Awakening of the Weakest Slayer

Sezel dragged his reluctant feet toward the dining table, where Emili sprawled across several chairs like some kind of half-dressed queen claiming ownership of the entire hotel.

Which, to be fair, she did on most days.

It was the largest table in the entire cavernous dining hall, built to seat twenty people—enough for a noble party or a board meeting of the ultra-rich.

But it Currently hosted only four idiots.

"What were you even doing?" Emili asked, batting her eyelashes as if she weren't stretched across three chairs. "It's been over an hour."

"Huh?" Sezel raised a brow. "No way. It's only been… what? A few minutes."

Her smirk sharpened. "Ohhh, so you get over fast."

Sezel was silent for a moment, looking at her with a strange expression. But soon his face turned red of embarrassment, as he understood what she meant...

"You...You vile woman."

Emili burst into such rabid laughter she almost tumbled from her seat, pounding the table like her jokes were worth an encore.

And, of course, right on cue, the angelic interloper chimed in.

"Haha, I see," Max said, his flawless face split with a saintly smile, "the usual banter between two lovebirds."

Sezel's soul left his body 'Here we go again... Shit!'

Sezel sighed, well... there was nothing he could do currently. After all, these lunatics were technically his saviors, and he was forced to live under their roof.

Actually—correction—this wasn't just their roof anymore, was it? He was more than a guest at this point. This damn hotel had become home.

A home run by demons.

This place was where he returned, weather he liked it or not.

He slowly went and sat on the far edge of the dinning table.

Max, naturally, sat opposite him. Directly opposite. Locking eyes. Because of course he did.

The dinning hall was completely engulfed into the the kind of silence usually found between high-ranking officials before someone signed a declaration of war.

Why the hell is this freak staring at me like that?!

Sezel picked up his glass, pretending calm, but a horrifying idea dawned.

For a moment Sezel thought he was a hot looking woman, but that could not be... maybe Max thought he was… attractive? Attractive like some celebrity. Attractive like a—

His brain screeched. No.

He's gay. Oh crap. Does he—? No.

He grimaced in his head at the mental image of himself being pinned down by the pristine faced man sitting right in front of him.

Sezel's pupils dilated. WHY THE FUCK AM I THINKING THAT?

The idiotic expression on his face sent Emili into another fit of breathless laughter.

To make matters worse, Max hid his mouth with a hand, covering what looked suspiciously like a nervous smile.

Sezel was really feeling the urge to stand up and tilt the table upside down.

But that was just a fantasy of his.

'I need to stop looking down on myself, i can definitely lift this thing.'

He once again looked at the dinning table covered in velvet, it was... a little too big for his small frame.

Okay, fine. I take it back. I could never flip this damn thing anyway.

Defeated, he slumped forward onto the surface and buried his face in crossed arms. It was then that he noticed that the food was not here yet.

He immediately shot up, and stared at Emili with fire of vengeance burning in his eyes.

He had finally found something that he could use against her, a grin spread across his face.

"Hey..." he called out.

But instead of Emili who was lost in her thoughts, his call was answered by the angelic faced man.

"Yes... my dear Sezel, what can i help you with." Max's beautifully obnoxious smile stabbed him directly.

His voice rolled out, smooth as butter on glass, practically dripping romance.

"…Shit."

Sezel could clearly see hearts forming in Max's eyes.

"I—I wasn't talking to you!" Sezel stammered desperately, his voice cracking. "I was calling for… ugh, that crazy woman!"

The cheerful face of the man looking at him with hope suddenly died down, as if he was just rejected.

Which, honestly, was nothing new.

Well... Sezel had already rejected him several times already. But Max haven't given up on Sezel. The problem was Max never quit.

Because apparently, the simple logic of "we are both the only men in this city" had been enough justification for him to chase Sezel's ass day and night.

Which brought Sezel's current nightmare level to maximum.

As soon as Sezel announced that he was calling out to Emili. The atmosphere on the table suddenly changed.

"W-Why do you… why do you want to call Emili?" Max asked, voice cracking, like a man stumbling through heartbreak karaoke.

Sezel nearly gagged at the pathetic delivery.

"For fuck's sake, don't overreact, you gay freak!"

And that was the end of Max's life as a functioning individual. His fragile heart shattered right there. He slumped, breath catching like someone had snapped a dozen violin strings inside him.

Finally, Emili decided to step in.

She sat with her hands on the table, her face showing a dark expression. "So..." she started.

Her tone was bad news. He knew it. No telling what the lunatic was thinking—she might stab him or propose to kill his sanity again in a brand new way.

He just wanted to complain that the food was not here yet.

But it seems like there was a turn on events. And hence, he only listened carefully.

"I see," she mused, chuckling dark. "You've finally decided, huh?"

Sezel's jaw dropped. "Decided what?" His clueless chicken expression screamed idiocy.

The air suddenly felt heavy.

Emili looked at him and smiled at him, trying to act embarrassed.

Across the table, Max choked. His eyes bulged like he'd just seen a soap opera twist of a millennium.

"This… this can't be!"

His hopeful gaze cut straight to Sezel. "Sezel-kun, you can't be serious. Have you finally decided?" His voice cracked like tragedy.

And then, dramatically as possible, Max clutched his chest and twisted his neck away, tears brimming at the corners of his perfect eyes.

"I wish you luck," he whispered.

"..."

Sezel looked at him like a dumb chicken "Luck?" He shot up from his seat. "Luck for what? What the hell are you bastards talking about?!"

He was sure there was some kind of big misunderstanding running the whole situation.

Emili pressed her cheeks with her hands, acting like an embarrassed maiden. And that was the moment, Sezel understood what the fuck were those two playing.

Sezel slammed his hands on the table out of frustration.

Heat surged to his ears so hot they could probably fry eggs. His head felt like a volcano waiting to erupt.

"I'm not doing ANYTHING with this crazy woman!"

Immediately, Emili and Max collapsed into hysterical laughter, clutching their stomachs like hyenas, the entire dining area vibrating with their unholy noise.

And just when Sezel thought it couldn't get worse—

"You two," a heavy voice cut in from behind, "Stop teasing Sezel."

But Sezel's face—oh, Sezel's poor face—went even blanker, eyes widening in dread

His face had "More problem" practically written on it.