The Devil WithInn 87 Favian Frode 1

Inna looked up at him in surprise.

"What if you'll die? I mean, not to brag but, just like you said, my slap can decapitate people."

Raghnall gulped before looking at her with eyes filled with arrogance. Yet within it was a hidden trace of apprehension as well.

"W-well, I'm sure I won't die. I mean, not to brag but, I'm better than you in everything but brute force."

He mimicked her words as he puffed up his chest.

Meanwhile, the forgotten Frode was brooding at the corner.

For heaven's sake! When will they end their flirting?!

Frode decided to just stare a hole through Raghnall's head as he continued chatting with Inna.

Let's see if his dear friend will remember him anytime soon.

After a few minutes, Raghnall finally sensed that he had a third person inside the s.p.a.ce.

Looking over at the dark corner, he saw Frode with a brooding expression.

"Oh yeah… You were there.... Ha ha…"

He coughed awkwardly as he gestured for him.

"C'mere. Ninny wants to apologize properly to you."

Frode raised an eyebrow.

Ninny?

There's no way that's a name.

Is that….. A pet name?!

When did his good brother [1] give girls pet names?!

As soon as he arrived near Raghnall, Frode looked at him straight in the eye.

"Who are you and what have you done to little Mirzo?"

Raghnall rolled his eyes at Frode before ignoring his genuinely confused glare.

"Ninny, you know what to do."

Inna reluctantly nodded as she faced Frode with a serious expression.

"I'm sincerely sorry for dislocating your weak bony shoulder just from a single slap of my hand. It was supposed to be for Raghnall but he ran away. You were behind him and you were too slow to react so I accidentally hit you instead. Also, I'm sorry for making you look weaker than you already are in front of your a.s.signed team."

Raghnall almost smacked his forehead with his palm.

This is not an apology at all!

But despite the weird phrasing, Frode didn't seem to mind it as his face immediately brightened up.

"Of course, of course. I accept such a sincere apology!"

Then he patted Raghnall in the shoulder.

"You've found a really nice friend, Mirzo!"

Raghnall looked at his stupid friend and contemplated to just leave the two idiots together. They would seem to be a better match.

One was crazy while the other was stupid.

In the end, he just sighed.

"Favian, you better watch your words. Stop calling me 'Mirzo' here. My name is Raghnall! I can't believe you still can't remember that!"

Favian? Raghnall? Remember?

Frode frowned as he heard the words. Suddenly, as if a switch has been flipped, Frode blinked furiously before he turned his frown into a straight line. His goofy childish aura was nowhere to be seen, instead, a calming and powerful presence was in its place. His back became properly straight, his shoulders was slightly pushed back, and his chin was raised in an elegant manner. He fixed his hair into a more manageable hairstyle and the way he pushed up his gla.s.ses looked regal. His grey eyes held a dark sense of clarity and seriousness while his expression was stoic and unreadable.

In fact, it looked like he grew up in just a span of a few seconds. And now, in front of them was a full-fledged adult with proper mannerisms and etiquette, and actually had common sense.

"Apologies. I've been caught up in some problematic homework for the past two nights. Due to that, I've unknowingly switched back in exhaustion. Indeed, it's truly been a long time, Raghnall."

Favian placed his left hand on the right side of his chest as he softly bowed before Raghnall.

Since this was their society's form of formal greeting, Raghnall did the same.

Meanwhile, Inna was at a loss of what to make out of the situation.

"Uhm…. What's happening? Why is he becoming like that all of a sudden? It's scary how he's normal now."

Seeing her fl.u.s.tered expression, Raghnall decided to elaborate.

"Uh, so, Ninny, not everyone knows this but Favian has…. Quite a…. uhm, 'special' const.i.tution."

"Raghnall…"

Favian's tone held a warning as he looked at Inna with an unsure face.

Raghnall patted his shoulder in rea.s.surance.

'We can't fool her, she's too sharp. She'll surely know about it sooner or later. So, to avoid further complications, it's better to just tell her beforehand.'

He communicated with him telepathically using magic.

'Or you could just say that you don't want to be pestered by her so you decided to just tell her to avoid further trouble upon yourself.'

Hearing the exasperation in Favian's voice, Raghnall smiled ambiguously at him before facing Inna.

"This is the main reason why I had to set up this spatial cube. This spatial cube is a s.p.a.ce created by magic, similar to a spatial pouch. No one can see, hear, or even feel what we are doing here unless the caster, which is me, wished for it."

"That's because, aside from certain people, other people can't know about it specifically. Other students had their hunches but they all just categorized it as a sort of 'weird' behavior."

"Now, about his const.i.tution…"

"A few seconds ago, you were asking why he can't even remember his name, right?"

Inna nodded enthusiastically.

After all that speech about 'stupidity isn't the cause,' she was truly eager to know the truth!

"And I bet you also wondered why he's in the Rose cla.s.s despite being that stupid."

Inna nodded. She couldn't forget the obvious preferential treatment of Elder Fang towards him being a Rose cla.s.s.

"Well, his unique const.i.tution is all about his mind. Most people who knew about it called it an 'innate' curse because he had it since he was young. Basically, he has two 'minds.' One has memories of himself and his life, while the other has a vast knowledge of everything related to magic and magical abnormalities. The latter is extremely strong and knowledgeable since it can immediately learn and memorize spells even though it only saw it once. But it's down side is that it does not know of worldly knowledge."

"Now, the only way to switch control of their 'single body' is for Favian himself to 'want' to switch. It means that if he deeply wants to remember things about himself, he would switch from being a 'magical genius' to 'a n.o.bleman.' If he wants to remember things about magical spells and such, he would switch back to being a 'genius.'"

Inna tried to a.n.a.lyze what he said.

"But wait, why did he recognize you if he's supposed to 'not know himself?'"

"That's because we first met when he was in his 'genius' self. Then, I became acquainted with his 'n.o.ble' self. Usually, we call the genius, 'Frode' and the n.o.ble, 'Favian' to avoid confusion when we talk."

"So, if that's the case, you could've told him his name years ago. What's the reason why he didn't remember his name today?"

"I'm not sure of it myself but every time Frode comes out, he forgets everything about himself, including his name and his things. It's like his mind purposely destroys any information about himself as a person. So, all the time, someone has to remind him for Frode to actually know. Actually, if you see his room, everything there has a label, and he leaves notes to himself beforehand to avoid the 'genius' to become more stupid than he already was."

"And, let me guess, he forgot to leave a note about his name and such?"

"No, I didn't. It's just that I saw the note about being a Watcher first and my stupid self decided to run out before reading the other notes beside it."

Favian sighed in annoyance as he recalled it. Then, he looked at Inna with a serious expression.

"Please do keep this a secret, uhm…. Ninny?"