Chương 6: Chapter 6 - Being Watched

Looking into the rearview mirror where Daemom was sitting and seeing the young man's slightly pensive face, Marcus asked, turning the steering wheel and making the car take a turn onto another street.

"Already missing Sister Herath?"

"You could say that. Although extremely annoying, the old woman has always been by my side." Daemom rested his face on his hand while his eyes stared distractedly out the window. "But I think that's what makes you grow up. Being alone sometimes is necessary to mature."

As he spoke, he stroked the scaly head of Amara, who was curled around his arm.

Marcus couldn't help but glance at the teenager in the back seat with a surprised look. He smiled and spoke in a nostalgic tone.

"When I left home, I felt similar—scared and very nervous about adult life. But the more I lived, the less I regretted leaving home and living my life. Especially with the birth of my daughter."

Hearing this, Daemom's blue eyes shifted and fell on the man driving the car. He activated his ability—Soul Reading.

Daemom's lips curled up at what he was seeing before him.

Marcus's soul bore no resemblance to any human soul, which could only mean one thing.

Marcus Mora was not human!

The discovery that Marcus was not human brought some mixed feelings to Daemom.

On one hand, he was excited about the discovery, but on the other, he was somewhat apprehensive, as he was almost certain he was heading to a very special boarding school, probably full of monsters he had only read about in novels and fantasy books.

Despite this, Daemom was more excited than apprehensive. He didn't think he would be the only human in a boarding school with monsters as students. There were probably other humans like him and maybe people with the same gifts as his.

Looking at the changing landscape through the window, Daemom's lips curled into a very happy smile—things were getting more and more interesting. The weight of separation was somewhat eased at that moment.

Marcus didn't know his identity had been revealed; he just drove to the sound of "Through the Valley" by Shawn James while rhythmically tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, keeping time with the music. His eyes were focused on the road.

It would be about a 9-hour drive to Oregon. He hoped to get to the boarding school as soon as possible. He didn't want to stay on the road too long with a student especially recruited by Vice Principal Grace herself.

These specially recruited students were the most exceptional, as extremely stringent rules had been loosened for their admission to the Boarding School—something that had not happened for hundreds of years. At the same time, these students were highly coveted by numerous illegal secret organizations hidden from the power of the Great Order.

Even though the entire operation had been carried out in secret, Marcus knew that specialized Mediums could track them through rituals. For this reason, Marcus wanted to reach Brighton Hall as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen incidents along the way.

"May Hecate help me once again," he thought as he focused on the road. He only hoped that the journey would be smooth so he could return to his daughter safely once more.

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After a few hours of driving, Marcus glanced at the car's fuel gauge and furrowed his brow deeply. Seeing that the gas was in the red, he wanted nothing more than to strangle the intern who had filled the car before the trip.

Remembering the road sign he had passed a few minutes earlier, he knew there was a gas station less than five kilometers away.

Although dangerous, Marcus decided to refuel. Walking to Oregon was unrealistic and very dangerous; he just had to stay with Daemom, and everything would be fine, or at least that was what he was praying for.

In the back seat, Daemom looked out the window, bored, while using his hand to poke Amara's head with his fingers. And she was not happy with the game, biting him angrily several times. However, the bites hardly hurt, which made him even more unscrupulous with his teasing.

Suddenly, just as his fingers were about to touch Amara's head again, he stopped and looked around, confused. He felt an uncomfortable buzzing at the back of his neck, a strange sensation as if he knew he was being watched. But looking at the speedometer that read 90 km/h, it was impossible for anyone to be watching him inside the car, especially when there were no other vehicles in sight.

Daemom remained silent, but the buzzing at the back of his neck was becoming increasingly irritating. As he looked around, he discovered that the buzzing grew weaker and stronger depending on where he looked.

Suddenly, looking to the right, he saw a droplet of water on the car window.

Gazing up at the cloudless blue sky, Daemom's eyes narrowed. The buzzing in his neck was so strong that he felt as if he were being watched by dozens of eyes around him.

Approaching the water droplet, he opened his eyes wide, and his pupils dilated, his eyes gaining a function similar to a magnifying glass, infinitely zooming in on the droplet. In the reflection of the light falling on the droplet, he saw something—a man with black and brown hair.

"Marcus," Daemom said, catching the driver's attention.

"Yes?" Looking in the rearview mirror, Marcus saw Daemom staring intently at the window and responded, confused. But his face changed drastically upon hearing Daemom's next words.

"In that water droplet, there's a man with black hair looking at me. He seems clearly surprised that I'm seeing him." Daemom's voice made Marcus's face turn grim instantly.

Shifting gears quickly, Marcus engaged the next gear and floored the accelerator.

BROMMMMMM!!!

The car roared and accelerated suddenly, leaving behind a trail of white smoke.

As he sped up, Marcus pulled out a silver pistol covered in strange drawings from the car's compartment, as if a child had randomly scribbled on it.

Seeing the weapon, Daemom couldn't help but whistle, impressed by the gun.

"Daemom, what else are you seeing?" Marcus asked, rolling his eyes at the teenager's impressed whistle while driving with one hand on the wheel, his eyes sharper than ever.

"Well, the feeling of being watched has lessened, but it's still there." Daemom leaned back casually in the car seat and spoke lazily. The buzzing in his neck hadn't stopped, though it was diminishing.

Is the boy a Sensor? Marcus thought, surprised, as he pressed the accelerator even harder. He was truly shocked—the Tracker was probably hundreds of kilometers away using a catalyst to trace them, yet Daemom could feel him.

He is an immensely powerful Medium. This was Marcus's conclusion about Daemom's talent.

Looking at Daemom's calm and carefree face in the back seat through the mirror, Marcus sighed as he focused on the road, the gun in his right hand ready to kill some brainless idiots.

He was praying it was a trivial organization. If it was the Dawn Cult or the Death Cult, things would get complicated.

"No matter what happens from here on, don't stray from me, Daemom," Marcus said seriously, looking into the car's rearview mirror.

"Yes, Sir," Daemom replied with a smile on his lips, his eyes wandering across the landscape outside the window.

The trip would be more interesting than he had initially imagined.

Yes, indeed, it would be an interesting journey, but only two would return alive from it.

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