The Black Saint is My StalkerCh119 - Han Li was stunned speechless

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Han Li woke to bird song. 60pxG2

Sunlight filtered through drawn curtains but the room was still relatively dim. It was impossible to tell the time of day, and though there might have been a digital clock sitting on the counter next to the bed, Han Li had yet to know of its existence. The world felt slow. Or rather, it didn’t feel real at all.

Han Li lied there, listlessly tracing imaginary lines on the bed canopy with his eyes. His body felt light as though he might be floating and though there was a distinct throbbing ache that echoed in his bones, it didn’t feel debilitating.

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Maybe it should have though, considering how wild he was the night prior.

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A second ticked by.

And Han Li curled in on his side, smashing his face into the pillow and, understandably, screamed.

“AAAAAaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Just.

What.

What had he done!?

What had Graham done to him!?

Mortification rocked him to the depths of his soul and he wanted to curl up into a ball and pretend like the world didn’t exist around him. Deep embarrassment colored his skin rouge as memories flitted through his mind: dl9QUA

The heated words, breathy whispers. Graham’s hands over his skin, pressing in.

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Han Li kind of wanted to die.

Even worse were the clothes that he wore. They reeked of Graham’s scent, the flowery perfume of his detergent. Ah, what was wrong with him? What had Han Li done? His heart was roaring and he forcefully drew in a breath.

Han Li was surely overreacting.

People have slept for lesser reasons, without the need for meaningful connections. a4rDe6

This…this didn’t have to mean anything.

This didn’t have to change anything between them.

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“…” Han Li laid there, allowing the thought to marinate and blossom in his head. After taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to calm and slowly drag himself out of bed.

A distinct dizziness plagued him, but Han Li shouldered all his confusion and apprehension and finally got up. Vk0DhZ

He then noticed that there was a small neat pile placed next to his bed. There, was not only his hunting clothes neatly folded atop a vintage armchair but also his gear and other belongings.

Han Li pocketed his phone, now fully charged. He cringed at the date displayed, but decided that he was going to deal with that and all the messages in his inbox later. Weian was there as well and even his hunter’s boots. None of those things he particularly needed at the moment and he felt safe leaving them be.

He was comfortably clothed, after all, the Saint of Eternity likely had helped him change while he was unconscious…again. The black shirt that he wore hung off his shoulder and the sweatpants were on the looser and longer end. But they were comfy and they smelled a bit like Graham.

He slipped into the slippers left by the bed, before stopping at the tall casement windows. Outside was an expansive land decorated with neatly planted conifers, their silhouettes trimmed to perfection. A thin layer of snow blanketed the grass, though patches of frozen blades remained seen through the coat of white. And what lied beyond the vast sprawl of tended land were dense shrubs and forested areas, with delicate snowcapped mountains that blurred into the azure skyline. u1fYsW

Feeling a little overwhelmed and mightily displaced, Han Li shook off his confusion and padded out the door. A long corridor greeted him. The estate featured rich dark colors and detailed medieval revival decor; quatrefoils and fleur de lys. Compared to Graham’s penthouse, this estate was marvelously furnished and featured a cohesive vintage theme. Different from what Han Li was used to, but he couldn’t help but think that it suited Graham perfectly.

He wandered aimlessly for a little before picking out the sound of footfalls below him, where he spotted the second-floor railings and the chandelier that hung from above.

Mindlessly, he descended the stairs, thinking that he would be greeted by none other than the Saint of Eternity himself.

But instead, it was a different person that met him at the base of the steps. X4d0Tz

“Oh, hello Mr. Han. A pleasure to finally properly make your acquaintance. I am Miguel.” The man had wavy hair, neatly greased back and away from a familiar and classically handsome face. His skin was deep burnt honey and lines around his eyes and lips indicated a person who often smiled. He wore a white shirt, plain but stylishly fitted with steel blue dress pants; simple yet refined.

It took Han Li a moment to recognize the Saint of Shields. Vaguely, he recalled that Graham had mentioned the Saint of Shields, but for some reason, it did not really register in Han Li’s mind that the man might be here—

Wherever ‘here’ was in the first place. Han Li had no idea. His mouth flapped open and before he could collect himself to make a suitable greeting, the Saint of Shields laughed.

