The Smiling Death-Chapter 358: Jealousy?

"You see... for three months I have been sparring with you... spending time with you. In this village, I spend most of my time with you," Amon said calmly.

Scarlett stared at him with an indescribable expression.

"So what?" she asked flatly.

Amon continued calmly. "I know you are from the Vampire Kingdom... also from a noble family. But you never told me about it in detail. I never asked you before because it might have been personal... but now I think... we are close enough that you could tell me."

Scarlett observed him quietly for a moment. Then she asked calmly, "Why do you think... I will tell you even now?"

Amon’s grip on her hand loosened slightly. She noticed it.

Amon shrugged slightly. "Well... then I won’t force you. But I have already told you everything about me."

He fell into deep thought. He had told her about his family, his life... even when she had shown no interest in learning about it. Though... she did listen to him keenly. Maybe that might also be the reason for her being so easy-going with him.

Suddenly his eyes brightened. "Oh! There is something interesting that I haven’t told you yet!"

"Oh? And what might it be?" she asked, her expression slightly curious.

After all, he had told her everything about him.

"You remember my Academy friends? Seraphina, Eliana, Aisha, Marcus and even Senior Selena?"

She tried to remember those names. And she did remember them clearly. After all, those kids were by no means from normal backgrounds.

At first she thought he might be bluffing. But knowing his personality and that he was from the same academy as them, she couldn’t deny it. She could already picture how Amon forcefully became their friend. Just like how he became closer to her.

A small smile appeared on her face while thinking about it.

Amon caught her smile. "Why are you smiling?"

Scarlett quickly straightened her expression. "Who? Me? I was not smiling."

"Whatever. So do you remember them or not?" He asked again.

"Yes, I do remember you telling me about them... what about them?" She said with same calmness.

Amon smiled widely. "You know... I never told this to anyone... since it’s a very dangerous secret."

Scarlett frowned. She leaned slightly toward him. Now she was getting more curious. "What secret?"

Amon gulped down his saliva. "Actually... the granddaughter of Alistair Luminous, the elf princess and also our human princess... and then that beastwoman... they actually have a crush on me secretly. This is really dangerous. What would happen if world were to know that I am someone who is loved by so many woman from such powerful families."

Scarlett’s expression soon turned deadpan. She couldn’t believe he was saying such a ridiculous thing currently. There was a limit on how much one should bullshit.

"If that’s not enough... I think... even my professor... Adelia... she might also have feelings for me—"

She didn’t let him finish. Her slender index finger touched his lips, gesturing him to stop talking.

Amon was surprised at her touch. He stopped talking and slowly enjoyed the sensation of her finger on his lips.

Scarlett spoke tiredly, "Don’t bullshit anymore... I can’t handle it."

Amon narrowed his eye. He pulled his mouth away from her finger. Despite wanting to feel her more. "What? I am not bullshitting!"

Amon looked here and there... after a while a memory came to him.

He suddenly pulled out his pager... the mobile-like device from his storage ring.

It was switched off since it had no energy. He also didn’t use it. Amon supplied it with mana. After a few minutes it charged.

Scarlett looked at that with amusement. "Now what do you want to show me with that?" she asked.

"Wait a minute." Amon tried to check his photo collection. He remembered clicking a photo with his favorite professor Adelia when they had gone on a date.

"Found it!" Amon handed her the pager.

"Look... this picture was taken when I was on a date with my dear professor Adelia."

Scarlett held it and saw the image.

There in the shop stood two people. One was obviously Amon. Scarlett blinked her eyes.

The Amon in the photo looked more innocent. He still had that mischievous smile. But his face was clean. His hair was short, not slightly long like how he possessed it currently.

There were no cuts on his face or hands. Cute... that word came to her mind. But she shook her head and dismissed it instantly.

Rather, she focused on the woman beside him.

Scarlett had to agree that the woman in the picture was extremely beautiful. Her long hair was loose, bright green in color. She was wearing a peach-colored sundress. Her yellow eyes were gentle. She stood close to Amon, a hairpin on her hair. If that was not enough her curves rivals that of Scarlett.

A soft smile rested on her face. And her hand... it was intertwined with Amon’s.

Scarlett frowned. Her grip slightly tightened on Amon’s hand unconsciously, since even now he was holding her hand.

"Ugh?" Amon made a small sound, wondering why she held his hand more tightly.

Scarlett silently gave the pager back to him. She didn’t utter a word.

Amon put back his pager into his storage ring. "So do you believe now? That I am really popular."

Yet he didn’t get a reply. Amon blinked a few times. The wind blew, making a rustling sound among the leaves.

"Hey... why are you not saying... anything?" Amon asked cautiously.

Yes, cautiously. Since he could see her face. Her expression... it was dangerous.

Amon gulped down his saliva, wondering what was wrong with her. A thought came to him... ’Is she jealous?’

His eyes fell on their hands. She was gripping it tightly. "Sc-Scarlett?"

No reply. She still kept looking at the ground with an unbreakable cold expression. Even she don’t know...what she was feeling currently. Was she angry? Was she irritated and annoyed by that photo? But why?

"My dear vampire..." Amon gently shook her hand.

Only then did she turn her face and look at him. Her eyes glowed blood red. Yes they were now blood red. Not amethyst.

She spoke coldly, "Oh... you did it again. I told you not to call me your dear vampire... that... that professor of yours might like hearing you calling her ’my dear Professor’... but not me...I–"

And that was enough. Amon didn’t let her finish and suddenly lay down on the ground, pulling her by his hand.

"What—?" She was pulled down and lay beside him, their fingers still intertwined.

Their bodies pressed against each others lightly side by side. Some strands of her hair touched his face.

He leaned even closer. Until he could feel her warm breath agaisnt his skin. Same goes for her. She could feel his warmth agaisnt her body.

But Scarlett, she still had same expression. She asked coldly, "What do you think you are doing?" Though, as usual, the tips of her ears were red.

Amon raised his other hand near her face. Then he gently caressed her cheek.

"Uhm?" She was surprised by his action. Which made her leaked a cute sound.