The Rhyme of the Depositary

069 - SEASON 2

Jasmine looked at Alice with full judgment. The woman Klayver recognizes as his wife looks impressive.

No more talking about beauty. Jasmine believes that if they compete with each other in the business of female calls, Alice could be the winner.

Alice is more than just beautiful. There was an aura of its own that Jasmine could capture. The beauty she has is not just the beauty of the face, but rather the value of her character and attitude.

Every movement is graceful, showing that it is a true arsictocrat. His smile, even Jasmine who had a female gender just admired the way Alice smiled. It was as if the heavens were giving new blessings through beings called women.

Most of Jasmine's questions began to be answered. He wondered what kind of woman would take Klayver's attention. In fact, this woman before him was like the reincarnation of a goddess who had a graceful charm.

The way she talks, the way she smiles, the way she behaves, everything shows Alice is not just any woman. Alright. Klayver deserves to be tempted by it. It is actually very unreasonable if there are men who are not tempted by pure beauty like him.

Jasmine smiled slightly, extending a hand sincerely.

"Hi, Alice. I've heard a lot about you from Klayver's useless mouth. Apparently he wasn't exaggerating. Klayver adores you." Jasmine gave a small laugh and glanced at the frowning Klayver in disbelief.

Since when did Klayver talk about Alice at length with Jasmine? The woman begins to hallucinate on her own.

Jasmine is the kind of woman Klayver tries to avoid under normal circumstances. Talking about his wife with the woman was something he himself found hard to believe.

"You're talking about me?" Alice received Jasmine's handshake, but her face looked at Klayver with a look of confusion.

Klayver is a pretty cold, introverted guy. Imagining the man being open with another woman is a little absurd.

But, if indeed Jasmine is a woman who has long been in communication and good relations, it is not impossible that this happens. It's just that, all this time Alice rarely heard Klayver have close friends. It was a bit strange if suddenly Klayver appeared in front of Alice.

"Don't believe her words too much. She is a woman whose mouth still needs to be taught many things" Klayver said.

Jasmine only laughed widely, while Alice and Rachel were dumbstruck.

"You praise me too much, Klayver." Jasmine again sat on the dining chair and tapped her index finger, gesturing for everyone to start the dinner party.

"You need to be praised in a very special way so that your character can be normal again" Klayver replied cynically.

Rachel shuddered at Klayver's cynical tone. He still feels uncomfortable adjacent to Klayver in one room since the ambush at his home some time ago.

Alice, who understood Rachel's situation, patted Rachel's hand slowly and invited her to sit down for dinner.

"My character was born. It's hard to change." Jasmine crossed her legs, starting to pick up some of the opening menus for her to greedily precede the others.

Klayver chose not to respond and pulled the two chairs next to her to sit on Alice and Rachel.

Axel who had sat back in his chair was just indifferent to the conversation at the dinner table. During the return trip, the boy was already used to facing the fierce debate between Klayver and Jasmine. Axel was no longer surprised.

They, on the other hand, are often childish and argue endlessly. Only Klayver had set limits several times to compensate for Jasmine's outrageous attitude.

"Klayver, you said he'd take care of me for a while. You mean how?" Alice remembered this. She looked at her husband, asking for an explanation.

It's a hard thing for Klayver to expose. He looked at his wife inside and said seriously.

"After dinner, let's talk about this later." Klayver gave a small smile, as if gesturing the topic they needed to talk about in private.

"All right." Alice understood the situation. He chose to budge and would not urge Klayver again.

"Mom, I brought some toys that Grandma gave me. I want to bring everything but Dad won't let me. He said it's better to keep some of it in Grandma's house so, if I go there, I still have the toy for me to play with." Axel began to open up his story.

Alice smiled slightly and confirmed Klayver's attitude. Axel needs to be arrested. Not every wish must be fulfilled. Otherwise, the character of the child can get out of control and grow up with quite a bad attitude.

"What Dad said is true, you must want to leave memories at Grandma's house, right? The toy you left there can be a reminder of Grandma whenever she misses you." Alice explained in a motherly tone.

Alice's paras softened each time she looked at her son. Axel, is the part of Anson that God still leaves for him. A legacy he would never lose in his entire life.

All the things that exist in Axel is the existence that Anson inherited. His eyes, the way he behaves, even he said.

Love is a lot of things. What Alice feels for Anson is precious. He cherished every memory that existed and did not eliminate it just because Klayver had been present.

Anson and Klayver's position is not a competitive position. They are both individuals who stand apart, have advantages and disadvantages of each like ordinary humans and equip Alice in different ways.

Alice is quite mature. He puts his memories with Anson in a box of his own that he keeps apart from the new memories he creates with Klayver. Both go hand in hand. Forming Alice into the person she is now.

"You're right, Mom. Grandma also said that." Axel responded to Alice's earlier statement.

Alice let out a sigh of relief knowing Violin still had limits in indulging her son. He was worried that the woman would do anything Axel's will without consideration.

Jasmine sat as an observer. Throughout the dinner, he passed through it in an indifferent manner. But, behind her such attitude she looked at everything in detail.

Jasmine was a person who could make her existence seem insignificant. His attitude tends to be outspoken and impressed cheap.

However, behind all that he is a very sensitive person. His ears are firmly attached to capture every conversation. His eyes were often considered to be pampered, trained to observe the situation in detail. All his actions he did automatically, because he was used to doing.

