Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 75 Echoes of Secrets

As Isabelle exited the car, she spotted several toppled wine cups scattered on the ground, Jack was sitting nearby, deep in conversation.

“In Cheshian tradition, we’re only supposed to mourn for three days. That’s all we need, Jack remarked casually.

His attention shifted as Isabelle approached.

“Are those tears?” Isabelle asked, noticing his reddened eyes.

Jack furrowed his brow. “How did you even find this place? Only my boss and I know about it.”

Having tagged along with a crew of seasoned mercenaries on a mission, Jack had been caught in an ainbush by enemies, emerging as the lone survivor.

If their boss had not arrived just in time, Jack wouldn’t have made it out alive either. No Name had carried him, severely injured, to this very spot.

Squatting down beside him, Isabelle peered at the tombstone and couldn’t help but think to herself: It was a stroke of luck that there wasn’t a faded old photograph of him stuck on it, that would’ve been downright

ecric.

“Just so you know. I’m not just handy with a blade–I can take on thirty–five foes at once–and I’ve got connections all over the underworld. There’s nothing about Blackwater that escapes my notice, Isabelle disclosed.

“Did my boss spill the beans on you?” Jack asked.

“Hey, remember, I’m calling the shots now,” Isabelle corrected him.

“Hmph, Jack grumbled, turning his head

away.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up. Stick with me; don’t wander off like a lost puppy,” Isabelle instructed, standing

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out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of

if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving.

disbelief. “How

faint blush tinged Jack’s

deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day

is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure

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nowhere.

“I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to the departed.”

him: Don’t push it

departed here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much

questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.

weighing

moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on

in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It was a sight to behold, alright?

have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried

Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

“Do I really have to

“If it is, you should

stood up and walked away without a word.

about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident,

threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted,

“Do

Isabelle replied

orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘ signifies

nameless.”

of knowing her name now?” Isabelle countered.

at least put up a monument in her honor?” Jack suggested.