<b>Chapter </b><b>403 </b>I Didn’t Write That Letter


    “<b>Even </b>though my main duty right now is to protect you, Ludwig’s voice was soft<b>, </b>like a trembling still take on some high–level missions from the group-


    “High–level?” Jean Ginger’s eyes widened slightly.


    <b>I </b>remembered <i>that </i><i>tasks </i><i>from </i>Abyssal <i>Choir </i><i>rarely </i><i>involved </i>anything like arson or murder. They <b>weren’t </b>supposed to be that difficult…


    <i>So</i><i>, </i>what kind <i>of </i><i>mission </i>had <i>Ludwig </i><i>taken </i><i>on </i><i>to </i>end up this badly injured?


    “You’re that good, and you still got hurt this badly?” Jean tilted her head and muttered without <b>meaning </b><b>to </b>


    I always saw <i>Ludwig </i><i>through </i><i>rose</i>–<i>tinted </i>sses, like he could do anything. I kept forgetting he was flesh <b><i>and </i></b>blood too


    <i>He </i>looked like he’d been injured <i>for </i><i>days </i><i>now- </i>


    And <i>after </i>so many days, <i>he </i>still <i>wasn’t </i><i>healed</i><i>. </i><i>He </i><i>looked </i><i>terribly </i>weak<i>… </i>


    “I’m not that great,” Ludwig leaned lightly against the headboard, lips curled into a calm <b>smile</b><b>. </b>


    “While carrying out the mission,” the corner of his eyes lifted slightly, as if recalling the past, “I ran <b>into </b><b>an </b>unexpected situation…”


    “It was Moon who brought me back. I passed out from my injuries and don’t remember anything <b>after </b>that Ludwig said those dangerously intense words in the calmest voice possible.


    <i>Moon</i><i>. </i><i>That </i><i>was </i><i>Jolene’s </i><i>codename</i>.


    <i>So </i><i>even </i><i>Jolene </i><i>had </i><i>to </i><i>step </i><i>in</i><i>? </i>


    <i>That </i><i>must’ve </i><i>meant </i><i>things </i><i>were </i><i>really </i><i>bad </i><i>back </i><i>then</i><i>… </i>


    Jean studied Ludwig’s expression carefully. She wanted to ask more, maybe get him to tell her exactly wha had happened…


    But the boy in front of her didn’t seem willing to say much.


    <i>I </i><i>got </i><i>it</i>, <i>honestly</i>. <i>Whatever </i><i>happened </i><i>must’ve </i><i>been </i><i>painful</i><i>. </i>Asking <i>him </i><i>to </i><i>go </i>over <i>it </i><i>again </i><i>would </i><i>be </i>like ripping <b><i>the </i></b><i>sc </i><i>off </i><i>a </i><i>wound</i><i>… </i>


    Jean pressed her lips together and, wisely, didn’t push further.


    “How long have you been recovering here?” she shifted the topic without making it obvious, eyes full of worry as she looked at Ludwig.


    Ludwig instinctively swallowed. Adam’s apple moved up and down slightly before he slowly spoke up, “About a week… After Moon brought me back, they sent me straight here. I never went back to the Palette Building in SterFord…”


    His words came slowly, like talking itself took effort.


    “If this hadn’t happened, I’d probably still be staying at the Palette Building,” Ludwig’s <b>voice </b><b>rose </b><b>just </b><b>a </b>littl


    but his tone remained even.


    <b>Chapter </b><b>403 </b><b>Didn’t </b>Write <b>That </b>Letter


    <b>Jean </b><b>raised </b>her <b>eyes </b>slightly and focused on <b>his </b><b>gaze </b>


    “<b>You </b>don’t show up at school often, but I was worried that if something <b>happened</b><b>, </b><b>you </b>wouldn’t be ab find me… Ludwig went on. “Sure, we have our badges tomunicate, but <b>they’re </b><b>not </b>foolproof There times when they just don’t work


    Because I was afraid you’de looking for me and not know where to go, I’d nned to <b>stay </b><b>at </b>the Palett Building. It’s rtivelyfortable there too. But my injuries were too serious. After <b>I </b><b>was </b><b>brought </b>here T spent most of the time unconscious. Even when I was awake, it was rare….


    At this point, Ludwig’s lips lifted in a fake–lighthearted way. “You’re actually pretty lucky today. I just happened to be feeling a little better–awake, and with enough strength to open the door for you…


    Jean listened in silence, an odd feeling twisting quietly in her chest.


    <i>After </i>all <i>of </i>this, <i>he </i>still worried <i>about </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>


    “The note in the Palette Building, you saw it, right?” Ludwig changed the subject instantly<b>, </b>and talked <b>about </b>


    the note.


    Jean nodded, “Of course-‘


    ”


    She hummed in half–smile, “If I hadn’t seen it, how could I have reached here<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “Actually, I didn’t write the note.” Ludwig blinked his eyes and said.


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