Hellbents
Chapter 194: Another One Bite The Dust
What sucks about paranoia is that it never really goes away.
Ava's night passed slowly. In addition to the forehead that occasionally folded irritably and the heart pounding anxiously, only silence accompanied the girl.
Morning is approaching.
Unfortunately, the dew and fog of dawn only aggravated Ava's gray mind. Especially the news he received at breakfast.
***
Dion, Ava just learned the name of a teenager who was too enthusiastic about discussing the murder yesterday, standing tensely beside her friend who was crying sobbing. Others look at them awkwardly, not forgetting also the cautious gaze that raises tension in the room.
Cecil, the teenage daughter of Dion's friend, finds his best friend covered in blood lying stiff on the bedroom bed.
A lethal puncture in the chest.
The same as the cause of the king they were investigating.
That's when everyone realized, the king's death wasn't the only case they had to solve.
And maybe ... the casualties won't stop before they complete the mission.
It's not that Ava didn't expect this to happen. The girl is used to putting together various life scenarios that inevitably lead her into a hellhole sooner or later when a bad event happens. Because he was born anxious, and the alarm of danger in the corner of his brain every year more and more often.
"You know who killed your friend!" As if the grumpy grandfather did not smell the thick smell of sorrow in the air, his sentence weighed on the atmosphere that from the beginning was already thick with depression. Moreover, his accusatory tone had even clouded over their heads.
"A-a-i ...." Cecil was unable to finish his answer, cut off by the roar that made the surroundings frown, his sobbing grew firmer and heartbreaking.
On the other hand, Dion was very offended and ready to hit the grandfather if only he was not preoccupied with Cecil who was still shaken. "We don't know yet" he said, bitter and hot.
After a brief meeting accompanied by awkward sympathy, no one rejected Ava's suggestion to look for clues, efforts previously only occupied by two or three people is now a joint effort.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
His feet quickly reached Ava. "Eve," Ellijah called out, there was a rush in her voice.
Ava turned around after stopping to step. "Did you find any clues, Elli?"
Two seconds of hesitation was enough to explain. Ellijah just wanted to stick to him, as he already did. But Ava wanted to be alone, isolating herself so that the roar of hot lava in her chest cooled faster, so that the tremors at her fingertips were reduced. Before he again did something impulsive that he would regret for years to come.
"It would be better if we split up in search of clues." Without giving Ellijah a chance to retaliate, Ava already wanted to leave, but a large palm held her upper arm. "You'll get me company, let's be safer."
"I'll be fine even if I'm alone."
"No, we still don't know who the traitor is. And I don't believe in strangers at all, let alone the woman who always cornered you." Asmo. Ava hates the devil too.
The girl pulled away from Ellijah, fully aware of the stares of the servants who were stealing glances at them. Ava smoothed an imaginary tangle on the sleeve of her dress, whispering softly so that only the man in front of her could hear. "You remember our mission? Reach the "end of story". That is, we as players are characters who play a role in the story. And as the empress whose husband just died, I don't think it's appropriate for us to be seen alone." Ava deliberately ignored Ellijah's stiffened jaw as she said the sentence.
Oh-h
He just realized. "By the way, what role did you get?" Ellijah hasn't told him.
"No way."
Ava responds a second slower, "What?"
"I don't want to tell you!"
The drap! The drap! The drap!
Before he could digest what had happened, Ellijah had disappeared behind the palace hallway.
... Did Ellijah just argue with him?