It's just that, for most people, the ability that Jasmine possesses is not easy to guess. If Klayver hadn't known Jasmine for long, she would have gotten into the woman's trap and underestimated Jasmine as well. Even for the size of a Klayver, Jasmine was the most unique asset he came across.

His character and ability are very different. Who would have thought that behind the short skirt and big chest that Jasmine had, stored an intelligent brain at the level of Einstein.

"I'm fine, just not willing to be a bully in the middle of your romantic moment" he replied flatly with a sincere smile. No pretense this time.

Alice replied to him with a similar smile and sighed in relief. Inwardly, he was sure this woman was not as bad as the outward appearance Jasmine was showing off.

"You're from New York, Jasmine?" Alice asked kindly. He chooses to form a bond of friendship with his new guest.

Jasmine took a few breaths before finally answering lightly. "I hate New York, lucky I don't come from there."

"Your main business is centered there, how can you hate New York?" Klayver cuts the beef steak and dips it in the available sauces.

Alice and Rachel glanced at each other in surprise. Jasmice is quite contradictory. For the size of a woman who claims to hate New York, but the source of her business is instead there.

"I guess we don't understand your way of thinking a little bit." This time Rachel spoke. He couldn't bear it either after a long time of staying silent.

"It's not always what you focus on must be the thing you love, too. That's what happened to me. I just...say, the traveler who happened to be stuck in metropolitan New York City and chose a business there. But I'm from London." Jasmine gave a small laugh, feeling funny by her own explanation.

Alice understood a few times and continued to eat again. She felt Jasmine was too ambiguous. For now, neither Alice nor Rachel chose not to interfere in Jasmine's affairs. Not time. Let the woman carry the secrets she holds. Every person always has their own secrets. The side that people hide from the world.

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The night is late. The wind was getting stronger against every leaf and made him fall surrender on the ground helplessly. The rustling sound of the leaves facing the wind creates harmony. Forming a song accompanies the sound of a faithful night animal accompanying the full moon.

A canvas-like realm, where the painter can change his mood and spill all his expressions on a piece of paper.

His valuable streaks made whatever the painter's brush poured reach deep meaning.

Some objects exist, some objects are missing. On other occasions, some objects switch, some objects are disguised. That's life. God is the best scenario. Nature is but a supporter of His absolute decisions. Indeed, humans are just puppets whose every limit of movement is controlled by the Creator.

In the end, those who arrive at the highest knowledge will understand that only a small fraction of the world is allowed to survive. Strength, is an impossibility for a dwarf creature like us.

What people have been heralding all along, about how human power can change the world is actually just an intermediary that God allows to happen. Without His blessing, all we do is futility.

This is what happened to Alice and Klayver. The two of them sat on the bed, discussing one problem after another that Klayver was facing.

Rachel, with her hesitation, had chosen a guest room for her to sleep in and let the couple share their stories with each other. Rachel had thought about going home, but was prevented by Alice because the day had been quite night.

"Many parties have paid tough people to come after me. Some people started to suspect my true identity as Eyes Evil and linked it to the Liecester family. Before they confirm the truth, I must move on."

It was time for Klayver to explain his intentions. He grabbed the hand of the woman who was now looking at him with sadness. Tears began to hang, ready to go down profusely soaked his cheeks that were as smooth as marble.

"You're in a dangerous position, aren't you?" Allice rubbed her cheeks that had been covered in clear water. Worry began to gnaw at his deepest heart. A new fear rippled out violently, demanding to be calmed down.

"Now it's not that dangerous. I just have to deal with them first. Trust me, Alice. I just need a little longer to clear this up."

Klayver gently wiped Alice's tears. There was a genuine concern that Alice gave. A wordless support. Until sometimes, the clayver felt unworthy of receiving such great attention from women as perfect as Alice.

Alice is the blessing of every dream Klayver has long dreamed of. This woman is not just giving love. But also the house whose door is always open for Klayver.

For the fugitive and cold-blooded killer like him, home and love are forbidden luxuries that are impossible to steal. But this woman has made that happen.

"How long? You want to leave me for a long time, don't you?"

Klayver had never talked about these emotional things before. With their conversation now, Alice concluded for sure Klayver's departure this time was not as simple as her husband tried to show.

"Maybe. I'm trying to leave you as soon as possible. But sometimes things get erratic, so I can't promise much. At most, I'll leave you half a year."

A half-year?

A short time for some. But for women who have experienced loss, half a year is the longest time that can be borne.

Half a year is a time where anything can happen to her husband. For a death-defying man like Klayver, bad things can happen in just a matter of months.

"Are you going to be okay?" Although this question sounds silly, Alice needs to make sure. At least, his heart needs to be calm.

"I'll be fine. But there is one thing I want to ask for. As long as I'm gone, don't call me. All contacts and communications will be temporarily closed. What I'm about to do is very sensitive. The technology I'm wearing is vulnerable to being infiltrated. I don't want them to break into the media I'm using, your contact being the first one they're looking for."

Alice remained silent for a long time. The tears began to pour out again. Will he be left without contact at all? Without communication? Oh God. Picture it. For whatever reason, Alice felt unable to.

But seeing the seriousness in her husband's eyes, Alice knew the matter this time was not a simple matter. If Klayver could only curb the ego to hold back for Alice, Alice should be able to do the same.

"So, that's why you chose Jasmine to take care of me?"

In Alice's eyes, Jasmine was not a careless woman. Klayver's choice always had its own secrets. Alice did not want to debate her husband's decision at this time. Everything Klayver does is full of calculations.

"Please promise me one thing" Alice pleaded.

"Anything."

"Go back safely."

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