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The Red Flower
Chapter. 40
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“You can’t tell, huh?”
Bren asked with a little sigh, staring at the orange head who had his eyes fixed on the screen with countless wires scattered around him on the floor before looking at the unconscious stranger Bren had knocked out with his weapon.
“He’s a normal human with all his flesh and organs, so even if, hypothetically and as you said, he was programmed and sent by people from an ‘Outside or the Real World’…” Elois explained as he kept typing and stared intently at the continuously displaying codes before him, stopping shortly and closing the laptop shut with a huff. Relaxing his eyes for a moment, “It’s not like he would be like any robot even if he were one, right?” he looked at his brother’s childhood friend standing beside him, “I mean if that were the case, wouldn’t it be easy for the people here to notice who is a Fake and who is Real?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Bren hummed as he looked around the dimly lit small room. “It didn’t hurt to try, though.”
“Yeah, of course.” Elois shrugged as he gathered his stuff to put back in his bag, “Honestly, I thought you were talking nonsense on our way here with Javi about a ‘Real World’ or whatever, but I guess it makes sense after what this man said to…”
They both turned to look at a particular person in the room. Ellmer kept looking around and inspecting everything he found in the small place, which looked medieval compared to the rest of the area they were in.
“I told you everything I’ve seen from when I was away in that data or whatever it was, so don’t wish for more answers from me. I don’t even know what you guys are talking about, a Fake or Real.” The man with crimson-red eyes said as he felt the two staring at him from behind, “What exactly is in this room that that bastard wanted anyway?” he asked as he moved his gaze over the plain room with so much useless and old scrap. At the silence, he turned to look at Bren behind and raised an eyebrow. “You know?”
Bren let a quiet scoff at the suspicious look, “I don’t, but maybe someone we know does, yeah?” he walked close to the other at the silence, throwing his arm around Ellmer’s shoulder to whisper. “I know where Armand Hanover is.”
“……” Ellmer stared from the corner of his eyes as the other smirked.
He whispered again, “So, I think what this person wants is to find the exact place Armand and his gang are staying to get rid of it along with the people there.” Bren let go right after and said openly as he looked elsewhere, “But the entrance was somewhere close to this secret base, so this room must be another route?”
Ellmer tried not to think how the guy knew Armand was still alive when no one knew besides him and the village and agreed to stay completely silent and consider the man dead until the right time to reveal his face. He instead focused on the information offered to him. ‘Is that why he went hiding, leaving no trace behind?’ did Armand know he would be chased by a third party other than the two organizations?
“Then that means Armand’s place cannot be watched, and the Outer People only learned of the entrance somewhere around this area, so they got to use the people in the base to determine the location.”
The two turned to look at none other than Elois, standing with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Armand Hanover must know about the Fake and Real thing in this case, yeah?”
Elois raised an eyebrow as he pointedly stared at Ellmer.
Ellmer closed his eyes with a sigh, understanding what that look meant, “Yes, yes, Javi’s uncle is alive, and I never told Javi, just as Armand wanted.” He looked sharply at the orange head, “Do not tell him. Not yet.”
“…sure.” Elois agreed after a short moment of silence. It wasn’t his place to say anything to his friend, and perhaps it was for the better since Javi’s uncle seemed to be in a tight situation and had a mission to finish, and Javi would only hinder him, or maybe it was for Javi’s sake for now. At least now, seeing his friend mourning whenever they spoke of his broken necklace wouldn't be too painful.
“Wait, you’re a genius, wow.”
Both Ellmer and Elois looked at Bren, who had a look on his face as if he was amazed by Elois’s quick understanding of the situation.
“It’s highly the case, right.” Bren smirked with his eyebrows slightly raised while looking at Owin’s older brother, “I found the entrance before, but I couldn’t find the door inside, and hardly anyone left the place or entered after Gasha Anfinrud, so it must be truly hidden or out of the Outers’ reach.”
Elois blinked blankly at the other, who had looked as if to say, Owin’s stupid brother actually has a brain; how did I not know?
It was because it was easier to understand the matter since he looked at it from a programmer’s point of view instead, but Elois kept silent about his nonexistent intelligence when it came to understanding people and real-life problems.
Bren looked expectantly at the orange head, “What more thoughts do you have, young guy?”
