He was somewhat curious what Tina meant by that statement but based on the look on her face, he decided it would be best for him not to pry too much.
She was about to leave the carriage but eyed Tibaut down as she was about to leave.
“What is it?”
“You don't seriously think I'll allow you to stay in here right? You pervert.”
“Pervert? What's this ab-”
He looked to his side and saw the two women sleeping against each other. He threw his arms and turned towards her.
“Oh come on, you know I wouldn't do anyth- Tsk, whatever, I'll leave.” Tibaut left the carriage irritated.
“(At least put up more of a resistance. It's no fun if you give up so easily.)” She thought as she watched him walk by.
Tibaut quickly climbed up a nearby tree and decided there would be a comfortable place to retire for the evening.
Tibaut wasted no time going to sleep following this, after all, that glorified death match he had with Furor took all the spare energy he had.
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He was in a noiseless abyss. For miles or even parsecs, nothing stood around him but darkness. He heard nothing but his heartbeat and the sound of his own swallowing. He floated there motionless, helpless to do anything.
(“This weird dream again.”)
His eyes were the only thing capable of moving. He looked down and saw a short figure lying on his chest. He could tell they had pale skin and black hair but that was all the detail he could make out.
“I feel her.” The figure stated. They sounded somewhere between a teenager before puberty and one of those delinquent women from the visual novels he used to play. He seemed almost certain it wasn't a guy at the minimum.
(“Feel who, exactly?”) He wondered.
The figure leaned closer to his face but he still couldn't make out their details.
“Well, this is a surprise. Have you given up your meaningless prattle?”
(“Would you tell me what's going on if I said yes?”)
“Hmph, it seems you're finally making yourself useful after all.”
(“What does that me-”)
“Shut up and listen you, *clears throat* virgin. Really? That's a term that offends you?” The figure stated, sounding disappointed.
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“Wha, what does that have to do with anything you-” they covered his mouth.
“Hmph, it seems your reaction to that word is different behind closed doors than it is with those girls around.” They sighed. “No matter. Now listen well, experiment, I feel the presence of something extremely important. I don't care where you and that girl Gabriel has grown fond of, are going. You are to follow my directions and head there immediately.”
(“What?”)
“Like I said, this is something extremely important. Follow my words and do your best not to irritate me.”
Tibaut was stunned for a moment. He wanted to ask an obvious question but decided to get some important information first.
(“How long will it take me to get there?”)
“About two days give or take, if we consider the fact you'll have to go through unfamiliar terrain.”
(“Two days? I remember Elizabeth said this trip might take a week but so far it's been two days. Tch, if it's a round trip then I might not come back in time to help them out. No, what am I thinking, I can't agree to-”)
It would do you good to remember I can hear your thoughts. Boy, answer my question. You aren't foolish enough to think I'll let you tend to your personal matters before serving me, do you? Let me make this very clear. Your existence came to be only because I wanted a servant without the annoyances of a church.
Their words crept into his head like a leech forcing its way through his ear and he felt his chest tighten so badly, he was convinced this figure had grabbed his heart.
(“You, y-you can't do this! I have to avenge him. You can't expect me to-”)
“I couldn't care less about that fool you befriended or his plans. You will go to where I direct lest you wish death.”
(“... then kill m-”)
His skin burned and he saw nothing but a barren wasteland before him. His lungs were filled with putrid air. Hooks dug into his flesh and he felt nothing but the urge to scream. He could tell his body was being dragged by something but he had no idea of what or who it was. He tried to resist but the pain left him defenceless. The only thing he could think of was pain.
This is just a preview of what awaits you if you disobey me. I will drag you through the streets of hell like a dog. I will make you a being that knows only suffering. I will reduce you to a pile of flesh that knows only the smell of brimstone and the cinders of hellfire.
Their words rang through his skull like a gong smashed against his head. They echoed and echoed throughout it but no matter how they did, they didn't lose a decibel of impact.
He was nauseous to the point of vomiting but held it back, in the only act of rebellion he could muster.
They were once more back in the abyss. And the figure once again stared into his face.
“Let me make something very clear. You are an experiment. One of two remaining. Your death would be only an inconvenience. Instead of seeing what that presence is by the end of the week, it would take me over a month instead. And let's make something else clear about the type of experiment this is. Using your memories of course. You are not the man who will first land on the moon. You are the dog that will scratch and claw their shoddy spacecraft in desperation. You will feel the heat build and build until it's unbearable yet no one will come to help. Finally, you will be reduced to cinders and your ash along with the craft will be studied to ensure progress occurs in the next experiment. That is the type of experiment you are.”