“My, it does seem that Saint Graham did quite a number on you, didn’t he?” His eyes twinkled with mirth, trailing down the expanse of Han Li’s neck. bK6Feq

What? Han Li reached for his own throat, touching the tender skin that caught Miguel’s gaze. It was then that realization dawned.

Shame colored his face and ears and Han Li tried desperately to pull up his shirt to no avail, unable to hide the marks that decorated his pale skin.

The Saint of Shields titled his head slightly, his smile seeming to widen. The menace in his gaze might have been strictly Han Li’s imagination but he swore he felt a chill down his spine.

“I must say that I found myself extremely impressed with the sheer…power born from the marriage of miasma and divine energy. I will say, I’ve never witnessed or had been forced to endure such an interesting concoction of energies before. It was…an experience. To say the least!” HeuBNF

Han Li was stunned speechless. To think that his first exchange with the Saint of Shields would be…about…his…!

Saint Miguel threw his head back in honest laughter and patted the boy on the shoulder. “Don’t look so scared! It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ve managed to survive such an endeavor,” he added a wink, “a few hours of lost sleep is hardly enough to dent my body and spirit.”

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“…” Han Li grew dizzy. “Just…Just kill me. End me, please,” he begged without filter because apparently, he was just that good at being a walking embarrassment to the human race.

“Of course I can’t do that! Mr. Astley would have not only my own neck but that of my family too. No, that won’t do. And plus, you’ve a guest waiting for you.” ZOFje

“H-huh?” Han Li blinked, still wrought with shock and confusion. But the Saint of Shields had no sympathy for his confusion, turning around and stalking off.

“Come now, you’ve woken at the perfect time.”

Without much of a choice and still in search of answers, Han Li dogged the saint’s heels, feeling at a loss. They crossed an impressive main hall and found another narrow hallway, littered with doors on each side.

“Where…the fu— Where are we?” Han Li struggled to maintain a level of politeness. His head was still muddled with confusion and disorientation and he wasn’t exactly expecting to come face to face with someone considered a celebrity in the hunting world. 3j5ymf

Miguel raised a brow, peering slightly over his shoulder. “Did Graham not tell you?”

“…No?” Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Han Li’s face went red because he couldn’t really find any useful information beneath the thick fog of lust that clouded his memories. How was he supposed to recall anything important when all he could think of was how Graham breathed against the shell of his ear?

“Hm.” Luckily, this time the Saint of Shields spared him of further shame. “This is Saint Graham’s estate. One of many, perhaps. From my understanding, he had this property for a very long time, and it had undergone plenty of renovations over the ages. Though, he doesn’t frequent it as often anymore, after basing himself in New Lidway in the recent century.”

“…Oh.” Han Li responded dumbly, feeling as though his question had only been partly answered at best. 7WdJys

Luckily, the Saint of Shields had some sort of mind-reading ability and continued, “We’re several kilometers north of Lyrchester, in case you were wondering. Unfortunately, we hadn’t yet found a way to safely smuggle you back into New Lidway.”

“…Oh,” Han Li felt increasingly stupid with each sound that left his lips. Saint Miguel probably thought that he was an imbecile.

Miguel made no comment of Han Li’s reply or lack thereof, stopping instead in front of a tall wooden door. “Ah, here. This is the parlor.”

The room inside was doused with sunlight that spilled through two large windows flanked by sheen curtains with patterned foliage. The room featured a slate fireplace and a variety of cushioned chairs and long sofas fit for lounging. gkwsBT

There was only a single person that Han Li spotted amid the sprawl of furnishings. Long limbs dangled off of a couch, making no signs to rise despite the arrival of people in the room. With a messy dirty blond ponytail and face colored with sleepiness and boredom, Han Li recognized Valtteri right away, even in a casual oversized t-shirt and fitted washed-out jeans.

He only perked up when he noticed Han Li, ever so slowly dragging himself up into a seated position.

“…Oh! You’re alive…huh.”

Author: I’M alive too. Back from the mountains in one piece, who would have thought!! Ahhh just going to toss this chapter up before hitting the sack cuz I’m exhausted~ FdyWgk

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Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.