Perverted Otherworlder 117 Odd?

The two women were waiting for him in the wrecked living room. Lyon couldn't guess what reactions they would have. As his transformation slowly turned back to normal, he barred his steel heart and took a step to confront them both.

"Do you hate me now? " Lyon asked as he closed his eyes. He was ready to hear what they were about to say,

"It's funny, normally, a person would take revenge if someone were to kill their father," said Biane as she looked at the floor below.

"But we feel nothing for him," said Clemora while smiling helplessly. The atmosphere became gloomy as sadness filled the room.

The sadness from their expression was not because of Lyon killing their father, but because they felt nothing when it happened. They knew deep inside them that their father was only using them as stepping stones for him to reach for the top but they refused to believe it. In their wishes, they only want a family, a true family, the ones that actually cared for each other, not using one or another.

Clemora said softly under her breath, "Was it a blessing or a curse, to be born in a noble lineage," as a warm drop of liquid started to gather around in the corner of her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as the tear finally ran through her cheek.

Biane was taking a deep breath, as she looked at the ceiling and her surroundings. She tried to remember the good times she had with her father, but nothing came out. It was only in her imagination that his father was a caring person.

"Thank you," said Lyon as he watched the two gloomy ladies. He put both of his bands on the back as he turned around and tiptoe while rocking back and forth. While smiling, he said, "Listen, I don't know what kind of childhood you beautiful ladies had, nor would I understand how you feel right now."

Biane and Clemora slowly averted their gaze to that lean yet strong back of him.

"But, if it's a happy memory that you want, you can always go and create one. Dwelling in the horrendous past and hoping something will change is stupid. Fate has its own way of dealing with you ladies, but so are you. How do you face fate?"

"Accept it, denies it, the choice is all yours. Both of you are one of the strongest women I've ever met in this world," Lyon turned to face both women with a smile on his face. He wiped their tears with his thumbs and held their cheeks before saying, "Tears do not suit you at all, put on a smile, the world is vast and big, your journey has finally begun."

Both women smiled as they closed their eyes and pressing Lyon's hand that held their cheek to feel the warmth even more.

Lyon's eyes opened wide as both women suddenly leaned to his embrace. Their hair was fluttering from the sudden leapt, as their soft lips met his chiseled cheeks. He felt the touches of a heavenly scene, his cheek slowly got wet as he didn't know whether it was their tears or their saliva but it mattered not.

Lyon tried to open his mouth, but only to be stopped by a slender finger. Clemora chuckled as she said, "Please don't say anything, I know your perverted nature will ruin this so just stay passive this time."

Her argument made Biane chuckled as well while Lyon with his gloomy look stared off them. The three of them stayed like that for a while before both Clemora and Biane got off from his embrace.

"Thank you, Lyon," chuckled Biane before she continued, "Never thought I would say that to the man that killed my father."
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Lyon could only smile wryly before saying, "Are you sure you two had enough? I could embrace you much longer you know, oh and my lips are dry."

Clemora got her cool demeanor back and coughed, "We have something more important to discuss, like what we should do now that 'he' is dead."

Lyon nonchalantly said, "Well, since I killed him, things will get a little wild around here in the near time. On that note, I believe there is something odd with your butler."

Biane furrowed her eyebrows as she said, "You mean Graff the head butler? What's wrong with him?" He had been a loyal servant to their family ever since they were a kid.

Lyon casually asked, "When you finish your mission, which is regarding the zither, you must have sent a letter to your fath- I mean 'him' right?"

To which they replied with a nod. It was true, the letter to request a carriage and successfully retrieving the zither was sent to their father.

Lyon smiled as he said, "Then you request a carriage from here to send you home, but with his personality, I doubt he personally made the arrangement."

Biane was still confused but Clemora lost in deep thought. She seemed to almost getting what Lyon was trying to say.

"You mean that Graff was the one that made the arrangement?" asked Clemora after she contemplated.

"Unless the maid had the right," said Lyon. But Clemora immediately denied it, "No, only Graff has the privilege to made one since he was his personal butler."

Lyon smirked as he said, "Then try to remember when we first got here."

Clemora was deep in thought as she tried to recount the event back then. (Hmm there is nothing odd going on back then) thought Clemora as the event replayed in her mind over and over again.

"Wait a minute..." Clemora opened her eyes wide as the event replayed one last time.

"No way..." said Clemora softly.

Biane was at lost, "What is it? What's wrong with Graff?"

Clemora averted her gaze to her older sister, "When we first arrived, isn't odd that... he didn't ask about the two guards?"

Chapter end

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