Bent Fate (An Arknights Fanfiction)

Chapter 73.2

For a while, every person out on the street, Rhodes Island or Reunion, kept a glare at each other, not moving a foot anywhere else but where they are at the moment.

The one person that is moving something is the boy in white, clapping his hands. His raised eyebrows lowered, the big smile on his face replaced with parted lips. His hands slowed, and eventually stopped clapping while he stares at them with a confused look.

"What's wrong?..." the boy asked with almost genuine confusion. "I came to praise you, friends!"

While the soldiers behind him were looking at each and every one of the Rhodes Islanders, the latter eyed solely on him.

Mephisto. Some might find the name terrifying, and would later laugh at the bearer of the name, being that he's a kid.

But it's a kid with an appropriate name.

He might look like just a young man, but the rounded eyes, unusually smaller pupils, tell of something else.

"You're not just going to ignore me the whole time, are you?!" he laughed.

(Y/N) tightens his grip on Jessica's thighs the very second he felt them tremble.

Even his legs felt shaky, but he would rather push through his limits, conceal it as best as he can.

This person they're facing takes joy from the things that terrify most.

"Madam Ch'en!"

The lung lowered further, gripping her sheathed blade as she was called.

"... you don't seem like in the most perfect condition to fight. What happened to your arm?"

"None of your concern."

Mephisto takes a step back, covering his mouth. "Oh! Still furious, I see... what was I thinking, a broken arm wouldn't quell a dragon's fury."

"Negotiating with this bastard would never work." (Y/N) whispers, earning a glance from Mostima. "How did he find us...?"

The caster, roughly three meters away from him, coughs.

Mephisto quickly picks up on it and raises his head, averting his gaze to the rear of their line.

"It could be me..." Mostima hinted, pursing her lips afterwards.

"Huh?" (Y/N) frowned. "Well then, you should have been more careful!"

The sankta lowers her head and puts a palm on her temple.

"Something the matter, miss?" Mephisto asks.

Mostima and (Y/N)'s eyes looked back at him.

"You seem troubled..." the boy observed, then smiling, "Aren't you an odd one, I've never heard of an angel with a sarkaz's features, but I think I've seen you in Lungmen before."

Mostima shrugs her shoulders. "Well, props to you, you have a good eye."

"Mostima?" (Y/N) whispers. "I just said negotiations won't work with him"—

"You..." Mephisto called.

(Y/N) turns his head. The boy is now looking at him.

"... esteemed leader of Rhodes Island, am I correct?"

The Doctor keeps silent, and simply gulps it down.

"... we have quite an extraordinary party here. What's the Doctor of Rhodes Island, and madam Ch'en doing here?"

"You could answer that yourself." Ch'en said.

"Right. You must be here to... be a nuisance once again..." he declares. "A nuisance, hindering us infected from the bright future that is supposed to be ours!"