Resurrection- Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Olie’s family showed overwhelming enthusiasm over Freyr’s return. Even her father, who had fallen down the stairs not long ago, limped out to give Freyr a hug.

The family wept as they embraced one another in what should have been a deeply moving scene.

Yet Freyr remained visibly indifferent, his expression utterly blank. Even as each of them took turns holding him, his gaze remained fixed squarely on me.

Standing to the side, Olie finally noticed his blunt, unblinking stare and followed his gaze upward.

“Freyr, do you like Nata that much?”

Almost the second the question left Olie’s lips, Freyr nodded.

I was startled by Freyr’s sudden affection and turned a searching look toward Olie, hoping she might offer an explanation.

Her reaction, however, shocked me even more. Olie displayed an absolute, almost blind doting toward this brother she had lost and found again. Disregarding the fact that I hadn't taken my medication for several days and was hovering on the brink of a mental breakdown, she grabbed my hand.

“Nata, stay and have lunch with us.”

She wanted to satisfy her brother’s desire.

Realizing this chilled me to the bone.

A sharp, throbbing headache was already pounding behind my temples, and I was about to decline Olie’s request, but her grip on my hand suddenly tightened. She brought her face close to mine,the heavy dark circles bruised under her eyes, the intricate web of red bloodshots, and her swollen eyelids showing she had been crying not long ago.

“Nata, we haven’t seen each other in seven days. Shouldn't we catch up properly?”

I couldn't bring myself to refuse the repeated pleas of a woman so utterly haggard or perhaps Olie knew all too well that I could never say no to her like this.

Recalling that there were still a few crucial warnings I hadn't clearly explained to her yet, I gave a small nod.

The moment she got my agreement, Olie whipped her head around and flashed a smile at Freyr behind her.

Freyr didn't spare her a single glance. He just kept staring dead at me.

I had never truly peered deep into Olie’s family life before. But now, it was gradually dawning on me: Olie’s parents and Olie herself obeyed Freyr’s every whim to a degree that was almost terrifying.

‘Perhaps it’s just the total obedience that comes from loving a child they thought they’d lost forever, I consoled myself’, sitting at the head of the dining table.

Whether by design or sheer coincidence, the seating arrangement felt oddly unsettling. Freyr was placed right beside me, the steak on his white porcelain plate sizzling and releasing wafts of steam.

He blinked, finally deigning to bestow a passing glance upon his parents and sister. He offered nothing more than perfunctory mhm-mhms whenever they asked him a question.

Olie took even these rare, careless responses with radiant joy,so much so that she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to give him a hug.

Freyr, however, merely pushed her aside with cold indifference.

To an outsider, he looked just like an ordinary, rebellious teenager completely dismissive of his family’s affection.

I found myself somewhat surprised. This Freyr was noticeably different from the boy I had first met or was this, perhaps, what he was truly like all along?

Then again, for a boy his age, adolescent rebellion was completely normal.

I remained an outsider, watching the eerie scene unfold at the dining table.

In the end, I still couldn't bring myself to voice the precautions regarding his resurrection while we were eating. If I did, I doubted anyone here would ever be able to swallow another bite.

The meal dragged on for far too long, so long that it gave me the creeping illusion of eternity.

My mental state had deteriorated to an unprecedented low. The throbbing agony felt as though it were physically tearing my soul apart from my body.

—Clang.

The sharp, metallic clatter of a dinner knife striking the porcelain plate rang out.

I looked up. Freyr was gripping the handle of his steak knife, its tip buried deep into the meat.

He appeared to be smiling or perhaps it was merely a trick of the shadows cast across the contours of his face.

Caught off guard, my eyes locked with his.

His brown eyes emitted a strange, eerie glow. It was like a crystal-clear diamond: where it should have refracted a brilliant white glint, it was instead overlaid with a sheen of jade-like green.

He stared straight at me as he pressed the silver blade down. The edge sank into the meat, tearing through muscle fibers with a wet, sickening ‘schlich’.

Then, he raised his hand. The prongs of his silver fork speared a small, freshly carved piece of steak.

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Those brown eyes remained fixed on me. He opened his mouth, the crimson tip of his tongue reaching out to lick a slow circle around the steak on the silver fork. Just like the gaze radiating from those brown pupils, his eyes swept over me from head to toe.

And then, opening his mouth wide, he bit down into the steak in a single bite.

My spine instantly went taut. For a terrifying second, I had the sickening sensation that it was me he had just bitten into.

“Freyr...”

Olie called out softly from the side. He lowered his fork, his eyelids drooping halfway as he turned toward her.

In a fraction of a second, his demeanor shifted back to docility. Watching Freyr speak in hushed tones to Olie, it suddenly struck me how much he resembled a fluffy, adorable wild cat—one moment extending the razor-sharp claws hidden beneath his soft pads, and the next, tucking them harmlessly away.

That lunch was nothing short of a silent torture for me. When it finally came to an end, I was at last able to take my leave.

I had originally planned to pull Olie out of the house alone to clearly explain the rules she needed to follow for the resurrection, but Olie clearly refused to let her brother out of her sight for even a single second.

So she stood outside the house with Freyr right beside her.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak to Olie while bathed in Freyr’s unblinking gaze.

“The resurrection lasts for seven days. After seven days, you must send Freyr back. I’ll give you the exact location.”

“And the bracelet on his wrist,it must never be taken off.”

Liz’s stern, repeated warnings flashed through my mind.

“Under no circumstances should you remove that bracelet,” she had told me, her expression grave. “Otherwise, I don't even know what might happen.”

Yet Olie’s reaction to this was flat, almost distracted. Her lack of focus raised a flick of suspicion in my mind.

“Olie, I’ll come find you in seven days to take Freyr back.”

Only when she heard this did Olie finally offer me a guarantee: “Don't worry. I’ll send Freyr back on my own.”

I worried whether she would truly be able to let go after spending time together again, but then I thought of that other mother and son, and the peace they had ultimately found.

“Alright... I’ll call back to double-check.”

Truth be told, having Olie shift all of her attention onto Freyr left a small, dull ache in my heart.

Though right now, it was obvious she simply wanted to cherish every extra moment with him.

“Well then... goodbye.”

I gave an awkward wave. The sting of Olie’s detachment made me eager to leave this uncomfortable place behind.

Just as my arm dropped to my side, a warm hand suddenly clamped onto mine.

Freyr was holding my hand. His fingers gently pried open my clenched fist, meticulously tracing and massaging the lines etched across my palm.

“You didn't eat much.”

His tone was one of absolute certainty, causing me to daze for a moment. Remembering the steak on my plate—more than half of it untouched,I flexed my fingers and pulled my hand out of his grip.

“I just didn't have much of an appetite.” The air had grown strangely heavy, and I scrambled to find a reason to leave as quickly as possible. “Olie... I’ll see you in seven days.”

Staring at his now-empty palm, Freyr closed his hand into a fist and slowly opened it again. His brown eyes shifted from his own hand up to my face.

I noticed a flicker of light gleaming deep within those brown eyes.

Freyr smiled.

“We’ll... meet again very soon.”

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