She tiptoed around the desk, grabbed a chair from the floor, put it in front of the desk, and went up to it, resting her feet. Still, I couldn’t even see her foot because of the length of her outfit when she sat on the desk; maybe she was a ghost in a dress without legs.

She started to whistle out loud, which only confused me. Strange behavior from a bratty kid who was a moment ago threatening to kill me. While now having strange behavior and sitting whistling on the desk.

“Eh…Maybe I walked into the wrong room. I don’t want to disturb your moment of whistling enjoyment so that you can enjoy...the fire outside. I will leave you to be.” I told her and took a step in the direction of the door before it shut by itself.

Okay…this seems like I am in a tricky situation to try and leave when the door closes by itself. I wonder how the door closed by itself without anyone touching it. Wait a minute! If this is a dream, I can manipulate the environment. I turned back to the girl when the whistle suddenly stopped:

“Okay! I am in a dream, but I'd rather meet a girl who is twenty years old with big cannons, blue eyes, and black hair.” Trying to snap my fingers several times to try and change my environment without success.

I kept trying to change the girl to an older one without anything happening. Huh! Maybe it’s another person's dream with someone watching too much anime.

“I kept telling the boss that you were an idiot even when you were a child, but both he and the other ones didn’t listen to me, and now that witch by mistake hurt you badly, and you ended up here. I am surprised by your stupidity in never noticing us lingering by your side. Still, How could they think of you as a hero who would jump into fire and protect others, especially when weak? Do you fear anything, Berk?” She asked.

I do wonder if she is a psychopath; maybe she escaped from a kid’s asylum and ended up in another's peoples dreams. What the hell is she talking about? I don’t understand what she is babbling about, especially my childhood. It was great; I was surrounded by…well, let’s call it competent witches with bubbles for the fun, and it was great. Look at me handling this as a pro. I will make her yield and give up, and I will personally make sure the kid gets all the help she can in the psychiatric clinic.

“Okay…kid! Listen to me. I do not care. I just need to know where I can find the exit so I can get the fuck out of here and get help for you. You need to check in to a ward for sick children,” I said, smirking to show support.

I heard the sound of something breaking behind me, and I turned quickly to check it. It was a chair that had hit the wall and went into pieces. I turned back, and the little maid stood before the desk with no relaxed expression. What can a tiny little maid without feet do against a guy at least 50 kilos heavier than her? She should not mess with adults.

“I asked you a question, Berk. Do you fear anything?” she asked again.

It went completely silent for a moment while she was waiting for me to give her an answer.

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“Yes! I do.” I answered.

“What is your fear?” She asked.

Now is the moment of truth.

“I…Fear that you will force me down and tell me to wear a maid dress like you, and we will jump around in this classroom and sing Kum Ja Bah the whole day.” I answered.

She moved quickly, and I still couldn't see any feet as she stood before me. I suddenly flew backward and felt intense pain in my chest around my heart area, and I also felt back pain and knew I had hit the wall. It felt like everything went too fast when hitting the wall and then going in slow motion as I was falling and seeing her red eyes lit up while I was falling to the floor.

“F…f…fu” Was everything I strangely uttered while on my way down the floor.

“I told you to tell me what your biggest fear was.” She spoke like some princess who was satisfied to have beaten someone almost twice her age with high-pitched laughter afterward like I was some joke.

The pain in my chest made it a little bit hard to breathe, but I will probably recover if I don't try to do anything stupid.

I took my time getting up because she didnt follow up directly after hitting me, and I put both my knuckles up, ready for a fight. I don’t give a shit that she is a kid. If danger is close to me, I need to protect myself. While I stepped forward, she swayed above the floor and backed away two meters from me. For fuck sake, I can’t see her legs with the long dress she has, so I need to be aware if she has any legs. I didn’t even see the hit on my chest, but I wasn’t focused. I took two steps forward and tried aiming my right knuckle downward against her face, but she quickly moved her head to the side. She put both her palms on my chest and made a slight push. I got dragged backward around a meter; there was barely any power in that push at all. I leaped towards her but thought I wouldn’t miss this time. I put a lot of strength into my left leg for a low kick, but she was quick, pushed her arms downward, and dodged my kick. At that exact moment, she had just disappeared from my vision. I suddenly saw my leg disappearing under the dress. A red light hit my cheek, and I knew it was over. I felt that back pain again as I crashed through something, suddenly noticing I went through the window and fell from the building with her head peeking outside. The time has come for me to die in the fire down below.

I opened my eyes and saw the flowers on the ceiling; this was Victoria's office. I could feel something was wrong with my face; it was the left side I had pain. I felt my left hand on my cheek and noticed how swollen it was. Slowly, I got up from the sofa feeling tired and commenting:

“Where is that little bitch? She is so dead now,” and I looked at Victoria sitting on her chair with a surprised look on her face and another guy sitting on the other side of the desk with a mustache that was so thick that it looked like he had gone back in time 40 years to the 80s and then came back here. His yellow t-shirt was too small for his steroid body. Is this bastard trying to hit on my sister?

“Whu ta fakk ar u? I mumbled to him.

” Excuse me, young rookie fellow. I didn’t understand you.” He answered back while he and Victoria looked at each other, confused about what I tried to ask him.

My left side was so swollen it made it hard for me to talk clearly.

“Whu…ar…u?” I tried expressing myself.

” Oh…Who am I? That's what you are trying to say.” He responded with a smile, shutting his eyes like he was mocking me.

I nodded to him, waiting for his answer. He started to scratch the back of his head, still smiling with his eyes shut, answering:

“I am the king of Valiant! You and I are going to work in a joint operation to hunt down the serial killer with green hands. Nine of my soldiers have died in his hands, so we are joining up on the investigation.” He answered, still fucking smiling with his eyes shut.

Who the hell is this old steroid guy smiling that nine people have died and a king of what…my foot?