Chapter 26: The Midnight Show [Part 2]

Chapter 26: The Midnight Show [Part 2]

Today, Eden was once again in the main building of the academy, more specifically in front of the dean's office.

The Underworld, where the Undying stayed. The Hades of this world, the demons of the demons, and the devils of the devils.

"Ahem, student, did you take any kind of appointment?"

"No."

"..."

"Sir isn't here inside."

"Haa, then who do I see?" Eden questioned. The receptionist couldn't help but massage her head.

'I don't get paid enough for this sh*t!'

She complained inwardly. Grabbing her phone, she called Victos.

"Ermmm, tell him I'm not here..."

"Unfortunately, the phone's on loudspeaker..." It was Eden who grinned as he said those words.

"..."

"Alright, brat, come in."

Shutting his phone, Victos couldn't help but facepalm.

Why do I feel like this brat will grow into a troublemaker?

For some reason, the last time these two met, he had a hunch that he would be seeing Eden regularly.

Sigh, let's just hope that the meetings are very rare...

A student coming to the dean's office repeatedly could either mean that he's an extremely bad student or an extremely good student.

"What's the matter?" Exhaling and calming himself of his stress, Victos leaned on the chair as he casually asked. His casual mannerism seemed to create an air of domination.

"Well, sir..."

"I would like a consent form to be out of my dorm for a night."

"Why is that?"

"Well... I wish to participate in — The Midnight Show."

"The Midnight Show... Rising Star?"

"Yes, sir." His head bobbed up and down.

"Isn't that tonight?"

Eden's head bobbed up and down once again.

"So let me get this straight. You want a consent form, for tonight? Tonight? T-o-n-i-g-h-t?"

"Yes?"

"That means... you have come a few hours ahead? Wow~ So punctual~" Eden smiled, seemingly not able to understand the sarcasm.

In fact, he made a face that was demanding more praises.

"I'm not praising you!"

"Haa..."

"At least did you send a formal request in my ID?"

"Ahem..."

"Haa, I figured."

It was then that he noticed Eden whipping out his phone, trying to type.

"Is... Is that your phone? Is that your official request?"

"No, a better question. Mr. Spencer, did you submit your mental health report?"

Did colitres start affecting his mental health? Has his disease extended to that level?

Today he had confirmed that this student thought from his ass. Although that scientifically wasn't possible, there existed some oddities.

In this world, there were a few things that couldn't be explained even with the help of science.

"Mr. Spencer. This is a serious matter. Not a matter where you can joke. This will be the last time that I'll tolerate such behavior."

"My consent...?"

Victos's lips twitched.

"Sure. I'll send it to your ID, but I repeat this. In the future, such behavior will not be tolerated."

"Yes, sir!" He once again respectfully exclaimed as he stood up and exited the room.

Ha, peace at last.

I hope that I frequently don't see him here. He was a talented young man... Sigh, what a pity.

***

The night had hit. Darkness once again descended, covering any bit of radiance and light left in the world.

The atmosphere became extremely peaceful, at least in Eden's eyes.

"Did I ever express how much I love night? It's very peaceful?"

[Multiple times]

"Mm, still not satisfied. I'll say it again and again."

Looking at the silver moon put his mind at peace. The tense mood he was in, wondering about the competition, instantly disappeared.

Embrace the night...

That could be a good title song for an album, or the name of a mystery novel or fantasy novel...

He wished to remove a piece of cigar and indulge in its sensation. Unfortunately, there was none with him.

"Ready?"

"Yes." Eden nodded confidently.

Currently, he had worn a black suit with a black shiny glove on his left palm. A red tie, and smooth shoes.

"Well, I forgot something."

Walking towards his bed, he pulled out an old-looking bag with many tears.

He stuffed his hand inside it, raking out a pure white face mask that would cover the entire front side of his face, including the eyes.

Simultaneously, he also took out a wig of smooth brown strands.

A soft smile appeared on his face.

Even though these memories weren't his, but of the original Spencer, it still warmed his heart.

This wig was something that the small 10-year-old Spencer got after begging for 2 days and doing all the household chores for a week straight.

While the mask was something his older brother got him on his 7th birthday. During that time, the original Eden was into mysterious action stuff and wanted this kind of mask for hiding his musician identity.

The lad had kept these two precious things in top-notch condition.

Judging by their condition alone, one would think that these were bought two to four months ago.

"Well, I'll be going then."

"Sure thing. Make use of this competition. Winning isn't everything, the effort matters."

"Sometimes the process is more important than the result..."

"I know." Looking towards Hugie, his lips parted. "Thank you... For everything."

With that, he turned around and left the room. As the subtle sound of the door closing echoed, Hugie remained there standing for a few minutes.

"Haa, right. Even I should get to work." A smile appeared on his face. A bitter smile.

Shaking his head, he grabbed his stuff, slowly separating them and packing them in different bags.

Although many days were still left, he had to make preparations early.

"Hmm... I need this. And this, this, this..."

Basically, more than 90% of the things in the room belonged to him.

"Hmm, let's make a list of things that I still lack... I need to buy a few more things... And I also need to buy him a few parting gifts."

"Haa... Man, this really hurts..."

"Maybe, I can get him a recommendation letter too?"

"No... I don't have the authority yet..."

After a few more minutes passed by, finishing his work, he sat on the couch in silence.

Time really flies by...