wild, the homeroom teacher arrives with Azzy. Everyone returned to their seats.

They were quite curious as Azzy definitely didn't look like a local with his wheatish skin and hazel eyes. They were all pale-skinned and had black eyes.

"Silence, please. Welcome the new transfer student."

As the entire class fell silent, Azzy looked at all of them and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Rael."

And then, there were ten seconds of silence, and the homeroom teacher couldn't help but turn his head, "That's it?"

Azzy asked in reply, "What else should I say?"

The homeroom teacher then spoke to the students, "Rael here has lived abroad all his life and doesn't know the customs around here. Due to a family situation, he transferred to this academy. Any questions?"

A girl from the middle row swiftly shot her hand in the air; she had a bubbly smile, but the homeroom teacher seemed a bit annoyed but still maintained a forced smile, "Yes, Miss Yenna."

The student named Yenna asked with all smiles, tilting her head as if she was enthralled by his looks, "Rael, do you have a girlfriend? Are you an exclusive type or an open-minded type?"

"Ohhhh…" a collective cheer escaped from the back row, annoying the teacher even more.

"Hey, be quiet." After scolding them, the teacher turned his attention to the student, "Miss Yenna, sit down. You…"

Before he finished scolding her, Azzy interrupted with his reply, "Yes, I have a girlfriend, currently in a long-distance relationship, and I'm faithful."

"Eh?" Leiza's eyes widened for a moment but her calmness returned quickly.

Yenna once again shot her hand, "What if you fell in love with someone else here?"

"Yenna…" the homeroom got mad at her behavior, but Azzy once again beat him to him with his calm response, "That's impossible but if it happens, then, I will break up with her and pursue my new love."

"Oh!!!" As another collective cheer erupted from the back, some of them admiring his boldness to speak that way on his very first day while some thought that he was weird, Yenna questioned one more time, "What is your type?"

The homeroom teacher couldn't even speak this time as Azzy was ready with his answer, "I come from a martial arts family. Delicate girls are not my type. They don't need to fight but they should atleast be mentally tough."

"This boy…" the homeroom teacher shook his head with an inward sigh. Just as Yenna was about to question again, he acted this time fast enough, asking Azzy to take the seat.

Azzy observed the classroom. Some, both boys and girls, willingly moved aside to share the desk with him. Leiza didn't move but had her arms crossed and meaningfully looked at him.

Azzy walked toward her.

Leiza expected him to stop beside her and ask her to move aside as he is her hired bodyguard, but instead, he walked past her and stopped at the desk right behind her, where a gentle-looking boy in spectacles had books spread all over the desk. "Can I sit here?" Azzy asked him.

"Hey, look at him." "He had to pick that nerd of all the people." "I thought he would actually ask Leiza." "I heard that they came together earlier in the morning." "Are they friends?" "Nah, that's just a rumor. You know how it is. There are a lot of girls who are jealous of Leiza. She has beauty, brains, and background. What's not to feel envious of?" "Uhh… I beg to differ on her brains though. She is not that… you know…" "C'mon, wasn't she still in the top 20 all the time?" "That's just because her mother is the biggest shareholder of this academy." "That's just BS. Not all rich kids don't use money. She is sincere," "Ho, it looks like someone has a crush on the lady." "Shut up…"

Whispers filled the classroom.