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"Let\'s be generous, you have a big capacity that could accommodate all I need to know." Lank countered.

Mr. Gaviel shook his head, he had made a big mistake by stopping Lank from doing what he had threatened.

"It depends on what you\'re asking." He replied, folding his arms.

Rubbing his palms he snickered at the thought that crossed his mind.

"What happened to Fae when you had brought her in?" He whispered, still unsure if Lumina\'s barrier was trustworthy when it came to filtering out sounds.

Making a hushed hand, he pointed in the direction of where the two love birds were catching on the lost time together.

Narrowing his eyes, he turned his attention back to Lank. "Is that really important?"

"I guess I\'d just call someone more interested in her whereabouts than I am." He shrugged, stomping his feet and heading towards Lumina.

"Wait!" Mr. Gaviel called out once more, gritting his teeth right after.

Taking a few steps back, Lank hummed and smirked at how he was able to get away with this once more.

"You four have something in common."

"Excuse me?" Lank did a double-take on what he had heard.

"Me... who, who and who?" Lank pointed at himself and the rest he couldn\'t place them so pointed to his side.

Mr. Gaviel shook his head at having to watch Lank play stupid in front of him and facepalmed as he thought of the best way of putting it in its simplest term.

,m "The organization gives a special preference to Nix, lumina, Gia and you–even though you are the stupid one of the bunch." He mumbled on the latter part.

Lank\'s brow twitched in response to what he had heard. He flashed his teeth at Mr. Gaviel, making him feel uncomfortable with his actions.

"Mr. Gaviel," he began, trying his hardest to stay calm. "You seem to forget I have better hearing than the average human–not that you should care or anything."

Sweat dripping, Mr. Gaviel\'s heart raced, recalling what he had said earlier.

"Whatever you might have heard is mere whispers going around." He tried to justify his speech, feeling he had toyed with his speech recklessly.

Lank shook his head at his pathetic attempt at convincing him otherwise.

"That\'s not the reason I called your attention to that aspect," he related.

"Why is the organization giving preference to just the three of us?" Lank was curt as he asked.

"You four have something no other student can give to the organization." He related.

His thumbs were playing and twirling around each other, staring and deep in thought.

"I see, you don\'t want to respond to the question because you might get killed." He said in one go and immediately gasped for some air.

"It\'s best you\'re kept in the dark. When the time is right, you would wish you had a simple life." He replied grimly, thinking of what he had lost when he joined the organization.

"Where\'s you know who?" He hissed, wanting answers to that at the least.

He had to mentally prepare himself for the worst–it couldn\'t pass the fact that she was dead.

"She\'s..." Mr. Gaviel paused, looking to the left, then the right, and lowered his tone more than it already was, confident Lank could still hear him. "I want you to promise not to say a word, I am only telling you this because you are the one who was actively present at the time."

Lank nodded his head to the request even though he understood quite little of what and why that was required of him.

"I had to send her away to a friend, don\'t worry she\'s in safe hands... so long she keeps hidden for the time being." He added.

"So not dead," Lank affirmed all that he had heard with a nod.

His smile only broadened to the news, his mind calmed at the prospect of one day seeing her again and of being forced to a corner, he could have an answer to give Lumina or Nix.

"Why was she sent there?" He questioned, suddenly confused as to why that was needed since she was healing just fine with the help of miss Galena.

"She had unintentionally meddled in the affairs of the organization and deemed a threat meant to be eliminated by me."

All the hairs on Lank\'s body stood after he heard his explanation, his eyes glowed as his once calm demeanor changed to rage.

"What gives them the right to dictate who lives and who dies?" He growled.

His eyes glared daggers at Mr. Gaviel, skeptical about all he had been told so far. "How am I sure you aren\'t lying and secretly killed her and replaced all of this with bullshit?"

A smile graced Mr. Gaviel\'s lips, not even flinching to Lank\'s feral side emerging. "If I had wanted to kill her, do you think I should bring her in that bloody state to be healed and then killed again?!"

He looked up and held a glare at Lank, "what do you think?"

Lank hesitated, his nerves calming at his explanation. Deactivating his ability he exhaled and inhaled. "The organization does weird shit, you should know that."

Mr. Gaviel nodded his head to the statement, his mood darkened at the thought of losing Neider to that cause.

"I have lost all that\'s dear to me," he said with a sigh, looking up to the ceiling and forcing a smile. "There\'s nothing more I can do for anyone, so to redeem myself I had to go against the orders of the organization."

Lank\'s eyes softened to his words, this was one of the rare moments in which he would see Mr. Gaviel in such a gloomy mood.

"What does that mean for you?"

Mr. Gaviel brought his attention back to Lank and chuckled, "so long the secret isn\'t out, I stay alive. But until then, I\'d make good use of the little time I have left." He shrugged.

"Who\'s a sculptor that possesses curse magic?" Lank suddenly switched the conversation.

Mr. Gaviel did a double-take on what he had heard, shocked at the fact Lank knew such a confidential description of a rogue magic user.

"Where did you hear this?!" He hissed.