The Black Saint is My StalkerCh44 - The car seat has a life of its own

The witch’s sabbath was a hell of a ride and much more fun than Han Li would like to admit.

That’s right. He had fun, even if he couldn’t quite remember what happened at the end, and woke up with the worst hangover ever in Graham’s penthouse, it was so worth it. Charity was officially cool as heck in his books and he totally understood why even the Saint of Eternity would have the hots for her. F5W7w9

The day following the sabbath, he was supposed to meet up with Charity and Iszak again to get the ring inscribed and properly attuned to his demonic nature. But to his surprise, Graham informed him that it had already been done at the party.

Huh? Han Li had frowned at the thought. He couldn’t remember a thing.

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But the Saint of Eternity had sighed then and told him not to worry about it. Even though some bad decisions were made while intoxicated he assured Han Li that nothing too terrible happened. And when he found that Charity’s number magically appeared in his contact list, she too had messaged him to inform him that everything was fine and peachy.

Han Li liked fine and peachy so he took it and ran a mile with it. kVyUw

Several days passed and there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

He went back to school and the relationship between himself and Kevin was a lot more strained than he would have liked. From awkward smiles to even more awkward dodging, the wound was still yet fresh for reconciliation.

If there was one person that came out of everything unmarred, it would have been the bubbly Simone who strongly believed that this little kink in their friendship would be due to pass any day. Even if they didn’t make up and kiss, they would at least make up and watch their stupid anime. Her words, not Han Li’s.

So he allowed it to simmer, to calm. And autumn was soon passing into frost; a welcomed change for Han Li.

While he was bombarded by assignments again and way too many projects to juggle, he at least received a nice boon from that last harrowing hunting job with the nelapsi and even Graham had been rather mild. The Saint of Eternity seemed more interested in monitoring his health and demonic powers. It was a welcome change, Han Li supposed, but he still couldn’t quite discern the Saint’s intentions.

If he ignored it for long enough, Han Li would have just allowed it to fester forever.

He really was getting too used to Graham’s presence, he thought absently while being jostled around in Graham’s car. Han Li even got used to the ridiculous driving. So much so that he could lay his head back against the headrest and catch some Z’s while Graham did his crazy thing on the streets.

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“Han Li,” Graham urged.

“Han Li isn’t here,” Han Li mumbled, “I’m just a humble car seat.” 9sUDSL

“…” He heard a soft sigh next to him and the sound of Graham letting of the wheel to lean back. “I see. It seems that the interior of this vehicle has become unbearably filthy. I reckon it’s time to take it to the car wash.”

Han Li jolted up with a scandalized gasp, “You bastard! Are you implying that I’m filthy?”

Graham stared at him, his expression as stoic as stone, “Ah. How peculiar, it seems that my car seat has a life of its own and is now talking back at me. Perhaps I ought to bring it to the junkyard instead. It is unsafe, after all, to drive in a haunted vehicle.”

Han Li threw up his hands, trying to look offended, “Fine! You win, you win. This humble ghost will now see himself out. Goodbye, Assholely.” TqYCrU

“…I will see you later, Li Han.”

It was only after the car door clicked closed and the car drove off did Han Li realize what Graham had said.

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“That bastard!” he laughed. Seriously, the Saint of Eternity could be damned unbelievable at times.

Life had suddenly shifted on easy mode and… O2CWqf

Han Li paused, frowning as an eerie dread fell upon him. If things are too good to be true, it was likely just that.

In fact, why hadn’t Graham been nagging him to go back to the field? And why was Han Li so dumb that he totally forgot to even ask?

…

Graham drove back to his penthouse. He had a decided list of chores and errands to attend to and wished nothing more than to complete them as swiftly as possible. wg0hKv

First, he needed to book a maid to come in and give the place a deep cleaning. He could not stand for the fumes of noxious paints to propagate in his living space after all. Then he had to make a grocery list for his finely curated menu that he wished to cook for the following three days. Next, he must refill the wine cabinet, the emptied racks were losing any form as aesthetic appeal. There was also the minor wendigo problem he was going to take care of in Han Li’s name and ah. Of course, the candles needed some restocking too.

In short, there was plenty to get done.

There was no time in his schedule to accommodate an impromptu visit by the Sanlongyan exorcist that showed up at his doorsteps.

Graham paused at the sight of her sleek figure standing by the elevator, loitering around without a care in the world. The woman was somber in appearance, her black hair was straight and fell around her like a veil, blending in with her black blazer and dress pants. Their attire matched, and passersby might even wonder if there was a funeral nearby. K8WPd4

“Saint Graham,” she greeted with a stoic voice, the barest of smiles graced her pale, thin lips. “My father always speaks so highly of you. Though we’ve met in passing before, it is my pleasure to properly make your acquaintance.”

“…” Graham had yet a name to go with the face. He stared at her outreached hand and echoed, “Your father.”

“Yes, my father, Jong Kangdae.”

“Ah,” the Saint of Eternity finally nodded, and realization dawned. He took her hand in his own and shook it. “Jong Kangdae and Cho Chaewon’s child. You are from the Jong Exorcist Clan.” But which child, Graham wasn’t sure. Last he knew, they had at least three. 0n 2jl

Luckily, he did not have to make any guesses, “Jong Seoyun.” Her smile turned wry, “You must be wondering why I’ve come to your doorsteps.”

“Hm, will it be long?” Graham asked bluntly.

“Long enough for a cup of coffee. Maybe two,” Seoyun responded, tucking her arms behind her back after they were sated with each other’s introduction.

Graham looked away, his impatience but a puff of air that left his nose. “I see,” he bit out with an even tone, “Then come in.” 8reGKz

Seoyun nodded without a hint of being apologetic and followed after him.

Jong Seoyun was a quiet person who held her posture straight and chin held high. She walked like military personnel, never quite relaxed. And yet, there was a sense of elegance to the way that she moved. While her features painted her as youthful, no older than her late twenties, there was something about her mannerisms that spoke of untold depth in character.

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Graham led her to his couch, where she sat obediently while he left to the kitchen area to brew some coffee for the two of them. Silence stretched but neither of them minded. If it wasn’t for their obvious ethnic differences, one might have mistaken them to be siblings.

The Saint of Eternity brought two small cups, one for the lady exorcist and one for himself. After offering his bit of hospitality, he joined her on the couch. q5FdC1

Seoyun brought the cup to her lips, taking a long breath with eyes closed. “Ah, quite refined tastes you have, Saint Graham. These are the Estate of Golden Beans are they not? A mysterious brand said to only be harvested once annually. Rarely have I the chance to savor its fragrance.”

“Hmm,” Graham nodded in acknowledgment of cultured knowledge. However, they were not friends and Graham was not interested in idle chatter. “Yes. I do hope you enjoy the flavor. But do cut to the chase. I am busy.”

If Seoyun minded the bluntness she made no show of it. After taking a dainty sip, she placed the cup on the coffee table. “I understand,” she said, “then I will get straight to business. It has been arranged for your client to join us on the upcoming mission. I am here to deliver the news, and also to escort the two of you, along with some other conscripted hunters to the Summoning Site.”

Ah, he thought glumly, so it had finally come to this. He absently wondered if this was the loophole that Mr. Walker spoke about. In truth, Graham was not the least bit surprised. MZbfwO

Author: *slowly marching forward with this story…!!* Please don’t lose hope in your useless author ; w ; she will one day stop being so useless.