AHEIAID Chapter 32: Let the World Burn, I'm Tired
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When Garius Heine said he was here to "sit," he really meant it.
He did absolutely nothing.
He simply sat face-to-face with Harry until dawn.
The strikingly handsome Director of District 13 sat with his legs crossed, hands resting lightly on his knee, exuding the stillness of an ancient general in a self-portrait.
His gaze remained locked onto Harry.
He didn’t speak.
He showed no emotion.
At first, Harry tried his usual act—pretending to be innocent, chatting as if confused about the situation. But when he realized no matter what he said, the man across from him wouldn't respond, the prince’s forced smile slowly faded.
His delicate fingers curled into fists, gold-green eyes darkening with malice and rage.
A chilling aura radiated from him, as though he wanted to tear this indifferent man to shreds.
He absolutely loathed Garius' calm, all-controlling demeanor.
Meanwhile, the two agents disguised as Harry’s bodyguards considered slipping away under the pretense of using the restroom—to secretly contact their comrades.
Unfortunately, they were immediately intercepted by a grinning man.
“I’d advise you to stay put," the man chuckled, tilting his head. "Cleaning up corpses is a hassle, don’t you think? Hehe. Right, buddy?”
“…………”
Both agents went pale and quietly stepped back behind their master.
The Special Operations Team under District 13 control was infamous even among civilians—especially Sarxis Squad.
There was absolutely no way they could break out of here.
Satisfied that the agents had given up, Shulman smirked and shot a playful wink at his captain.
The captain, ever serious, ignored him.
Meanwhile, Bard—who stood like an armored tank behind their boss—discreetly gave Shulman a thumbs-up from under his arm.
Hehe.
Shulman whistled smugly, already thinking about a certain tiny human he'd love to see again.
Maybe he could borrow the little guy for some petting?
Last time… well, that was just an accident...
As dawn broke, the suffocating silence that had engulfed the room was finally shattered.
Garius stood up.
Before leaving, he glanced sideways at Harry, his cold, emotionless gaze unwavering.
In a flat tone, he spoke only the second sentence of the night:
"Compared to Crown Prince Joseph, you're still far too immature."
—In both presence and tactics.
"………………"
What the hell.
What. The. Actual. Hell.
This was the definition of psychological warfare.
This was the art of subtle, devastating humiliation.
This. Was. A. Masterclass.
The two agents instinctively sucked in a sharp breath, exchanging wide-eyed glances before sneaking a peek at their master—now frozen in place.
To know how arrogant and cruel their master was—how much he looked down on his elder brother—and how he considered only Garius Heine worthy as a rival…
And yet, the one person he truly respected just told him:
"You're not even as good as your brother."
…
Oh. My. God.
Is Prince Harry about to lose his mind?!
The two agents standing behind him desperately wished they could sink into the floor.
They even held their breath, terrified of drawing the prince’s attention.
And indeed, Harry was on the verge of exploding.
Garius had already left, but Harry’s golden-green eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
His teeth clenched so hard they might break, yet he forced a hideous, twisted grin.
Then, in a flash, Harry sprang to his feet!
The beautifully arranged tea set was swept off the table—
CRASH!
Shards of porcelain scattered across the floor.
"Garius… GARIUS—!!!"
I swear I will kill you.
No matter what, I WILL kill you.
Harry trembled with rage, his expression manic.
The agents waited nervously, letting their master vent for a while before one of them hesitantly asked, “About the hospital, Your Highness…”
Harry whirled around, his gaze murderous.
"Go for what?! Do you think Garius Heine would be stupid enough to leave my brother there?"
Agent: "…………"
…Welp. Yeah. Fair point.
The agent wisely shut up.
Tonight was supposed to be a game-changing event—a night where the Crown Prince died and their master ascended.
Who could have predicted such a massive shift?
But honestly…
It wasn’t that Prince Harry lacked strategy or intelligence.
The battle between the two princes was like a soccer match.