Elois and Ellmer turned their blank faces to the guy who was supposed to be the youngest in the room, yet it didn’t feel that way at all to them as they felt like little kids accompanied by a friendly old man instead. They both had their own impression of Bren Carson at first encounter, but somehow they couldn’t understand what changed on this mission. They glanced at each other for a second before dismissing the thought for now.
“I mean…” Elois hesitated and didn’t know what to feel when Bren looked like an old uncle urging his kid to speak while nodding for him to continue. “This old room is in Anfinruds’ secret base, and it wasn’t discovered until they caught Ellmer in the Data World, additionally with that when the man said he wouldn’t be able to open the door to the Error by himself, then…” he blinked when not only Bren nodded again with an encouraging smile, but Ellmer also looked interested with an amused little smirk. He silently sighed at the two bastards, “…then, Xenos Anfinrud must’ve known of this room, right? From what I heard about him so far from you guys and others, the man is a total mystery, so maybe he left behind something here that could be important to the Outers?” He shrugged and glanced around the room, “This small space looks questionably messy.”
“Ah, right. He even found Lucas’s hideout in the academy and made it sound like he accidentally found it one day when it’s almost certainly not.”
Elois stiffened as Ellmer spoke while thinking deeply, looking at the other with shaking eyes. “…Lucas is in the academy?”
“He’s relaxing in his laboratory like a retired old man, don’t worry. I doubt he will be doing anything anytime for a while now.” Bren was the one who assured the orange head after witnessing the suddenly alarming look on Elois’s face. He then looked around the mess in thought, “You’re right. Either Xenos hid something here or set this room as a trap.”
Ellmer glanced at the raven-head, “Then that means Xenos Anfinrud knows about the Real World and much other stuff of this possibly Fake World?”
Bren nodded as he started looking for something between the mess in the place that looked more like a cramped storage room. “He’s always behaved like a clown, so it’s not all too surprising.” He paused suddenly when he took hold of something. He looked at it with slightly wide eyes before offering it to Ellmer behind him while still looking around the mess, “Drink this.”
“What’s this…?” Ellmer asked with a slight frown as he cautiously took the test flask containing a light-blue liquid in it.
“Ever heard of healing potions? I’m sure you’ve seen some in video games before.” Bren said nonchalantly while rummaging through the mess, sounding amused as he started explaining. “Anyway, this will help restore your health back to how it was. You look like a zombie after spending your time in the Data World for two weeks, so drink it.”
“……” Ellmer looked suspiciously at the flask in his hand before glancing at the guy next to him, looking similarly doubtful. You think I can trust this fantasy thingy? Was what he tried to ask Elois with his eyes, and the other seemed to get the message as he glanced at Bren next. He watched as Elois didn’t hesitate and opened his mouth to ask with a dumb look on his face.
“Why do you look so sure this isn’t poison?”
Bren chuckled lightly without turning to the two, “Because I’m from a time when vampires were very well known, and these magical potions were quite famous back then.”
“……”
Ellmer and Elois glanced at each other and decided to silently accept it at that and not question further. Owin trusted this person, and this person named Bren didn’t even care to try and hide his identity from them, so they’ll trust their instincts that were telling them this guy— this man posed no threat to them.
And what else would he do when he was barely standing on his feet, anyway? Ellmer took off the lid and, without a second thought, then moved the tip of the flask to his lips, ‘Here goes nothing.’
Elois warily kept his gaze on the other, waiting and fearing something from happening at any moment. When Ellmer finished the drink, his complexion instantly looked much better than a second ago, just like in the games but without the glowing and sound effects when using potions. And Ellmer looked at the empty flask with quite amused eyes. They looked at each other again and nodded shortly, silently accepting that they were in a fantasy world indeed.
“We should hurry. I don’t know how longer Javi and Karl can distract Chronos, so you two look around for anything that seems suspicious or new to you.” Bren instructed, hearing movements behind his back and knowing the two got to work immediately. “…the Rulers Circle…” he whispered to himself while still searching, smirking when nothing happened after a few minutes. Elois was correct; there might be places the rulers couldn’t seem to reach for some reason he was sure Armand knew.
Bren secretly used his eyes’ ability to quickly scan and analyze all the stuff in the room to save them time. There was multiple other stuff from the far past in the vampires’ era, which made him feel nostalgic yet suspicious. Why were magic tools here?
“Hey,”
The two looked over to Ellmer, who was crouching down and trying to get to one spot on the wall behind all the mess.
