And the anomaly happened the night I welcomed you, Cecil.
In the name of a guest, it's actually protective, but Cecil is going to be able to stay with you. Well, I'm renting a room. Oh, Cecil, you were freaked out by Ruby, and I'll write you down as confused Cecil, you were cute.
And by the time he had fallen asleep, including me, the anomaly came in a way that I could clearly see.
If they touch or shake my body when I'm shallow asleep, I wake up. Especially tonight, when my father was anxious and didn't feel like sleeping much.
"... Mm,..."
It should have been on my back, the fuzziness of the bed disappears, and instead two stiff things get hit on my back. I felt that way, like someone was letting my palms touch my back, and I blurred and opened my heavy eyelids.
The interior is only a slight light of the lamp on the side chest, still a sufficient source of light to clear the darkness around the bed. I slept with it on, but for me to wake up, it's a little dazzling.
I rub my eyelids with a mess and the back of my hand to try to find out who my back feels like,... I notice the metal on my neck muscle. I've been guessed before, and I didn't believe I'd ever be guessed again, that.
"Don't make a scene. If you make a scene, I'll kill you."
And in a way, as expected, or a template-like dialogue reached my ear.
I understood in an instant what happened to the boulder. Maybe it's because I kept thinking about my father before I went to bed.
Maybe it's the way I'm being held hostage.
Cecil, from what I've heard from you, the rebels seem to be at a disadvantage. Though it is the top of the Magic House that is fanning a lot, there are not many people who join the rebellion. Naturally, because people who are not dissatisfied with the status quo don't get on with that kind of plan.
From my point of view, as much as His Majesty is not strange to be called King Xian, the policy is decent and there is no room for reform. The human treatment of castle service is also good. I'm thinking about civilians and I'm launching a policy.
We do not break our friendly attitude to other countries, nor do we have countries that are too tabular or hostile. It's a really peaceful country.
Disgusted with His Majesty like that are the highly discriminationist among the privileged class, the nobles, or those who want to wage war and single out or profit from their resources. You win, you get everything, and the economy turns. Though my own country will consume it for that matter.
Honestly, if you want to go to war, I feel like you should do it alone.
I close my lips because it's not a good idea to make a scene here, and the man who came to kidnap me will tie my wrist without changing my expression. Well, if the knife was around my neck, I'd have trouble resisting. Because I can't heal myself a little too when I get my carotid artery cut.
... and looking up at a man, a face I had seen somewhere....... here you go, and a poppy spine at once.
It's like a bandana and I hide my mouth, but a face I saw before and never wanted to see again. My lips, which were supposed to be hidden, looked like a stingy, sticky grin.
"Long time no see, Miss Lisbeth"
"... you were part of the rebellion, too"
The Count Ementhal Son I once defeated loosened his eyes to my words. Though I don't give the answer, that's the look I can only accept for affirmation.
Indeed, he has only one reason to join the rebels. Because his house is about to collapse after a duel with me.
There is also the reason for the duel, but the Earl of Ementhal himself was rough on gold in the first place.
Scandal outbreaks, such as the loss of traces to young girls in the duel and the adhesion with the organization of the kidnapping, began to follow the path of collapse. I can say I deserve more than half of it, but I can't help but tell this guy that. It will go backwards.
"How did you sneak into my room? There must have been security."
"I have company outside, and security was weak."
My father went to contain the rebellion, and I guess he took an armed patrol soldier. Because those people can do magic, and they're very good people who can do swords.
But that's what made me angry.
"... I'm sorry, but you'll be held hostage. If you don't resist, I won't take it to my life, well... I'll take something else."
The chills are terrible. Shit, it's disgusting. I can imagine what I'm going to do, so I feel extra sick.
I'm a hostage, but I don't need you to keep me clean and safe. Even if you are not satisfied with the five bodies, the polar theory is a good translation. But what this guy gets is not limbs or anything like that.
To me the place being touched is disgusting and trembling, the Count Son lowers the bandana of his mouth to crawl his tongue down my neck muscle. The sticky liquid, the overheated exhalation, the tongue rubbing against the skin, is very, very disgusting.
Physiologically, no. The most disgusting discomfort, rather than dislike or anything half-baked, glances at the skin. If you don't have a knife in one hand, I'll freeze you with thoughtless witchcraft, but if you resist, you can't do anything because it's dangerous.
Shit, it's disgusting. Help me, Father, Jill.
"... is, after all, just a girl without magic"
Do you have it in your roots, or are you just obsessed with me? Probably both of them.
The Earl's son, with a satisfying grin at me rocking his body into small pieces, mounds me and puts his legs on an open window.
The room will be upstairs, high enough to jump off if relieved by wind magic. Looks like you broke in from here when you came, because you two are standing outside in the dark.
Now the knife is not on the neck, if you want to resist, now will be the only time.
"... oh, don't resist. I don't care what happens to your brother."
"Nah,"
"I'll take you first, see"
Those lost in the darkness were responsible for toddlers with burning red hair, if you look closely.
... just me, not even Ruby. Indeed, as a hostage to my father, it would be more effective than this.
"... to Ruby, don't do anything..."
"I'll think about it if you keep me company."
The Earl Son says as he strokes my glutes with a mixed grin of nitanita, superiority and conquest. He's a nasty man, but I must not resist. If I turn away, Ruby will.
"Dear Liz!
"Whoa, you've got a nasty smell."
You will hear a voice you are used to hearing in my ear that will close your eyes firmly. Even though he was an unhidden voice in a hurry like a stuffed feather, he was about to tear up something just to hear.
Left tied and in charge, he twisted his body as far as he could and looked back, and Jill, barefoot of breath, stood at the entrance and exit to stare at the earl's son. The clothes are still dressed at night, but the end is cut or burnt. Jill must have been attacked with a foothold, too, because of his rough breath.
"Let go of Master Liz."
"That's not going to happen. Whoa, if you're gonna hit me with magic, I'll use her as a shield. Or should I?
Count's son sticks a knife to his neck, holding it in one hand. Jill's expression was frozen. Only the eyes are sharply narrowed and radiant in their intent to kill.
"You have a brother outside. You know what happens when you serve it here?
... cowardly, in his mouth, groans.
With that said, Jill will never be able to help. He hates hurting me. He tries to avoid it if my life is in danger.
Oh, look, I'm biting my lips so hard that I'm about to bleed, staring at the Count's son with hateful eyes. I know there's nothing I can do, so Jill's not too bad.
"... Now, if you know what happens when you hand it over, I'll let you go. I'll take your precious princess."
The tone is what I take for granted, but the licence is a lowly grin.
Jill's face was faceless. Something through anger, such a face. Without the hostages, Jill could tear this guy apart. Black emotions came from the ring I forgot to remove before I went to bed.
You're convinced you can't get your hands on yourself, Count. The son hoists the edge of his mouth and squeals his nose. Then you jumped out the window with me in your arms.
Personally inaccurate wind sorcery, but he was fine about upstairs, and the Count Son lands a little out of shape, but he rushes over to your buddy.
Your buddy, he's asleep...... no, he was in charge of Ruby that made you lose your mind. A slightly inward, angry, pregnant magic rolls, but desperately suppresses it.... Now, not yet. We need to take a look at the winning chance.
'... Jill, because I'm waiting. Me too, good luck'
Having put my thoughts on the ring, I was drawn into the darkness.