His face fell. "Iâm Martin Warren!"
Paige Summersâs lip twitched. âAlright, so besides the generic face, he has an even more generic name...â
Still, one thing was certain now.
She put away her Short Sword and headband, not forgetting to shove Blue away with her foot.
"What exactly did Marcus Monroe send you two here for?"
Martin Warren straightened up and innocently patted the wall behind him. "I was just here for a routine safety check and to recharge its energy. As for him, I have no idea."
âSo he has an Electric Ability... What a rare and practical superpower! But back with the Hunting Party, she vaguely recalled him using a different abilityâone where his arms swelled up, growing thick and long like a chimpanzeeâs, multiplying his attack speed and strength several times over. That means heâs a dual-ability Superpower User... A chimp that can control electricity, though? What a sight. My eyes canât take it.â
âBut Marcus Monroe really has some talented people under him!â
âBut why did they all flock to the Lucky Hunters? What are they up to?â
As Paige Summers was pondering this, Blue, who had just staggered a few steps before steadying himself, raised his head blankly. "Were you talking about me?" He looked as if heâd just woken from a long dream, completely unaware of what heâd said or done, having reverted to the shy boy he was before.
Paige Summers gave him a profound look but directed her question to Martin. "Martin Warren, whatâs his deal?"
"Oh, I know about that. Itâs a split personality! Caused by some unpleasant experiences. He only turns into âBlack Blueâ occasionally, and heâs just a bit of a trash-talker who canât keep his hands to himself. Most of the time, heâs our adorable Blue, so donât worry about it!"
"Pfft-hahaha..." Seeing Blueâs ears turn bright red and his timid expression, she couldnât help but burst out laughing.
âThese two are hilarious, each one funnier than the last!â
âFor such a serious guy, Marcus Monroe certainly isnât picky when it comes to recruiting people.â
Seeing her laughing happily, Martin Warren quickly sidled up to her. "Iâm being completely serious, my dear Paige. Want to go out and have some fun?"
"Oh? What kind of fun?"
"By leaving the city, of course! Itâs so boring in here. I know a place where you can slay Mutant Beasts to your heartâs content. Itâs not even dangerous, and youâre guaranteed to get Crystal Cores! So? Are you tempted?"
Paige Summers blinked. His words were exactly what she wanted to hear. She had already been planning to go on a hunt after finishing her design schematics. âTo a certain extent, Marcus Monroeâs people are the most trustworthy ones around right now,â she thought. âAnd even though this Martin Warren seems like an unreliable smooth-talker, the warmth spreading through my chest doesnât lie. He genuinely holds a great deal of goodwill toward me!â
"Alright! But I wonât be free for another three days."
Martin Warren waved his hand magnanimously. "No problem! Just be ready. Iâll come pick you up first thing in the morning three days from now!"
Paige Summers beamed. "Then itâs a deal!"
Once they had set the time, Martin Warren gave Blue a pat on the back of the head as if he were a child, then left, humming a little tune.
The courtyard grew quiet again. After a moment, Blue mumbled, "Could you... not tell Young Master Monroe about this...?"
Paige Summers glanced at him and agreed readily. "Got it. Iâll keep it a secret." âIâm not a gossip, after all. Besides, even as âBlack Blue,â the kid doesnât seem like he could do much real harm, right?â Thatâs what she thought at the time. Before long, however, she would learn that she had definitely made the mistake of judging a book by its cover.
Hearing her promise, Blue let out a huge sigh of relief.
Young Master Monroe had always demanded that he do his best to control his transformations, but sometimes, it wasnât that easyâespecially when it involved people he was close to. In his heart, Young Master Monroe, the man who had saved him, trained him, and allowed him to live like a normal person, was the one and only true master of The Dead City. As for that preening peacock, Shawn Monroe, he felt nothing but disgust.
That was why he had lost his composure when Paige Summers said what she did.
Now that he had calmed down and thought it over, her tone had been full of playful mockery; she probably hadnât meant it seriously. But at that moment, heâd been like a lit fuse on a firecrackerâonce it started, he couldnât stop it.
He really hadnât wanted to disappoint Young Master Monroe...
At this thought, his spirits sank, and his voice dropped. "Iâll take you there now."
Paige Summers noticed the change in him and simply gave a small nod, saying nothing more.
âEveryone has their own troubles.â
Just like her. Sheâd been gone from her bossâs shop for days, but she couldnât avoid the inevitable.
The Upper District was the Inner City, so of course it had its own dividing walls. They werenât particularly tall, but they were said to be insurmountable in their own way. Normally, only the East Gate was open, and you needed a pass to get through.
Paige Summers didnât have to worry about any of that. Blue acted as her chauffeur, driving a car that was fully equipped with everything they needed.
The two of them arrived on a street in the Upper District without any trouble.
It wasnât a very bustling area; most of the traffic consisted of cars rather than pedestrians.
Her bossâs new furniture store was at the west end of the street. Although the exterior was nicely decorated, the storefront was completely deserted.
Paige thought to herself, âAt this rate, business is probably worse than it was in the Lower District! He canât just burn through his savings. I wonder what his plan is.â
With that thought, she waved to Blue, who insisted on waiting in the car, and entered the shop by herself.
"Boss!"
The small showroom was empty except for two sets of tables and chairs for customers, both in a style that seemed quite familiar.
She studied them for a moment, then ran her hand over the surface.
âTheyâre new... and surprisingly exquisite...â
Ah! She suddenly remembered. When they were making the wine server, she had drawn some antique-style sketches of tables and chairs to help her boss practice with the delicate parts. Sheâd had him build scaled-down versions, since they werenât too different from the things he was used to making.
âAnd these ones right here were full-sized versions!â
âLooks like the boss is a quick thinker.â
She smiled, and as she looked up, she saw Woody Warren bursting out from the back room. His face was a picture of desperate longing, like a man who hadnât eaten in days and had just laid eyes on a gourmet feast.
"Kiddo, youâre finally back!"
Startled by his boisterous, enthusiastic voice, Paige Summers instinctively sidestepped his attempt at a bear hug. âSo Iâm that important to him!â A small part of her couldnât help but feel touched. But her happiness was short-lived.
A clear, cool female voice spoke up from behind Woody Warren. "You must be Paige Summers. Why did you suddenly disappear for so many days? My uncle has been run ragged."