“There is a tiny door.” He felt the two standing behind him after seconds as he tried to reach the handle. The messy tools were slightly moved from his way on both sides by his two companions, and he finally managed to grab the handle. With a click, it easily opened, and he stared silently.
“What do you see?” Elois asked when the guy paused for a moment.
Instead of answering, Ellmer grabbed the one thing that was inside the little room the size of a mouse, standing up after and opening the small scroll paper in hand.
Three pairs of eyes came closer to read the contents of the letter.
—To the person who reached this room—
They stared blankly at the following line of the short letter.
—Sorry you had to come this far for nothing, LMAO. At least you can find some astounding stuff, don’t stare at me like that, c’mon laugh, LOL LOL LMFAO—
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The three were too dumbfounded to say anything.
“Heheh, wow, this is definitely Xenos, no doubt.” Bren laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t trace any fingerprints on the paper or the place though, so probably either magic had been used or some other stuff I don’t know of.”
Ellmer and Elois once again ignored their curiosity over the maybe-not-human man’s abilities and focused on the letter.
“I trust it’s not magic, young Reutestian.”
Elois and Ellmer stiffened at the intimidating familiar aura behind them, and they were immediately aware of the shadow looming above their backs.
At hearing the name that shouldn’t be known except for very few people, Bren slowly turned to look at the man standing tall and looking down and pointedly at him.
‘When did His Imperial Majesty arrive here…?’
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Bren would understand if the other two couldn’t sense the presence, but even he couldn’t feel the man slipping into the room with no slightest sound. And one glance at the strange man lying on the floor told him that the powerful vampire already put a spell to obstruct the stranger’s movements should he woke up.
Albern looked at the three with amusement as if he were looking at three little kids, recognizing Ellmer and Elois with a smile. “I’m afraid you’ll have to leave this place soon,” the Emperor looked at Bren once again, “There are bigger matters to keep an eye on now, are there not?”
Ellmer and Elois looked puzzled and glanced at their silent friend, who appeared surprisingly or not so surprisingly calm in the vampire’s presence, maybe even looking like he trusted the vampire more than they would like to admit.
With a blink of an eye, the paper in Ellmer’s hands disappeared and lay in Albern’s hand. “As for me, I'll be taking over from here.” He raised his other hand a bit, and it started glowing faintly, “We shall meet again.”
And just like that, they found themselves somewhere else.
“Wha…” Ellmer and Elois frowned as they were suddenly outside the base and in the open under the sky.
“Guys!”
BOOM—!
The moment the three turned at the familiar voice behind them, they swiftly dodged an attack coming their way.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew it…” Chronos stood with his black eyes looking directly at his ‘assistant’ standing from a distance and looking back at him. “You scumbag and traitorous liar.”
Ellmer looked over the crazy leader’s shoulder and quickly found Javi holding a gun in his hand and a man he had never seen before standing next to their friend with his giant sword.
“We’re leaving.”
Elois and Ellmer turned to Bren and looked puzzled, but they quickly nodded at the look in his unwavering eyes.
“Karl!” Bren called for the other, and the muscular man with sharp eyes had his sword disappear right away.
“Teleport yourself there on your own. I’m doing hard labor for three people here.” Karl said with a smirk and was met with a playful snort.
“I know, I know. Don’t lose your way!” Bren yelled before vanishing from the site in the blink of an eye.
“Oh, you’re leaving already?” Chronos asked with his head tilted to the side, looking at the vampire quickly jumping in front of Elois and Ellmer to protect them from yet another attack from the plushie bear.
“How was your trip, kiddo?” Karl said playfully as he looked down at a frowning Elois the moment he came to stand close.
“You know another vampire?” Ellmer asked Elois with a raised eyebrow.
“Apparently, this big guy saved him in the past, or so he says,” Javi, who jumped to stand with the three, answered for his friend, who was still busy glaring at the surprisingly affectionate vampire. He would have liked to enjoy the playful moment some more, but they were on a mission. “All right, enough teasing and send us back to the academy, man.”
Ellmer looked amused as everyone seemed well acquainted with the big vampire already.
“Oh, then will I see you in the academy?” Chronos asked calmly, not moving from his spot.
Ellmer smirked at the crazy leader, not minding the glowing circle appearing below their feet. “Come visit us sometime, boss.”
