Chapter 104: Bird Language Translator

The first thing Jasmine did when she arrived at the mansion was plan out her survival during her mission. It seemed a bit too early to think about that when she was yet to even receive the details about what she would be doing but she didn't put it past Scarlet to plan her murder in this kind of way. If she failed and ended up dead, it would he her fault for being incompetent.

It wouldn't help to practice her combat skills since she would probably not be able to counter whatever she was going to face anyways, so she could only ensure she had a sure way to safety if worse came to worst. If her life was on the line, she was not going to brave it out in the name of dying a warrior. Of course she would bolt away! Coward or not, she needed her life if she was going to get back at Scarlet.

"I don't know why I care about this in first place." She sighed, indulging in a monologue. "It's not about revenge. It's just self defense. Yeah, that's what it is." She muttered.

She was not going to pretend that she didn't hate the goddess who killed her before, but she felt like she loathed Scarlet much more than she should, even by the standards of her victim who was still on the receiving end of her schemes. Perhaps Dairon hated her too. She guessed. She had found out the reason why she felt some of Dairon's sentiments as though they belonged to her. Maybe this was just one of them.

She pulled her hair into a bun, set her scepter aside and tried to open the black door at the fastest speed she could, picturing an emergency.

For the first ten times she tried, it would take two minutes for the black door to appear. That was too slow for an emergency situation. She didn't think it would always be possible to stall for two minutes while waiting for her escape. Sometimes a few seconds was all it took for the worst to happen.

She was drained by the time she managed to open it within two seconds and that was probably because the door must have felt that it was an emergency. She cheered and tried a few more times before scribbling a note with trembling hands and throwing it through the door. She wanted to be certain that it didn't lead to Blaze's side anymore.

She waited for a few seconds before making another paper plane with a blank note and throwing it in. A figure appeared on the other side and she yelped and jumped back, only to see Dairon walking in through it.

"You scared the crap out of me." She patted her chest.

He grinned and held the unfolded note in his hand up for her to see. "Hello there, father." He read out with a laugh before closing in on her. He felt her sweaty forehead for a fever under her flustered gaze and chuckled. "You are beautiful. You are so cute, I swear. But I wouldn't take you for a daughter."

She gulped as he traced her face with a mischievous look before he leaned in to her ear. "But if you want to have a daughter with me, I will gladly agree to that."

Her face reddened as she pulled away swiftly. "That's… not what I was going for. I thought the note would either end up with Lord Blaze or nowhere."

"Have you ever seen a door leading to nowhere?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know." She wrung her hands awkwardly. If he put it that way, her expectation sounded silly.

He glanced at her scepter and the mess of her books on the desk then looked back at her.

"I'm getting ready for my mission." She explained.

"Why did you come in through the door anyway?" She asked.

"You thought about me when you opened it." He said matter-of-factly, making her tap her lower lip with her index finger.

"Did I?" She didn't remember him crossing her thoughts. Well, it wasn't impossible that he had been on her mind all along. He seemed to have taken permanent residence in her mind and would be there even when she didn't notice it.

She glanced towards the door and wanted to poke her head through but was afraid she would be sucked in. "What's on the other side?"

She turned to get a response from him, and only realized for the first time that he looked different. She pointed at the ends of the short hairs beside his ear. "Your hair!" When she circled him, she realized that all his hair had black ends. It was as though he had dyed it evenly.

"It will be back to normal by morning." He reassured her.

She shook her head. She didn't find it odd. It looked beautiful that way, but she wanted to know what happened to it.

"I was in the underworld just now." He stated both to answer her question and satisfy her curiosity about his hair.

"The underworld does this to you?" She touched his hair curiously and realized the main point. "Why were you in the underworld?"

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He reached behind her head to undo her bun, letting her hair fall freely to her back and frowning in disapproval at how sweaty she was. Why was she exerting herself? He was about to scold her when he met her curious probing gaze. He cupped her cheeks. "I went to meet Pearl. The curse on Sophie and Dahlia has been lifted."

"Thank goodness." She let out the sigh she had been holding. "Thank you so much, Dairon. I don't know how to thank you enough."

He flashed a smile. "It's my duty."

She looked up to meet his eyes and hers were filled with warmth. It was not his responsibility to take care of her family but he had taken it upon himself to save them from something that happened because she was being targeted, and he had not hesitated to risk his life while at it. She suddenly started to feel that she was taking advantage of him.

"Don't give me that look." He tapped her nose to stop her from whatever nonsense she was about to spew. He was familiar with that kind of gaze. If she wanted to devote herself to him, he wanted it to be out of her selfish need for him. Not because of anything unrelated to her feelings for him.

She nodded. "Noted."

Then she pulled away from him. "I'm going to take a bath. The messenger bird should be here soon."

"Are you expecting a letter?" He asked and glanced at the books strewn on her desk. He went over to the desk to organize them.

She was about to tell him to let them be but he had already swiftly gotten to it so she let it go and shrugged. "Scarlet's mission. I have a feeling that although she is sending them two days earlier, I will not be prepared for whatever she assigns me even if she were to send it two years earlier."

He looked at her from over his shoulders as his hands gathered all the paper into one neat pile. "And I have a feeling that you are overestimating Scarlet."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked with a frown. He didn't answer her so she went to the bathing chamber. His words still made her think hard.

On the other hand, Dairon finished arranging the stationery and noticed the notebook that had fallen onto the floor. He leaned down and picked it, smoothing out the sheets that crumbled from the fall. She had used her notebook to rewrite the enchanted book. A smirk formed on his lips at how her brain was wired.

His eyes trailed onto the page that he had just finished smoothing out, which must also be the page she had been reading, and he checked it out of curiosity. It was the content of a letter. He shook his head with a frown.

To the bearer of the seven element scepter.

I saw the future and the heiress had been killed. Fate had cursed her by giving her the same weakness as the one she had manipulated to murder someone else. She deserved it, if you ask me.

Your love, C. 

He glanced in the direction of the bathroom. Many deities referred to Scarlet as 'the heiress' sarcastically. Jasmine had found out how to end Scarlet. He didn't know what to think of it.

….

The messenger bird arrived at sunset and Jasmine stared at it questioningly. "Did you find friends to play with again?"

Dairon, who was sitting opposite her in the library, laughed. "He's on time. He only got the letter a few minutes ago."

"Okay, bird language translator." She gave him a side eye and took the letter.

She unfolded it with a smirk and it widened into a smile when she read the content, which was in the language of gods. She would never have understood a thing if she didn't spend time in the realm of sloths, learning how to read the language of gods.

It took a while to piece together the meanings of the characters until they made sense.

"I wouldn't expect less from Scarlet. Retrieve Narilia's scepter from the underworld? Really?"

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