Night Journey

Chapter 147 The Tired End
Are they entangled together?

Cillian said bluntly, "That sounds rather troublesome."

"Huh? Trouble!"

Enraged, Maefoni grabbed Cillian by the throat and shook him violently.

"Don't forget, Cillian, you've escaped death several times thanks to my healthy morning runs!"

Cillian deliberately spoke in a high-pitched voice, "Okay, thank you very much for this healthy habit, I will take it into consideration."

"What do you mean by 'referencing habits'? You should be thanking me!"

Maefuni wished she could bite Cillian.

That bastard is always like this; no matter what sweet words I use, he always manages to brush me off in a way that is almost devoid of emotional intelligence.

If Cillian were truly indifferent to her, Maefuni would have accepted her crushing defeat. But his occasional acts of kindness and attention to detail made her think she had a chance to win him over.

Cillian is a strange and mysterious fellow, even possessing a touch of eerie magic. Whenever she is with him, even if Maefuni's heart is calm, she can't help but feel a ripple.

Stepping out from under the eaves, Cillian was exposed to the misty drizzle, with Mefuni close by his side.

He joked, "What, not going to keep running?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

As Maefuni spoke, she nudged Cillian's waist.

"It hurts!"

The blow struck precisely at the bruise on Cirion's waist.

His body shuddered as if he had been electrocuted, he gasped for breath, and clenched his teeth.

“Please, Miss, torment me on another day,” Cillian said resentfully. “I’ve just returned from a bloody battle.”

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Meifuni apologized repeatedly, her eyes full of concern.

"Where are you injured? Do you need to get treatment quickly? I remember there's a hospital nearby that I'm familiar with..."

He completely changed his arrogant attitude and started showing concern for her, which made Cirion both angry and amused.

In order to completely eradicate the evil claws, the entire city guard was mobilized, and even ordinary people like Elton were arrested and made to work through the night.

Except for Mefnie.

When she learned of the curfew and the planned activities that night, she was already locked in her house, left only to gaze longingly at the city outside her window, fantasizing about a conflict unfolding in the shadows…

Cillian knew Maefoni very well, sometimes even better than she knew herself.

Under the protection of the Love family, Maefuni has always carried a naiveté that is out of step with the times. This naiveté is deeply rooted and cannot be shaken by certain events or words.

"Oh, Mafone."

Cillian suddenly sighed.

"What's wrong with you?"

After spending so much time together, Meifuni had gotten used to his occasional neuroticism.

Cillian didn't speak, but stopped walking.

Looking around, they found themselves back on the street that was almost in ruins, with faint groans mixed in with the sound of the pattering rain.

He looked down at Meifuni.

Meifuni is a good girl.

Although she always touches herself, teases herself endlessly, and even forces herself to get up early, taking up her holiday time, etc.

There is no denying that Maefuni is a good girl.

Unfortunately, this crazy and noisy world is not suitable for a good child to live in.

Thinking of this, a hint of pity appeared in Cillian's eyes.

Meifuni needs to shed her naivety and become stronger and more ruthless. Only in this way can she survive on her own, even if she loses the protection of the Love family one day.

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Meifuni tilted her head back, put her hands behind her back, and stared at herself curiously.

For a moment, Cillian was dazed by those pure eyes.

"why?"

He asked himself a question in his heart.

Why do I feel so superior, judging the fates of others?

In an instant, a wave of emotion surged within Cillian's heart, but as he recalled the absurd notion of "love and peace," he suddenly calmed down, leaving no ripples whatsoever.

Cillian let out a long breath, his gaze serene as if he had reached the pinnacle of life.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!" Meifuni noticed his change and asked hurriedly, "Say something! It's weird that you're not saying a word!"

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking about you.” Cillian confessed, “I was thinking that if Maefuni is so naive, she’ll suffer a lot sooner or later. I need to make you grow up and become more realistic.”

"what?"

Meifuni was instantly indignant at his presumptuous decision, but his next words quickly calmed her anger.

"But I also feel that it is really not easy to maintain this mindset in this era."

Besides, it's the times that are sick, not you. You haven't done anything wrong, so why should you try to change things?

That day, Cillian and Daelin talked a lot, but there was still a considerable gap between those dry words and the cold reality.

Right now, Cillian is gradually crossing the chasm.

“Yes, that’s it, Mafone.”

The more Cillian spoke, the more certain he became of his idea, his tone filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"What needs to be corrected is this era; if this is achieved, everyone will be happy..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking!"

Meifuni quickly interrupted him, "You've been acting a bit strange lately."

"I'm just going through a... mindset shift."

Cillian smiled helplessly, knowing he had frightened her a little.

What he didn't say was that he really enjoyed the time he spent with Maefuni.

It was always pleasant and relaxing, a rare respite in a gloomy world, a moment of comfort.

Therefore, Cillian had his own selfish motives when he said those beautiful words.

He didn't want Mafoni to become a boring adult like himself.

When the two arrived at the City Guard Bureau, the atmosphere inside was as oppressive as ever.

The hurried footsteps pounded back and forth on the hard floor, the rustling of documents being turned over and the hushed voices of communications blended into a noisy background.

The air was thick with the astringent smell of coffee. In the corner of the workstation, an employee lay in a sleeping bag, snoring loudly.

Cillian didn't even need to search carefully; he found Dalin, who had returned early, right in the workspace.

Dai Lin frowned, and before he could even rest, he was overwhelmed by a mountain of reports.

He flipped through the pages, tapping his fingertips impatiently on the table.

"Meifuni, come help me!"

Elton's voice rang out, his dark circles under his eyes staring at Mae Fonnie as if she were his last hope.

The work pressure was so great that even Elton, an autistic person, couldn't help but reach out for help.

"I'm coming!"

Meifuni rushed over happily. She didn't like work, but she liked the feeling of being needed.

"Dailin?"

Cillian's voice was heavy with weariness.

Dalin raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Cillian's rain-stained, obviously tired face, and his hand instinctively protecting his waist.

"Oh? Cillian, you're back."

Cillian leaned on the table, looking exhausted. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

After thinking for a moment, Dai Lin replied, "There's nothing I need you for right now, you can go back first."

Hearing this, the all-night rush finally came to a real end.

Before Dalin could give any further instructions, Cillian had already left the city guard bureau in the light rain.

After a short walk in the rain, he finally returned to his apartment.

Pushing open the door, the annoying barking of the dog continued unabated.

"Cillian, what's going on tonight? My God, there's fighting going on everywhere! And why are you only just getting back? I almost thought you'd died out there!"

Bruce seemed to have separation anxiety, circling around him.

Cillian was so exhausted that he couldn't be bothered to say a word. He reached for the bed almost instinctively, not even bothering to take off his coat properly. He just haphazardly pulled it off and collapsed heavily onto the bed.

"hiss……"

Cillian accidentally aggravated his back injury, turned to the side, and buried his face in the pillow with its musty smell.

The rain was pattering outside the window, and the room was dimly lit.

The clamor of battle, Maefuni's exasperated expression, Dalin's furrowed brows... all sounds and images were completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness and extreme exhaustion the moment his heavy eyelids closed.

Cillian's consciousness quickly sank into a deep, dreamless slumber.

(End of this chapter)