Javi and Elois sent a look at Ellmer, who casually decided to taunt the leader whom almost if not all of Anfinrud’s agents feared. The guy didn’t even have his weapon, which was destroyed after the Data World.
“Of course, wait patiently for me, okay, Ellmer boy?” Chronos answered without any hint of a smile while his eyes turned normal gradually as his weapon landed back on his arm, staring coldly at crimson eyes. “And let me know then where you took my prisoner off to.”
‘Henrik?’ Ellmer blinked twice as the dark-blue light circled him, taking him away from the leader’s sight. He thought the disgusting old man was still in the secret base, but he was not?
And as he thought about where the bastard could be, he found himself along with his two friends and the vampire, back in the academy and behind the trees in one of the gardens.
And they all frowned at the commotion from all the students gathering in one place.
“…it’s almost time for the real task, huh?” Karl whispered with a grim face as he imagined what was coming soon.
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Evester, in Davante’s place, could hear the voices of the students and almost all the people in the academy, even from the white room he was confined in and sat with a straightjacket.
Should academies provide such rooms even? He doubted, but this was more of a whole city than an academy, so he wasn’t all that surprised to find himself locked and tied in a white room for mentally ill patients. Besides, this academy was basically ruled by a crazy person. He didn't think the walls were so thin for the noise of the whole academy to get through to him. So, he figured the people behind the dark glass must be forcing him to hear the voices as a form of torment-like treatment. He couldn’t see as he was blindfolded the whole way to this room, but he had a feeling he was somewhere underground.
Nice way to indulge in your own sick pleasure, huh? He thought as he looked at the dark, thick, glassy wall before him, knowing exactly who stood behind it without needing to see them, enjoying the view of him being finally put in this ridiculous situation.
If he had previously wondered whether he had done the right thing to put Davante to sleep for a while, then now he was more than sure.
The Davante before the ‘Revival’ would definitely be affected by the whole ordeal, but not the one after, whom Evester was waiting for while taking place in all this circus. He may feel a bit bad for doing this to the still young and innocent Davante without all the memories, but it should be done. Evester would not let Davante make the same mistakes of the past lives, not on his watch in this round, so he would help the other get the memories as peacefully as the process should, then apologize later just for the fact he went on with his own plan without discussing with Davante first. Even though he had subtly introduced the idea to Davante while speaking in riddles, he didn't expect his brother to get the meaning behind his words in their first meeting in his realm.
Well, he was being tormented now in Davante’s place, right? Wasn’t that apology enough? He contemplated if he should give a little show to satisfy the person looking at him behind the glass, but he settled to listen to the voice in his head in silence. Staying frozen and in a daze is also a display of shock, so this should entertain the person a bit for now.
-I presume you know who might have taken control of Davante’s body while you were away.
Yeolard said calmly in Evester’s head, and Evester slightly nodded his head. ‘I can guess who, but why didn’t you stop it?’ that was what he wanted to know ever since the deceased vampire’s soul residing in Davante’s body spoke to him in his head the moment he came back and found himself in all this mess.
-I was worried I’d completely take over Davante’s body and soul, sir.
Evester hummed quietly, ‘Forgive me, for I did not give your situation enough thought.’ Yeolard Verick’s unstable spirit would go berserk any time should the Cowndrel Queen pressure it a bit, whether directly or through someone else. ‘What did they do using Davante’s body?’
-They killed people in the shadows and committed numerous other crimes, leaving traces behind on purpose.
‘Did they bully the students in his class?’
-……
Evester slightly raised an eyebrow, ‘Well, did they?’
-Two times, yes.
The corner of his lips twitched as he held back a smile, ‘Did the windows shatter? Did everyone bark with their tails between their legs?’
-Ahem, yes.
‘All right, they did one good thing.’ Those brats who tossed nasty looks toward Davante on the first day of his class must have whined and wet themselves.
-……you two really are different.
‘Perhaps not much different, not if we’re talking in general here.’ Evester allowed himself to smirk a little at the silence from the other, who couldn’t really prove otherwise, ‘And? What have you obtained from this?’ he knew from the silence that he was right. The other didn’t just stay behind and watch until his return.
-I might be able to help Davante later with the information I got. It’s about the curses on Father…
‘Albern Verick?’ he was a bit lost for a moment before he could understand what the other was trying to tell him. ‘Did Belvedere put a curse on Albern Verick?’
