BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 44's

“What's up, Uncle?” jose asked astonished when he saw that Rolan slightly changed his sitting position to be slightly tilted.

Rolan turned his head, gave a cheerful smile and asked, “Why is your window closed? Is it not hot?”

“I can't take a nap if it's too bright.” Jose sat down across from Rolan. His eyes looked more carefully. “Evennight exhausting. Is Uncle not sleepy? We all don't get to sleep, do we? I just laid back and almost had a dream when Uncle came.”

“Oh.” Rolan nodded slowly. His hand moved nimbly tapping the cushion of the sofa like he was playing the piano. “Oh, did you sleep without changing clothes?”

The tone of voice was still friendly and sounded like it was teasing, but Jose knew that his uncle was conducting an interrogation. He swallowed. His heart was racing at the thought of the leather-bound book he had just hidden behind the cushion of the sofa behind him.

“I think Uncle has started to infect Uncle Marco, fussing about pajamas all.” Jose felt a buzz of suspicion from his uncle, but he sure could anticipate it. “What would Uncle talk about? Solved ... in the park?”

Rolan rolled his eyeballs. “Yaa, Marco said you've been informed of Higgins.”'s condition He cleared his throat slowly before continuing, “As well as 'other' conditions'. I just want to make sure you don't leak this out. It is still in the process of investigation and should not be known by the general public.”

“I know about it.” Jose grunting. Both of his hands gripped his knees even stronger. He raised his face, looking straight at Rolan right at his bead. “I won't pretend, Uncle. Uncle told me to come again when I managed to gain knowledge on my own terms. I've got it. Frankly, I heard the name you guys were talking about back in the park. The new guy's name.”

Rolan hissed quickly, his eyes bulging in annoyance. “You know? Secrets are called secrets because they should not be said out loud!”

“Hah? Whahuh? I didn't even mention anyone's name!” Jose laughs. “Tell me, Uncle. What does all this have to do with Maria?”

“Why with Garnet?”

“Do not circle.” Jose took a breath. “Uncle suddenly invited him to come when I knew I heard what you were talking about. What does Maria have to do with all this?”

Rolan. “I just miss him. Why should you be suspicious like that? We haven't seen each other in a long time, have we?”

“No, I can see there's something strange about the way you guys stare.” Jose insists.

“Indeed how do I stare? Not ordinary, huh? If Marco, he always looks at others with disgusted eyes.”

Jose blinked, realizing that the evidence had a point. “Then, what is it about Sir .. I mean, about that person. What does this have to do with all this? I heard the words that he was dangerous. And that Uncle ... Uncle also smelled a rancid smell from him.”

The last sentence was spoken by Jose. But the room was silent, Rolan could hear it clearly.

“Also?” He furrowed both of his brows inwards, giving Jose a demanding glare. “You said too? I heard you met him, right? How's your impression?”

“Lho, why was it Uncle who asked?” Jose glared in annoyance.

“Ya.” Jose gulped. His back suddenly bristled and he felt like looking back to make sure no one was standing behind the sofa he was sitting on. “Yes, and the smell of roses is very strong. Nasty.”

Rolan rubbed his own nose, then laughed bitterly. “You can smell that scent. That's enough. Wherever you kiss her, whenever it is, stay away. Go awayl. Run as fast as you can.”

Jose blinked his eyes in surprise. This was the first time he had seen Rolan's face stiffen in such a serious manner. He could not even hear the sound of Rolan breathing, as if his uncle was breathing not with his nose or mouth but with pores all over his body.

“Why?” finally only the whisper came out of Jose's lips.

Instead of giving an explanation, Rolan just shook his head slowly while getting up from the sofa. “I won't explain more. You have the talent and talent to escape danger. Anyway, that's reliable. Better not to know and be protected than to know but wretched.”

Rolan's last sentence reminded Jose of what Marco had said to him. Letting others live in ignorance.

“No, I prefer to stay in the know and be able to protect myself.” Jose stood up. His eyes defied the gaze of Rolan. “Tell me what's going on. What is the city facing.”

“You're shaking,” comments Rolan while glancing at Jose's feet. “And your voice is also stammered.”

Both cheeks Jose suddenly blushed.

“You're scared,” says Rolan again. “We've only talked about it together, but your reaction is like this.”

“If I knew what was happening, I could definitely control my emotions and deal with it,” Jose was quick, still not willing to lose.

Rolan let out a short laugh, revealing a bitter expression as he said, “You don't yet know how much it is to be someone who knows a secret, Jose. I'd rather you don't know it, for your own safety.”

He reached his hand up, patted Jose's left cheek gently twice, then ruffled the young man's black hair. “Seefer Sir William. Stay away from the smell of the bloody rose. Follow my advice, and wait until Marco completes his investigation.”

“I'm not a child,”

“I know,” Rolan raised his hand, cutting out Jose's sentence sprightly. “You're an adult, of course, I can see it. But sometimes there are things that can not be overcome just by applying for a nominal age.”

In the memory of Rolan again imagined the horror as well as the enthusiasm that arises when seeing a corpse that only lives bones and skin.

The policemen working under Marco could not help but vomit at the sight of the bodies being delivered to him. Linda and Anna, two ladies-in-waiting who had seen the owner laugh outside the room, are still unconscious from the trauma. Both of them were crying and crying. Rolan would not bear to see his nephew suffer the same fate.

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