Chapter 238: A Date With Death
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The tension was in the air, though the faint smell of roasted food still lingered. Kara’s hand still pressed against the table, her golden hair catching the candlelight, her eyes burning into Arthur’s.
George, standing just a few paces away, adjusted his cuffs. His eyes flicked between the two younger figures, the fire in Kara’s eyes, the irritating calmness in Arthur’s and he sighed as though he’d just witnessed the opening act of a play he wanted no part in.
"Well..." George cleared his throat delicately. "It appears, Master Arthur, that this is not a discussion in which an aging person such as myself is required. I shall... ah... take my leave now."
Arthur’s head tilted, amused. ’You just want to run away.’
George’s brows arched as he gathered his composure, bowing slightly at the waist. "Sir. I shall be in the west wing... tending to something immensely important." He coughed lightly, already edging toward the exit. "Do call for me when the shouting ceases."
With that, George made a very dignified but very quick retreat, the echo of his shoes carrying down the hallway until the doors shut behind him.
Arthur leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk. "Well... now it’s just us."
Kara straightened, her fists clenching at her sides. "Don’t play games with me, Arthur. I want to know about her. About Didi, it’s about time you spill the beans, you didn’t last time in our vacation when she suddenly appeared out of nowhere.."
Arthur gave an exaggerated sigh, as though her suspicion was exhausting him. Then, instead of answering, he pushed away from the table, stood, and in one smooth motion slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Aren’t you going to ask how I’m doing instead?" he said, voice dropping softer, almost teasing. "The whole deal with the Blackest Night... it really drained me both physically and mentally."
Kara’s breath hitched at the sudden closeness, her cheeks flushing pink. She turned her face away, staring at the floor, but her voice tried to hold firm. "Don’t... don’t try to change the subject.."
Arthur tilted his head down, catching her eyes with his own, his smirk softening. "I’m not trying to.."
But before he could finish, Kara lifted a finger and pressed it against his lips, silencing him. Her eyes, blue and fierce, locked on his.
"Just tell me this," she whispered, quieter now but more dangerous. "Do I have to worry about her as well?"
Arthur studied her for a long moment, then smiled faintly, shaking his head. "No. You don’t need to worry about that person."
Kara’s shoulders relaxed a little, but she quickly stepped back, crossing her arms and turning her face away again. "Then what kind of powers does she have?"
Arthur froze. His eyes flickered, caught off guard. ’She noticed something...’
He forced his expression to smooth, lifting a brow. "What are you talking about? Didi is just a normal.."
"Arthur." Kara’s voice cut sharp. "You know I can tell when people lie."
Arthur’s jaw tightened, and for a moment he cursed silently in his head. ’Kryptonians... always too perceptive.’
He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "This is about the fact that you couldn’t hear us, isn’t it?"
Kara nodded once, her lips pressed in a thin line.
Arthur’s eyes glowed faintly violet. "That was me."
Her brow furrowed, suspicion still sharp.
Arthur took a step forward, his tone shifting to something quieter, more honest. "I can use that sort of magic. I have... plenty of skills I never showed you. Or anyone else. Raven included."
Kara held his gaze for a long moment, searching him. Then finally, with a small "hmph," she turned her head. "Fine."
Arthur exhaled, relief easing his chest. But his thoughts darkened immediately. ’Can’t believe I have to control my heartbeat around her now... There’s no way I can tell her the truth. How could I explain that Didi is literal Death itself? Or that I’m supposed to meet her tomorrow...’
He pushed the thought away and moved toward her, slipping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. He let a soft laugh slip out. "I can’t believe you’re jealous."
Kara went stiff instantly, her face burning red. She shoved lightly against his chest, looking everywhere but at him. "Jealous? Ha! I’m just... curious about her, that’s all."
She still wouldn’t meet his eyes, stammering as she added, "Considering she’s... mysterious and all..."
Arthur just looked at her, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. He said nothing, and the silence pressed harder than words.