And District 13 was supposed to be the referee.
Both sides were playing fiercely, and then—
The goddamn referee jumped onto the field, pulled out two red cards, and kicked them both out of the game.
Like… how do you even play like this?!
Even the best player can’t win against a crooked ref!
The first rule of war: take down the leader.
Now that their boss had been crushed, what could the rest of them even do?
Still…
One agent hesitantly muttered, “But Your Highness… Lord Druck always said District 13 never interferes in royal conflicts. They’re supposed to be neutral. So why…”
"……True."
Harry’s expression flickered.
That was a very good question.
Was this revenge for the assassination attempt on Garius?
No, that didn’t seem right.
Harry knew the Heine family well.
They wouldn’t break their own rules over personal grudges.
If it wasn’t old history, then it had to be something recent.
Suddenly, a flash of dark, beady eyes surfaced in his mind—belonging to a certain dumb crocodile.
Could it be… because of that human?!
Thinking about the timeline… it actually made sense.
But… would Garius really go this far over a pet?
As Harry brooded over this, his subordinates guessed that maybe it was because their hospital attack crossed the line.
Last time, they had already harmed a lot of innocent civilians.
They had nearly been investigated by District 13.
Now, after another large-scale civilian threat, they might have finally drawn the Director’s full attention.
"That… actually makes some sense."
Harry crossed his arms, tapping his fingers against his elbow.
His narrowed pupils flashed with vicious intent.
"Pet or civilians—it doesn’t matter. I'll find out one way or another."
If it’s something you care about, Garius… I will destroy it.
Meanwhile…
Joey woke up to find his dad missing.
Completely baffled, he searched the entire house.
Where’s my dad?!
Where the hell is my giant, powerful dad?!
【"Stop looking. He’s not in the estate."】
The system sighed as it watched Joey lift the carpet to check underneath.
【"He left last night while you were sleeping."】
"Last night? Where’d he go?"
【"How should I know? Big shots are always busy."】
"…That’s true."
Joey pouted, disappointed.
Lucian, the ever-smiling butler, came in to comb his messy curls, help him wash up, and serve him breakfast.
Then—like a grandpa dropping off his grandkid at school—Lucian personally escorted him to the hovercraft heading for District 13.
Lucian patted Joey’s head, looking worried.
"Once you're on board, don’t touch any buttons. Don’t mess with the wires. And when you land, don’t follow strangers, alright? Lord Amon will pick you up. You’ll see the master in the afternoon, so be good, okay?"
Joey: "……"
Uncle.
Do I look like an idiot to you?
Seriously, it’s just one day without Garius.
What’s the big deal?
Under Lucian’s deeply concerned gaze, Joey boarded the hovercraft.
Half an hour later, he arrived at District Thirteen.
As expected, a refined, scholarly-looking man—Amon—was already waiting for him.
Joey liked Amon.
He was competent and gentle.
So he hopped off the hovercraft, grinning and waving.
"Amon!"
"Yo, little Joey."
Amon smiled back.
Then he promptly hung a sign around Joey’s neck.
Joey: "???"
What the hell.
He looked down at the crudely made sign.
It was a random piece of cardboard, attached with what seemed to be a shoelace.
On it, in bold red marker, were the words:
“DANGEROUS OBJECT – DO NOT TOUCH!!”
A giant exclamation mark emphasized the warning.
Joey’s eyelid twitched.
…What. The. Hell.
WHAT KIND OF SIGN IS THIS?!
Why not just write “Beware of Rabid Dog” while you’re at it?!
Seeing Joey’s utter disbelief, Amon "ah’d" in realization.
"Oh, I made that just for you. The boss said you could roam around today, so I figured… better safe than sorry."
Joey, touched by his thoughtfulness: "Aw, tha—"
Amon: "I mean, if you get hurt, it’s fixable. But if the boss gets mad, we’re all dead. You’re a safety hazard, kid. Too risky."
Joey: "……"
Ha.
Let the world burn. I'm done.
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