Chapter 88: Step In
And so, as the water floated in the air, it continued to shift and ripple under Denzel’s control.
He could feel it clearly now, his mana flowing through him as he actively shaped and stabilized the liquid, holding it suspended midair with growing precision.
Antonia watched him and suddenly exclaimed
"Oh my God, you actually did it! You actually came through, you controlled the water! That’s incredible! I wasn’t expecting you to be able to do this at all, I thought you’d struggle even with the basics of cleaning. But you did it in days. What kind of prodigy are you?"
Denzel let out a small chuckle, still standing calmly as he maintained control.
Even now, the floating water remained under his influence, and he carefully guided it back toward the container Antonia had originally taken it from.
He tried to pour it in smoothly, but as the water flowed, a portion slipped out and spilled onto the slab beside the container. Still, most of it returned successfully inside.
After a brief moment, Denzel released his control and straightened up.
"That wasn’t so hard," he said casually.
But before he could fully relax, Antonia suddenly threw herself at him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him as she pressed her soft breasts tightly against his chest, holding him close.
"I’m so proud of you," she said.
"I honestly thought you were just going to be a disappointment. You actually did something good."
And Denzel, as he heard this, squinted his eyes slightly. Inwardly, he was thinking.
’Keep talking like this and I’ll fuck your plump ass harder than I did Aisha’s.’
Denzel thought that, but he didn’t show it outwardly. Instead, he leaned back slightly and said.
"Yes, yes, I suppose you are right."
Then he added.
"How about we celebrate? You could get me something."
Antonia immediately shot him a sharp friendly glare.
"If anything, you should be the one getting me something. Don’t get cocky, Mr. Denzel," she said.
Denzel let out a light chuckle, his expression briefly turning almost guilty. "Alright, alright."
Then he added, "So should we really still be in here?"
Denzel thought again, ’Bro, should we really still be in here?’
Antonia replied quickly, "Well, if you want to go, I suppose you could go."
Before he could respond, she continued, "Come on, let’s get back to work before we get into trouble," she said, chuckling softly as she clearly couldn’t hide the excitement still lingering on her face.
Watching her, her friend thought, ’That’s real growth... she’s getting stronger. I suppose even though this girl is a bitch, she still is... kind, to an extent. Well, too bad she met me.’
Denzel thought that as he followed her through the door, letting it shut behind him.
Soon after, they arrived at the front entrance, still talking and joking as they walked side by side.
By the time they reached the entrance, Antonia was still congratulating him, her voice still carrying traces of disbelief and admiration. She was clearly still stunned by what he had accomplished.
As they walked, the bell suddenly rang, and the front doors swung open.
The sharp chime echoed through the space as the doors parted, instantly drawing both of their attention.
At once, a figure stepped inside...one that caused a faint but noticeable flicker of surprise in Denzel the moment he saw them.
"Huh," Denzel thought as his eyes locked onto the figure standing at the doorway.
It was the knight, the same one who had previously stopped the clash between Denzel and Patrick.
The moment Denzel saw her, he immediately thought inwardly, ’What the hell is she doing here?’
Antonia quickly straightened up, forcing on her usual fake, welcoming smile as she muttered, "Hello, welcome to the house of—!"
But before she could finish, the knight raised her hand, signaling for silence.
Her gaze slowly shifted across the room, scanning them, before finally settling on Denzel.
"You guys don’t need to worry. I didn’t come here for a massage. I came here for you."
Denzel reacted instantly, placing a hand on his chest.
"Me?" he said, squinting his eyes.
Then he thought inwardly
’What sort of setup is this? Patrick... so this bastard is already making a move even though we agreed on a deal. He wants to battle before the agreed time. I suppose I should have expected nothing less from a pussy like him.’
His thoughts continued, sharper now, ’But what should I do? Should I make a run for it? Or should I just go with her? Trying to fight her is definitely not an option. This she-knight... I’m pretty sure she can clap me. I haven’t even learned any real element properly. I haven’t mastered the use of my element... so what exactly am I going to do?’
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So Denzel and the knight walked behind her, still watching her carefully. But she didn’t seem threatening at all she moved calmly, almost casually, as though nothing unusual was happening.
Denzel simply followed her.
As they finally reached their destination, she gestured toward an alley.
"Step in, please." The knight muttered, her tone final with no room for negotiation.
Denzel, however, paused for a moment as thought inwardly, revising his options.
’Well, I knew it. I suppose I should have expected this....I mean, I’m battling a pussy ass bully, of course he’s gonna forget about sportsmanship and ambush me to secure his victory’
’Alright then, Denzel. I suppose I’ll have to work with what I have for now. I was already trying to figure out a plan for that day....but, when life gives you lemons, you just have to squeeze them as hard as you did your mother’s ass—!’
He paused mid-thought, the sentence breaking off abruptly.
’Hmm...is that possibly a good way to stand a chance against that asshole?’
Denzel thought as a sudden thought flickered into his mind.
’It does seem worthwhile to implement it, and since I don’t have much of a choice anymore, I’ll just have to go with the flow’
Despite that, his expression on the outside remained completely calm.
He followed her into the alley and thought inwardly.
’Well then...Let’s get this over with already.’