Kara’s face burned deeper. "F-Fine! Since everything’s okay... I’ll be leaving now!"
She spun on her heel, cape whipping dramatically as she stormed toward the balcony. Without so much as a backward glance, she leapt into the sky, a streak of blue and red disappearing into the clouds.
The dining hall of his estate fell quiet again.
Arthur sank back into his chair, rubbing his temples with both hands. "Dear God..." he muttered, staring at the half-finished plate of food. "This is going to kill me faster than Nekron or anyone else ever could.."
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The night passed, and the sunlight creeping in through the half-drawn curtains painted pale lines across Arthur’s face. He rolled over, his body still heavy. Just when he thought he could steal another hour, the familiar, measured voice of George broke his slumber.
"Master Arthur," George said in that calm but pointed tone of his, "I’m afraid you’ve a visitor."
Arthur cracked one eye open, the other buried under his pillow. His voice was hoarse with sleep. "...A visitor, you say..."
"Yes, sir." George adjusted his spectacles as if the morning light itself demanded formality. "A young lady. Dark-haired."
Arthur’s eyes snapped fully open. He sat upright in an instant, his ashen white hair a mess, the weight of realization slamming into him. "...Shit. It’s Didi."
George tilted his head, arching a brow with practiced elegance. "Ah. Might this be the same individual Miss Kara made such a spirited fuss over yesterday?"
Arthur dragged a hand down his face. "Yes. Her."
George hummed softly, almost to himself. "I must admit, sir, I understand her concerns..."
Arthur cut him a sharp look, his blue-tinged eyes narrowing. "Don’t you start lecturing me as well."
George raised both hands in mock surrender, his composure unbroken. "Perish the thought. I would never presume to dictate your personal affairs. You are, of course, free to... indulge as you wish. However..." He paused delicately, voice lowering. "Keeping secrets from those closest to you rarely ends gracefully."
Arthur exhaled sharply through his nose, standing, stretching his still-sore muscles. "Enough, George. It’s not like that."
George’s eyes lingered, patient as always.
Arthur sighed again, more controlled this time. "I’ll explain it to you later. Only you. I am planning to tell them, but... not now."
"I see." George clasped his hands behind his back, voice softening into understanding. "So it is a... complicated matter. A professional arrangement, then. Not exactly... a love situation."
Arthur, already pulling a shirt over his head, shot him a grateful look. "Yes. Now you get it."
George only smiled faintly, the kind of smile that said I hear your words, but I’ll reserve my judgment for later.
By the time Arthur stepped out of his room, pulling his jacket on, the aroma of coffee drifted through the hall. Downstairs, in the sitting room, Didi was waiting. She sat with her legs crossed elegantly, a porcelain cup of dark liquid balanced in one hand. George, of course, had served her.
The moment Arthur entered, her face lit with that small, enigmatic smile of hers. "Arthur. Can’t believe you were sleeping... even after I told you I’d be here early for our date, I only have today as a day off you know"
George coughed into his fist, ever so quietly, then leaned toward Arthur with the air of a conspirator. "Professional relationship..." he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for Arthur to hear.
Arthur’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. He only looked back at Didi, shrugging with a faint smirk. "Yeah, well. Can’t blame me, though. I had a pretty big fight just yesterday."
"Oh, I know," she said, her tone half-amused, half-reproachful. She set the cup gently on the table, then rose to her feet with an almost unnatural grace. "You’ll have plenty of time to rest when you’re dead. For now..." Her dark eyes glimmered with something deeper. "Shall we leave?"
Arthur and George exhanged glances at her words and then he met her gaze evenly, then nodded once. "Let’s."
As the two walked toward the door side by side, George remained standing near the table, arms folded behind his back. He gave a subtle bow and spoke in that quiet, sophisticated tone of his, mostly to himself.
’A date, she says... Professional indeed.’
Arthur, without turning back, lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave, as though to shoo the man away.
George only smiled thinly, watching them go. "Young men and their secrets..." he murmured, before gathering the barely touched teacups with flawless composure.
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