-Not precisely, but he helped in more ways than one.
Evester quietly hummed. He knew Davante would have to see the vampires sooner or later, so obtaining information on how to face the Emperor was indeed something to be praised for.
It was then that he was suddenly reminded of something, ‘Isn’t Albern Verick originally the late Queen Leondra’s son?’
-Yes, I was about to say she was the one who planned and created all the curses on Father with the help of many others.
Oh, my…
He couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him at the mention of the woman, who claimed to be his caring sister in what Evester supposed was the Real World. ‘Good thing I ate her heart.’
-Yes? Excuse me?
Yeolard was taken aback as the other thought to himself for a moment.
‘I also did something good while I was away.’ Evester smiled a bit at the silence and teased, ‘I’m a good Weapon, right?’
-…yes, you care so much for Davante, and I respect that of you.
Evester chuckled at the careful tone in his head, knowing the other was somewhat aware of his true nature if not tamed well.
He took a moment to think of what to do now. He was clearly in a difficult situation, and it wasn’t yet the time to fight the person behind the glass. The right thing to do now would be to stay alive and safe until Davante finally wakes up.
Looking down, he wondered if he could untie himself and find his way out and hide somewhere for the time being. It would take some time, but it wasn’t impossible. And so, he was about to move his fingers under the straitjacket.
“Mr. 3rd player,”
He blinked at the unusual name and looked to where he believed the person was speaking through the speaker behind the glass. ‘Oh, are we done with the amnesia show already?’ he thought while staring coldly at the glass despite not being able to see anything through it. He could still imagine the ugly and crazy smirk.
“Let’s play together before we finally say bye-bye~”
His eyebrows twitched at the tone of the person who couldn’t contain their sickening joy. ‘All right, shit.’ He briefly thought of an idea but wasn’t sure it was much needed in this case yet. If it was only about pain, he could hold on, and he had an idea of how to heal this body later.
“Let me hear the loudest cry, okay? Okay?!” the person said with the sound of quick breaths heard from the speaker and teeth chattering. “I’ve waited so long, so do your best, okay?!”
And suddenly, the room was filled with the loudest, most piercing noises imaginable.
“Ughk-kuh…!” Evester shut his eyes in pain and twisted his head side to side, trying to shake off the penetrating ringing that sharply scratched and stabbed his entire being. The fact that his hands were firmly tied was the main part of the torment of not having anything to shield his strained ears.
“No, no— LOUDER, YOU BASTARD!!”
“Ahgh—!” his body was thrown to the floor when the ringing got impossibly louder and sharper as if it wasn’t deadly to any human’s ears before. “Ahk-GhahK!!” his body uncontrollably thrashed and rolled on the cold floor, trying to cover at least one ear with the floor. A typical reaction for the body to do anything and tear the ears off and rid itself of the needles relentlessly shooting into its ears.
“Oh, not enough to make you scream?”
“Ah— AAGHAAAAAAHHK—!!”
He gritted his teeth and kneeled with his head pushing on the floor, forcing his mouth open before the fucker did something even more damaging to Davante’s body than causing his ears to bleed rivers of blood already—
“Oh, you’re scared of more? How cute.”
‘Great, whomever the bastards behind the glass, they are clearly helping the bitch to make that rotten brain of hers work—!’ he groaned in pain and rolled over on his back, Davante’s body kicking the floor uncontrollably.
“There you go, your reward for screaming so well.”
He struggled to crack one eye open, and his heart almost stopped when he saw a flood of deadly insects moving his way from all around him and even pouring from the ceiling like rain. ‘Fuck— You sick piece of shit!’
Evester struggled and quickly forced the body up from the floor, doing his best to close his mouth shut while getting away from the deadly bugs he had definitely seen in one or two of Davante’s memories from the past rounds.
Power, he needed power. Even if he had taken Angela’s life force to help Davante’s weak body, this body was still recovering and accepting the new flood of strength he consumed from the Artist Witch. There was no way he could use his power as a Weapon in this case. He should’ve gone with his plan earlier—
‘Switch with me, spirit.’
-I get it’s the only way, but…
‘Quick, use a bit of your vampire powers.’
-My soul will—
‘You won’t lose control under my watch.’ He assured the other and caught sight of the deadly insects finally getting to Davante’s body, ‘I can manipulate and instruct you better than that shithead, so hurry up if you don’t want your cousin dead after coming this long in this round. You hear me?’
