Spoiler: RR version
JSA's Cruelty II
At the very slow motion; D-eat aet ate tae tea eta-h are popping onto Maritis' vision; whereas, her knife won't budge no matter how much she pulls it. She only remembers the man, Jaino, smiling; yet, his eyes are shuttered, foretelling goodbye. D-eat aet ate tae tea eta-h are now annoying her eyes. Her body trembles and her will is gravitated.
A quick shake of her head to left side she has done— time flow turns normal —she examines quickly the knife; to only find two fingers clipping its blade.
Stealing Jaino and Maritis attention, a female voice speaks, “Hic, hey, Jaino, phlaying with anather woman, you're bad, hic, you're bad.”
Gaining another hope, Jaino grimaces, thinking, Spare me, please... While he's staring at the wobbling Criselia, kneeling one knee in front.
“Hey! Hic, you lady watchurdoin, flirting with my, hic, mister—” Overwhelming Maritis with the fright; yet Criselia vomits, however Jaino can't move due with the knife; he receives every vomited content from his face to his stomach.
Maritis— as her eyes scan at Criselia's attire —thinks, Mister? Then, then, then, then, this person is not a bandit himself. My, my goodness! She has let go the knife as Criselia does as Jaino crawls to Criselia's side.
The knife stabs as its blade, until the hilt, buries into the ground.
Argh, on his mind, from the disgusted vomited contents— “Oi, oi, Criselia; don't create misunderstanding.”
The woman in black thinks, What should I do... it's his fault for not revealing his identity. With a bitter smile— “Actually, his on a test for his qualification.” —she searches on her pouch.
“For —hic, for what?” Criselia has asked.
With the bad face and silence; while enduring Criselia's disgusted vomited contents; Teeesting your face, Jaino has thought.
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The drunk woman hugs Jaino. She hums as she glares at Maritis, who's cringing by the fright as Maritis' prediction death is all over her head. What; what with this woman. I gotta go. I must not dwell too much. She reaches the short folded paper to Jaino. “Here.” And with the glare: “Please, don't fail me.” —Jaino gulps— My goodness, I've just recommended some random person.
Criselia glares as Jaino receives the folded paper. The drunk woman grabs Jaino's shoulder as she ogles to Maritis. “Hic, what authority you have to command him!”
Maritis gulps as her lips are paling. I gotta go. I gotta go. She shakes her head sideward. She gazes at Jaino. “I'll be cheering you—”
“What! did! you say!”
“—bye.” With the bitter smile, she disappears.
“What with—hic, what's with that woman, Jaino, tell me!”
“Don't call her woman. Her age is thousands times below yours.” He glances at the paper. This is the waterproof paper and with the kingdom seal. What the— selection for the strongest, and the reward—
“What's with that Jaino—hic,” as she lies her head to Jaino's shoulder.
—is quite grandeur. This is ridiculous. “Would you mind to lend me some hand?” His hand, he supports to his head, aching; as his vision is revolving all over again. He feels the pain squeezing on his heart. The drunk woman hugs him; yet, Jaino is tired to resist. “I don't care if they're fugitives; but, would you mind to have me inform of the current people died inside this forest.”
“You want it detailed?”
“Just numerical.”
Criselia has stood. And with the sky that has already fallen black as the night has its entrance; her body is glowing lucently. “One, three, eight... hic; one hundred thirty-eight.”
He just closes his eyes. This is quite a massacre.
“I can decompose and merge them back to nature; but, of course—”
“I'll deepen our relationship.”
“—hic.” Her lips create a gap to each other. Her heart receives a warm feeling. “It's; a deal. It's a deal—”
Jaino gulps.
—and she grounds her hand.
Inside this Deep Forest; her vision reaches to anywhere; as all the dead, that she has seen, are decaying yet their pools of blood are approximately widened onto the grass; onto the dried branches and leaves; and onto the soil.
The man, Jaino, is amazed while he watches Criselia, with her body cloaked by the lucent light, while her hair, dancing above yet slowly falling down. She's back wobbling again. “It's finished—hic.”
“May I confirm it?”
“Jeez, always estimating me—” She jumps and she hugs him. “—now, carry me.”
He carries her as he raises as the lady lies her head onto his shoulder. “You're heavy.”
“I don't care.” while she rubs her finger on his thorax as Jaino begins to walk again.
“Man, you really can do more greatness if you aren't born a curse. You're amazing. I envy you.”
The drunk woman hides her lips as she smiles. She just leans her head to Jaino's head as their necks have sharing its others' tempting warmth.
She murmurs, “That boy had grown, hic. Along with it, hic, he had gain a lot of companions; for revolution. Hic, he treated them as brothers. I'd trained them and trained, and without others awareness. And when, when, they, they— felt needing to act...”
Miscommunication didn't fail
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First, must analyze everything
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