BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 115's

"Keep this aside first," Jose deflected the topic. "It just so happened that Dad called, I was already intending to face."

Edgar glanced at Rolan, understanding that the possibility of what he wanted to discuss was the mystery at Bjork. He nodded slowly. "This has something to do with the undead you just faced? You want your room guarded by a waiter? I remember Marco suggesting it was the first time you saw a black ghost."

Jose shakes. "Krip will stay here. In the waiter's room. Danger for him. His son and wife have been evacuated out of town, but he wants to stay here to help me."

"Help you?"

"Help to find Uncle Marco," Jose said.

Edgar looked into Jose's black eyes deeply. His eyebrows pucker up inside. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like Jose being involved in dark things that Marco takes care of. But he knew he couldn't prevent it. The wheel of fate has already rolled in that direction. "I see you've made a decision" he said coldly. "Even without communication with me as the Head of the Family?"

"I need it, Dad. He'll help me a lot."

"And how can you help?"

Jose glanced at Rolan for help, but before he could, Edgar had cut, "Jose, if you can't answer yourself, how are you going to lead the people who follow you?"

The question sounded sharp and frozen, Jose was embarrassed.

"I need Jose," Rolan raised his voice, looking back at the two people in the room seriously. His current appearance was a mess. Her brown hair was disheveled, her clothes were tangled, and there was a black shadow under her eyes, but her brown eyeballs were shining clear. Rolan took off the casual mask he always wore and took it seriously, making him at first glance look like everyone else. "Living life and ghosts sniff, they are nothing compared to the problems we face today: Marco is gone. If he doesn't come home, I'll have a hard time. You're gonna have a hard time, Edgar. We're all gonna have a hard time. I'm not messing around, you see for yourself how the workers are getting restless. We managed to calm him down with the false promise that Marco would sooner or later return from his private investigation. But we know for ourselves what will happen if he doesn't come back soon. All the chains he built in Bjork will be broken. You won't be able to bear the burden Marco left behind and take care of his syndicate."

Edgar stared at the old Rolan, settling down every word the doctor said. He knew that his brother took care of many dark things, but all this time he did not know too deeply. It was Marco's business, he had no intention of interfering. Even so, in his ignorance, he was aware that losing Marco would bring a severe blow to his family. Their status could even turn into ink on paper without Marco as a pillar.

"You might not believe it, because I didn't believe it at first either," continued Rolan calmly, "but Jose can take care of everything. In this house, in your manor, the head of the family is still you, Edgar. But what can help me move Marco's people right now is Jose. If you don't give him the freedom he needs, let me get Jose out of here. I need it."

Edgar squinted his eyes. "No one can take my son anywhere without my permission."

"He's an adult. Even without your permission, I can take him away as long as he himself gives permission," Rolan said. "I don't have time to play with Argent-style manners and etiquette. All I know is that we may be in danger, and every second is precious. Therefore please—" Rolan took a deep breath. "Please cooperate with you."

Jose looked at his uncle in surprise. This was the first time he knew that he was so dependable, and it made him feel happy. "I'm not going to do anything that bothers you" he explained slowly, realizing that he was wrong for being so pretentious from the start. His father did not like to see such an arrogant attitude. "I can't explain everything right yet, but when this is all over, I will definitely explain it. I just want you to understand the things I'm going to do in the next few days."

Edgar did not answer. Face's tangled. "Get out" he said at last. "If there's nothing else you want to say, go all out!"

Jose and Rolan looked at each other. Although not satisfied, but both of them came out of the room obediently.

Jose shook his head slowly. "It's not Uncle's fault. Dad didn't forbid Krip from staying here, that means it's up to me. I'll have Margie prepare a room for him like the original plan. And like the original plan too, I want to sleep. I need to sleep."

Rolan nodded. "I'll watch you."

"I think Uncle needs to sleep too."

"In this situation? How can!" sergeant Rolan. "I'll sleep well when it's over. After all, you brought the medallion, right? Multiple attacks ... supernatural ... It still seems strange to call that, but well, several times supernatural attacks came when I discussed the necklace, I suspect when you sleep there will be something. Just in case, I'll call Gerald and Hans. And you can't refuse."

Jose is too tired to argue. He agreed that there were a lot of people around him that would make him feel safer. The events in the Steep Cliff still always loomed in his mind, he felt as if he could still smell the stench of Gladys.

***

Maria closed her eyes. He heard a commotion. It felt as if the voices were coming from a very distant place, someone was calling his name. That's Susan's voice. Mary wanted to answer, but she was lazy to move her mouth. His eyes feel sticky. Tongue's cow. He feels comfortable sleeping like this.

Why didn't he realize that naps were so fun? Even as a child he needed to be chased and forced to sleep. Though sleep turned out to be as comfortable and fun as this. Mary breathed quietly and regularly.

The sound was getting louder. He heard his mother's voice. The woman's voice can always be recognized wherever she is.

"Why is the room so dark? Open curtains!"

"Miss, Miss asked. The sun makes his eyes hurt."

"Then open that curtain over there! This room is too dark and stuffy, no air coming in. Marry is sick!"

"Miss says she'll be healthy again tonight."

"She's a doctor? Susan, I know Marry treated you like a brother. But know your limits, and don't argue!"

Susan apologized, then roared to do as she was told.

Maria felt uncomfortable hearing it, also angry. Why did his mother tell him to open the curtains? He wants his room dark. He likes his room dark. He wants to sleep.

The sound of curtains being dragged open. The sun is moving in. Mary opened her eyes immediately, then screamed.