MaruMA:Volume05:Chapter10
Chapter 10[edit]
The moon had risen much higher than when we had originally set foot in this estate.
Right now it was brightly lighting up the room from the center of the square window. With my immobile body and my immobile brain, I hazily imagined a Japanese flag with the aid of my useless brain. It was in black and white, though.
An old, iron door creaked and the feet of a woman approached. The reason she had no presence at all was because she was barefoot.
"Captain Crusoe," she said in a flirtatiously seductive voice. Her toenails, meticulously cared for, shone pink. Flynn's beauty was utterly flawless.
"I'm sorry."
I was spread eagled in the middle of the bed, so she sat down on the edge. Her hip-length platinum blond hair only curled at the tips. That part looked like the water's edge as it mixed with the moonlight.
"I'm sorry for locking you up in such a place, but you yourself are at fault in this situation. Sharing a drink with the head of the estate before meals is common courtesy. Despite that, your lips did not even touch the rim of your glass. And then that insolent man..."
When Flynn spoke of Maxine breaking the glass, a curious hatred lay in her voice.
"He really makes me angry... If he wasn't the lapdog of the king, I would never have let him enter the estate. He actually dared lay his blood-soaked hands on my darling servants..."
She doesn't mention that if she had given him his answer, that girl would have been saved much sooner. Does she not remember that?
"It's not that I hate you. I just needed to get my hands on you no matter what. I desperately need someone with Wincott blood. I want you to manipulate something with your blood. That 'key' to the stubborn and tenacious box that will bow to no one."
Manipulate a key? Me? As if an eternal benchwarming catcher had any sort of dexterity in his fingers. I'm so short-tempered I can't even solve ring puzzles and the only lock I can open is the one to my bicycle. And besides, she's mistaken. I'm not a member of Miss Julia's popular family that keeps popping up everywhere. If she'd taken off my sunglasses and looked at my face, she wouldn't have believed that nonsense.
Imagining her beautiful face twisting in bitter resentment as she realizes her mistake at a critical moment brightens my gloomy mood a bit.
Just a tiny millimeter, though.
"Here, drink this."
Since just speaking cost me a lot of effort, I threw Flynn a suspicious glare without even moving my head. She shook her head with a friendly smile.
"Don't worry, I haven't poisoned it. We need that blood to use the special substance your ancestors made. I’ve never thought of killing you from the very beginning. You are an important component of a powerful weapon. You're the only one who can manipulate the key."
She pressed the elegantly adorned glass to my lips at an angle and attempted to drizzle the alcoholic drink into my throat. When Flynn figured out that it wouldn't work with me lying down, she took a sip of the red wine herself gently bent over my face with her eyes closed.
Her soft lips touched mine.
"Rest, sleep well. Until we need your power."
The cold fingers that rested on my cheek lingered a bit before leaving and taking the heat from my skin with them.
The woman turned her back to the moonlight and left the room quietly. I heard the metallic noise of the lock and how she spoke with the guards. Then the master of the house disappeared for good.
I rolled myself frantically around in the bed and I finally fell onto the floor. I crawled to the window on my elbows and knees and watched my shadow looming on the floor.
The moon was pale, white and bright.
I wanted to be in a bright spot.
When offered food, I shouldn't just take it casually. The reason I had been able to forget that advice until today was because there had been someone to warn me. There had been someone looking out for me so that I wouldn't be deceived by someone with bad intentions.
But now there was nobody who could test the food for me.
Bracing myself, I forced my pointer finger down my throat and vomited the complete contents of my stomach. Tears naturally ran down my nose from the bitterness, pain, and frustration.
Did I do right, Günter? Am I okay now?
As if I had used the last bit of my energy, it became difficult to keep my eyes open.
Then as if being dragged into pitch black mud, fell into a deep sleep only because I wanted to.
So when morning breaks and the sun rises outside the window, I would wake up under my own power.
In my dreams, Günter and Conrad were doing well and only I stood alone in a faraway place.
A song was coming from the box in my hand, but when I held my breath and pricked my ears, it was only the cry of the wind.
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