LUCEM
XLVII Chapter

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I reached out to the spot where Superman was and grabbed him. As I pulled the rat out, the stick came off and the closet locked the distance with the floor. Moonflower squeezed her hair in frustration, while Maria gave a hug on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" my many.

"Yes, sir, all I can say is it's really a good thing rats don't wear underwear ... Thank you, sir," said Superman.

"Call me by my name only" I replied.

"Ready, Sir, Mars!" The young mouse clasped his legs and stood firm. His breath still sounds tight.

He was quite full for a young mouse size, but when his feet danced, he could float on the floor like a balloon. I saw the rat dance once today, and was quite amused.

I heard footsteps. Moonflower, with her arms folded and a thunderstorm-like expression, looked at Superman, then Marbella on her right side, as well as Maria who seemed concerned, the three of them approached the debris on the floor.

"Er.. I'm sorry about this mess" said Superman.

Moonflower ignored him.

"OK," he said after a moment of silence, as if he had thought deeply. "It's so messy, my collection of thousands of years was spent just like that, I think. The rat, he.... Superman, I hope he's the only one in the hole. I lost a lot of valuable things because of it. Tell me that he has been overcome," Moonflower stared gloomyly at the messy floor.

"Ah, yes... Earlier, I apologized, Moon. The mess from this closet was beyond my expectations. I hope I can replace it with something, later.

But thanks to that these mice are clean for now and protection has been improved, stay alert" Marbella said.

I nodded along with the others.

Superman looked at Marbella in wonder, then felt his own face and then his body. The bottom of his chin still feels very painful, maybe bruising or cuts there. Something happened to him, or them. Superman tried to find the answer.

"Thank you, Miss Marbella, whatever it is" said Superman.

Jiso steps closer to Superman, saying a few words to him. The young rat nodded and then followed Jiso towards another room.

"Will he be all right" I asked Marbella.

"Yes, I guess. But Owanna's probably trying to get it back," Marbella tilted her head.

"You understand, Mars?" Marbella asked me in probing.

"About what?" I let go of the question.

Marbella opened her mouth but said nothing. He breathed and then passed me.

"What about you guys?" I asked Moonflower and Maria.

"Eh.. That's—I don't think we're all keeping anything secret anymore, you can say what you know or think, I think," Maria rubbed her left ear.

Moonflower only smiled obliquely, walking over to me. "You must be good at taking care of yourself."

Moonflower walked away followed by Maria.

Do I have to clean up this mess, alone? Isn't cooperation good?

*******

Always thirsty and never satisfied.

The Grimo King heaved his breath heavily.

"That means I have to be stronger" he said.

"How was your day, Your Majesty?" Rong greeted, walking closer to the Grimo King who was standing in the hallway and was monologuing.

"Oh, you. Um... Mr. Counselor, do you know what good means for evil?" Asked the Grimo king by looking closely at Rong's face.

Rong held back his steps. "The good is for heaven and the evils will be the fillers of hell, Your Majesty. That's what I know." Then slowly bow respectfully.

"I'll make hell chock with this stomach," the Grimo King chuckled lightly by touching his slightly distended stomach.

"No, Your Grace. Heaven wants you," Rong said in a shady voice.

"No! Mr. Counselor.I don't want heaven, no one is my friend there," said the King Grimo, stalking Rong with sharp eyes. "What am I going there for?"

Rong's esophagus felt dry suddenly, he had to swallow his saliva several times. Then he remembered something that he later thought could save him from the complicated talk.

"Oh, I almost forgot... Your Majesty, there is a meeting you need to attend, would you like to come?" Rong thrust a piece of paper at the King Grimo.

" Now everything seems to have returned, the economy is running, banks are opening up, the streets are safe, there are no extraordinary events out there. And... You've come back, I'm not going anywhere" the Grimo King said.

"Well, Your Majesty," Rong krmbali bowed respectfully. Just jumping into another complicated conversation.

"What just now wasn't the only good development you could hear today, Rong," the Grimoire stared deep into the room below.

"Oh, it's an honor to hear any good news from you, Your Majesty," Rong repeated, this time bowing with his hands on his chest. Little hope that this was a really good thing for him.

"I seemed to have realized who was so evil in this kingdom, the pleasure of tricking, deceit. Together towards hell, with them," the Grimo King burst out.

Rong squeezed the paper in his hand. That not all hope will be fulfilled, it is not a myth.

Notching after a long conversation that was exhausting his soul Rong stepped quickly back into his room. The space where he works as well as his current residence.

"You fell for an old-fashioned crime trick in the book, baby, '" Tunic sat in circles on a chair.

"I asked for a break" said Rong.

"Should I have prepared the iron box of failure?" asked Tunik while standing from his chair.

"What do you want?" Rong lowered his voice.

"You don't make sense. I want whatever I've wanted all along, and you know exactly what it is," Tunik stepped slowly around the pecking Rong, his springy fingers playing on Rong's shoulders.

"That rock isn't melting yet, it's strange, '" Rong smiled.

"OK, okay, okay, okay, ooooke ...a choice! What kind of service do you want at your break this time, Mr Counselor?" Tunic pushed Rong's body, sitting her in a chair.

Rong shrugged both of his shoulders. "The best service you can give, give it!"

Somebody

Go to bed

under the tree

and dreaming....