My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!-Chapter 35: Mission Report [2]
The Academy soon came into view, and they walked past it, but instead of heading straight home, Asher accompanied Emma to her apartment.
It wasn't far from his own, just three apartments away, and the elevator was working fine, although it was slow.
On arrival, Asher spotted a brown-haired man with blue eyes, exactly like Emma, he wore a waist coat with a white shirt inside and washed denim jeans.
He was standing by the balcony, while his gaze was fixed on his watch until he noticed them.
"Ah! You must be Asher," he said warmly, motioning for him to go inside. "It's been so long. How is your mother doing?"
"She's doing fine, sir," Asher replied with a smile and shifted his gaze to the man's wristwatch.
"Stay for lunch. We're having noodles and chicken."
Asher hesitated briefly. He considered the food but then realized he didn't remember much about Emma's father. Eventually, he nodded.
Once they settled inside, he ate a little, then followed Emma to her bedroom when she realized her father was starting to ask too many questions.
They then started on their reports.
Asher flipped through his, pen in hand, while Emma began writing.
"There was no boss," she muttered aloud, frowning as she scribbled down notes.
Asher didn't react, though he already knew the truth.
She tapped her pen against the page. "Also, there were more than fifty students on the field. I felt it."
That caught his attention.
"Felt what?"
Emma hesitated. "I sensed more than just us. Something… off. Even though they didn't give off heat, I could feel them moving."
Asher hummed, then wrote something in his own report:
There were humanoid creatures present—difficult to sense, yet undeniably there.
A direct contradiction to Emma's report, so they wouldn't start suspecting and making assumptions that could end up being traced to him.
He wasn't ready to show off his abilities just yet.
Before they could continue, Asher heard Alya greeting Emma's father. Moments later, she sauntered into Emma's bedroom with a sly smile, wearing an apron and holding a spatula.
"Hey, Emma."
Emma smiled weakly, something that got Asher worried, but he knew she was only staying up because of him.
"What is it?"
"Mom stepped out with Ria to take a walk and buy some stuff..." She paused, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head.
"…I kinda need your help. Uhm, a friend of mine is kinda staying for the night, and he eats like you which might be a problem...hehe."
Asher exhaled, already piecing things together. He had a strong suspicion about Alya's so-called friend, but since she didn't know that he knew Sinnett, he decided to stay silent.
"Fine," he muttered, standing. "Let's go."
Alya beamed, completely oblivious to his irritation. She waved goodbye to Emma, who only looked at Asher with mild concern before he followed his sister out.
The walk back to their apartment was silent for Asher, while Alya hummed to herself and mumbled about what she would be preparing.
He kept glancing at her while his mind worked through possibilities.
He knew that if it really was Sinnett, which wasn't even something he needed to think twice about, then it wasn't just for food.
His irritation deepened when he imagined not being home, leaving Sinnett alone with Alya.
Once they arrived, Alya gestured toward him.
"Go change and freshen up before dinner. You reek of dungeon sand and the blood of those filthy creatures," she mumbled, covering her nose as she made her way to the kitchen to get started.
Asher scoffed but didn't argue. He needed a moment anyway.
He stepped into his bedroom, hoping to check on Orin and the others for their report, but as he closed the door behind him, he paused.
For a moment, rage sparked, then diffused like a bomb.
Sinnett was sitting at his desk, completely at ease, as if it were his own room, typing on Asher's laptop, one Asher didn't even know he had.
A communicator was hooked into his ear, and he was speaking inaudibly to whoever was on the other end.
The screen was split into four sections:
One displayed some kind of encrypted document, another showed a live video feed of a girl with thick, bull-like horns sitting in a cage guarded by four men while she read a book.
The other two sections contained his chat screen and the Academy's social group.
Asher found it impressive how Sinnett managed to work across all four screens instead of constantly switching tabs.
His irritation, however, spiked into full-blown fury.
Without hesitation, he strode over to the desk, grabbed Sinnett by his hair and ear, and yanked him out of the chair.
"Ow, ow—what the hell, Asher?!" Sinnett protested, flinching as Asher tapped his earpiece, cutting off the call. He winced when Asher tightened his grip on his locs.
Asher didn't stop there. Ignoring his complaints, he shoved him against the wall, yanked his hair again, and pressed his forearm against his chest.
"I've had it with you. What's your deal with my sister?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury, irritation plain on his face.
Sinnett raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking despite the situation. "Easy there, big guy. No need to get all territorial on me."
Asher applied more pressure. "You've been playing too many games lately, and I'm sick of it. Stalking me is one thing, but now Alya?"
Sinnett sighed dramatically. "First of all, stalking is such a harsh word. I prefer 'keeping an eye on things.' And as for her, I like her, but I didn't come here only for her."
Asher narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you here?"
Sinnett's smirk faded slightly, and for once, he looked serious. "I came to help with your report since you don't seem to have a clue how to write one."
Asher blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected response, but he couldn't deny that Sinnett was right.
The only reports he'd ever written in his past life were related to his projects, and since he had been too lazy to write full documents,he had simply submitted detailed summaries of his methods and findings, which usually stretched to three pages at most.
Sinnett tilted his head. "And also… to discuss something very important with you."
Asher's eyes narrowed. With how serious Sinnett looked, he already knew it was something significant.
Heaving a sigh, he slowly let go of Sinnett and stepped back to remove his coat, while Sinnett sat back in the chair and crossed his arms.
"So, what's this important stuff?" Asher asked as he hung his coat on the hook by the door and made his way to the bathroom, keeping his ears open.
Sinnett exhaled. "You do know the Outcasts Guild is responsible for most of the international missions, right?"
"No, I thought we were supposed to be outcasts. We're not supposed to be important," Asher replied from the bathroom, the sound of running water in the background.
Sinnett only shrugged and pulled out his phone. "Well, my informants from the Master's Guild told me that the guild overseeing the Outcasts wants us to take over Saint Liora's missions."
"Why?"
"You are why."
Asher's head popped out from the corner, his face covered in white washing cream, a toothbrush between his lips.
His brows rose in confusion. He pulled the toothbrush from his mouth and scoffed. "Why me? I only arrived yesterday."
Sinnett simply smiled. "You actually think the Master's Guild doesn't focus on necromancers?"
Asher nodded, earning a sigh from Sinnett.
"Necromancers are seen as useless but, at the same time, dangerous. If the user is someone with a personality that raises questions… they shift their focus to them."
"I'm still confused. Why exactly do they want us handling their international missions?"
"Because they see potential in the guild. First, the crazy girl. Then the prisoner. The missing 'special kid'....." He made air quotes with his fingers. ".....and finally, you and me."
"Tch," Asher scoffed, rolling his eyes as he went back into the bathroom. "I haven't done anything to gain their interest."
Sinnett shook his head and lowered his gaze to his phone. "Yumiko also gave reports."
That statement made Asher step out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a scrunchie, that he borrowed from Alya, around his wrist.
He quickly shoved Sinnett away from the desk and tapped a few buttons on his laptop, scrolling through files and screens for five minutes while Sinnett chuckled quietly.
When he finally logged into his guild profile and saw the entire discussion between the admins, someone with the profile name MGS 15 (Master Guild Supervisor No. 15), Veylan, and Yumiko, his eyes widened.
"You have got to be kidding me."
