
"It must have been the perfume of the woman. Looks like the smell is stuck in my jacket. Hachi!" Julius sneezes again as soon as he smells his own jacket. "Oh, jeez. It's this smell that makes me sneeze. That woman must have put some medicine in her perfume to the point of making me sneeze and Julia vomit like this."
Julius took off his jacket and threw it as far away as possible, free-falling down the abyss below.
"Julia, try eating this."
Marjorie gives Julia a small round, brown pill. Without feeling the slightest suspicion that Marjorie could have given him a strange drug or worse is a poison (we know the poison will not affect the Flors family) Julia without hesitation swallow that pill.
"Hey, this is pretty good."
"How are you feeling?"
"Good slut."
"Thank God."
"What did you give him?" ask Julius who's been standing behind Marjorie.
"Don't worry. It's just a multi-purpose pill that I carry with me everywhere. Its function can be for pain relief, dizziness, nausea and vomiting and can also stop bleeding in external wounds. Just puree the pill into powder and sprinkle it on the wound" Marjorie explained without glancing at Julius.
"Practice once," said Nisa.
"That's right. Can I have one?" julius.
"Can."
Marjorie took out another pill from the small town of drug storage and handed it to Julius. But he immediately looked at the appearance of Julius who was just wearing a plain white shirt, jeans and white shoes. A simple appearance but somehow could be so charming in Marjorie's eyes.
"Thank you" said Julius, awakening Marjorie from her daydream.
"I, yes. Equally," Marjorie quickly multiplied her gaze from Julius. "Aah! happened again. This really embarrassed me. How could I be fascinated by him? No. gabe. Aware Marjorie!" grumble at yourself.
"I don't really need to worry that we might be poisoned, but there are some common types of drugs that sometimes have no effect on me and Julia. The medicine from Marjorie is quite unique. It could make Julia recover quickly. Looks like I'll have to send this medicine to my mom for a check-up" Julius swiped the medicine in his handkerchief. "If you're doing better, Julia, we'd better get back to school. Marjorie, you can take that car, right?"
"Yes. I can."
"good. Then you and Nisa go home in that car. Julia and I are going to use this car" Julius pulled his sister's hand toward his car.
"Why do I have to have a car with you? I'm fine" Julia refused because she wanted to go home with her friends.
"Sutt's... There's something I want to talk to you about, it's about Marjorie" Julius whispered so Julia would like a car with him.
"Marajorie?"
Hearing that inevitably Julia agreed one car with her brother. Before getting into the car, Julia had a glance back. Marjorie and Nisa step into the car. Julius precedes the car that Marjorie drives and then his car accompanies them from behind.
"I should have said this from the very beginning you knew Marjorie," Julius said.
"What's wrong with Marjorie? Doesn't he like me being close to him?" julia asked confused.
"I don't forbid you from getting close to Marjorie but I ask that you be more careful with your words and never reveal your identity to her" Julius warned sternly.
"But why? He's a good person and doesn't brother like him?"
"Don't switch the conversation! Listen to me, you're so sloppy."
"Hey, I don't accept humiliation here!"
"Whatever. For sure you have to obey all my words because I don't want Lady Blue to know who we really are."
"You're a fool. I told you that Arlo's family is working with Lady Blue, and Marjorie is Yusra's personal bodyguard."
Before Julius resolves his situation on his sister, Julia instead hits Julius repeatedly with his regret. It makes the car that Julius drove and with great difficulty Julius controls the steering wheel of the car so as not to hit other vehicles on the sidelines he protects himself from the blows of his own sister
"Ouch! Stop it Julia! Aw! We could hit tofu!"
"Who told you to tell me?!! Just watch out if you dare again, I will really beat you up!" threaten Julia firmly.
"Well... You're this, '" Julius glanced at Julia who was still pouting. Just a little while ago, I refocused on the highway.
"Oh, yes, brother. About Marjorie earlier, can you repeat brother?" julia said carefully.
A sharp glance instantly led to Julia. "AH! This is what I meant you were stupid! You didn't listen to what I said!" snapped Julius. This time he was upset about Julia.
"Sorry! I don't not hear but I don't understand. Marjorie is a private servant of Yusra. Even if he knows about Lady Blue, it doesn't mean he's our enemy."
"You don't know who he really is."
"What exactly?"
"Remember the rumor about the Death Knell?"
"Death knell's? Um..." Julia tried to remember the name. "No."
Julius understood Julia's slightly disturbed memory. "Death Knell is a hit girl who always comes with a bell before she kills her enemies. His ability was to kill meleely by relying on sharp weapons, directly attacking the vita point and leaving without dying the slightest trace."
"Oh... That's why he's called the Death Knell. I know a lot of it too."
"I heard all that from you. Ever since the appearance of Death Knell, you've been the one who's been the most excited to tell her and dreamt of meeting her in person."
"really? Why don't I remember it at all?" Julia scratched her head that was not itching.
"It seems like your memory is getting distracted. If it goes on like this, you can forget everything."
"Stop that. Why did you suddenly tell me about Death Knell? Don't tell me Marjorie's the girl behind the nickname."
"That's right. Marjorie is a Death Knell, but no one knows about it including the Arlo family. I suspect he works under Lady Blue. Just that I don't know why Lady Blue put a person as great as the Death Knell to pretend to be the bodyguard of a useless person like Yusra? What's he planning?"
"If it's true that Marjorie is Lady Blue's accomplice, it means her... Our enemy," said Julia softly in a sad tone.
"No! Even if he's working with Lady Blue, that doesn't mean he's our enemy. He simply executes orders from his boss without knowing what his purpose is. He knows nothing about all this. He's just a tool used to accomplish someone's goals."
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