-…yes, sir.
And Evester finally felt himself floating in space, losing all senses of his limbs and welcomed the familiar feeling of being dormant in Davante’s body as he was the one lying behind and watching now from the dark. Sadly, he wasn’t allowed to bask long in the comfort as he noticed Yeolard’s soul fluctuating right after taking over the body.
-Use your Deadly Garden and target the insects, but do not kill anyone.
At Evester’s first instruction, crimson eyes snapped wide open—
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“Wha…” the voice through the speaker suddenly halted as the room was immediately covered with flowers out of nowhere, causing the insects to die instantly by the poison spread through the room. Within seconds, the insects were all eaten by the bloody flowers. As if they could see, the flowers turned to where the person and their allies stood behind the glass, and a hitch came from the speaker, “Y-You…You’re not…!”
The flowers suddenly stretched fast toward the glass with petals sharp as knives—
-No, babies. I said no killing.
And as if a switch, all the flowers stopped abruptly, as if Evester was their master instead of Yeolard, who stood still and found himself slowly calming down when he felt like a hand patting his head reassuringly. It was like Evester was the spirit now instead and could interact with him as Yeolard himself did with Davante before at times.
Evester smiled as he took hold of Yeolard’s weak spirit without much effort, now knowing how damaged the poor soul got under the Cowndrel Queen’s brutality for centuries locked inside the flower before Davante’s arrival.
-Cover the glass with your garden, poor spirit.
Yeolard stopped himself from chuckling at the name and let his powers do as told.
“WH-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! YOU—!”
-Actually, please destroy the speaker while you’re at it.
Yeolard chuckled and found his plants strike at where the speaker was and broke it beyond repair.
And a moment of silence and stillness swept through the room…
-Perfect, now can you untie the body real quick? Let’s get out of here and hide somewhere—
BAM— BAM—!!
Yeolard, in Davante’s body this time, turned toward the only door to the white room. ‘…it’s Mr. Iriart and the rest.’
-Oh, you can see who is behind? Excellent, now untie yourself and go to the door before they break it. Let’s not make a mess.
Yeolard silently chuckled once more at the Weapon when the guy had already done complete damage to the room. He looked down and wondered whether he should put some force into this fragile body or use the flowers to tear off the straps of the jacket. The fact that he was able to think of a decision was enough indication that he had some control over his soul now with the Weapon’s help.
But before he could decide, the door was slowly melting, and a hole started to appear in the middle.
-Ah, right, your eye color— switch with me.
Yeolard nodded without hesitation and even looked eager to return to his shell inside Davante’s body, knowing it was much safer for him and everyone to stay inside; this would also help save the Weapon from further explanations to Davante’s people.
Evester wanted to sigh as he felt his limbs again in Davante’s body, disgusted by the dry blood on his ears and nose and all over his body. “I need a bath…” he mumbled to himself while looking down, still tied with the straitjacket, but at least the bleeding stopped, and the body looked and felt all right, thanks to Yeolard’s healing power even if weak.
“Ha—!”
Ah, he forgot about the other people. He looked to the ruined door when he heard sharp gasps, meeting wide pairs of eyes from Davante’s friends, brother and uncle. He wondered how even the uncle was here when he should have been locked in a secret prison in the basement since this morning, as decided by that crazy ugly Queen. Judging by the situation, he figured Karl the Man was the one who did the damage to the door as silently as possible with his powers, as the man was now standing behind the utterly shocked group with a deep frown.
Alvis couldn’t find his voice. He didn’t even look at the room, not the dead flowers, not the broken lights, not the huge abnormal plants, but only at the person standing inside, bathing in red…
“Is he there…?”
Ellmer’s growl pulled them back from their stillness, Evester finding him and most of them glaring darkly at the glass covered by giant and robust plants.
“Is Kaven fucking Fixsen over there?”
Oh, dear…
Evester wished he could go relax inside Davante’s body instead of dealing with mad people now.
‘Just a bit more…’
He told himself as he could feel it.
‘I should wait a bit more for Davante to wake.’
A week, probably, no more than a week. Well, maybe a week and two days or so.
So he could deal with those ‘close people’ until his brother got back.
And with that thought, he opened his mouth to answer before anyone would start an entire battle when he believed it wasn’t the time for that yet.
“Can I have a bath first, please?”
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The End of CH. 40