Since The Fall Of Maglindo
Chapter 05 part IX: The Key to the Past

Indeed, now he was already not crying like before, but he should have been able to fight back with a proud face. After all, his mouth was sharp enough that he actually did not need a fight. Besides, his brother doesn't look like a man who's good at fighting, plus I'm sure he's just a hotshot.

It's just the good part, Grizelle does not directly obey her brother's words. So as now, the man became upset, and was forced to open his own backpack belonging to Grizelle.

But of course Grizelle had no intention of letting it be that easy, she held her brother's hand even in vain while saying “Don't, Brother” occasionally.

“This is a lot! You're stingy as a sister.”

All I saw in this man's hand was that he was holding some pieces of money that were likely to be worth more than the pocket money of most students.

“Do not, Brother, the debt must be paid in a few days, otherwise—“

“Ah, quiet!”

The man just left with his joyful-looking face, though in a hurry.

I didn't do anything else, there's no role left. While if you choose to act as a hero, only a joke can make anyone laugh. But still I was also upset, however Grizelle was her own sister, even so much. Indeed, I don't know the reason behind the cause of him to such an extent, it's just that somehow I remain annoyed.

Now Grizelle has tried to calm herself down. She looked at me for a while then confirmed something in her bag, perhaps the amount of money her brother took.

From that, I began to realize that now was the right moment to return to hand over the 10,000 money that should have been his.

“You okay, Grizelle?”

“Iya. Thank you for not interfering.”

Just for a little while, and now he's back to learning. Now it seemed like he had returned to his normal self.

Feeling it was time, I took the money in my pocket. With just a little walk, I put the money on his desk, some books got in the way a little bit so I chose on an empty surface.

Then with a slight smile, and Grizelle who looked at me with a sharp look as if saying “Why are you returning it again?!”, I sat back quietly after thinking of some sentences I could use so that Grizelle would not reject her.

“What does this mean?”

“Money, for you, and indeed yours, should be.”

“Take again, I don't need it.”

Unlike the man earlier, he can be upset if to someone else, which is me. Though he should have used it before, it would have really made him win.

Then because I was just silent, he ended up taking the money in front of him himself and walked towards me. All I did was sit around waiting for him to reach out his hand. And when that happened, I immediately held onto his lower arm, so the money he was holding slipped off.

Therefore, he sighed, as if surprised that his body was stiff for a while. And for some reason, his facial expression had now become torn between submission and emptiness, as if he had lost control of his body so as to make him unable to think clearly, or even could not think of anything.

I quickly pulled the shirt on her hand. From the wrist to more than half the size to reach the elbow, there is a long, straight scar with unique lines that cut so as to form a motif, as well as a wound.

Looks like my guess is right.

Of course it's a strange thing. It's impossible if I assume that this is what Grizelle did, I don't think she likes to sort of tattoo her own skin, and there are other realities that are more cruel than that, so I want to uncover them. After all nothing with its shape, as if what was in front of me was not something that was not made intentionally. But I also don't think that the culprit is his own brother, the man looks timid, and it's actually impossible to base him on another aspect where he chose to sacrifice his sister.

“You know, sometimes hiding something is not an option.”

As she looked back at Grizelle's face, she had already become her normal self even though her eyes looked teary.

Because of what I did, the other hand held my hand that was gripping his arm, saying “Leave” occasionally. At the same time, there were some tears coming out of him. However, it still did not make me let go of my grasp. This kind of thing makes me look like a mean person, it's just that there's something I want to know here.

Not mean to be evil, instead I want to uncover something too evil to be classed into evil. Either way, this was too severe just to play around. I think, in this day and age, it is impossible to do what is called this kind of crime, and it turns out that the world is wider than I thought.

“Please, release!”

“... Whoever did this to you, I can guarantee to punish him as severely as possible. So tell me, who did it, and don't tell me this has anything to do with that fucking cult.”

Despite making it clear, Grizelle still tried her best to let me take her hand off. Begging and pleading while shedding tears, it made me unable to bear as he was also the type of person who was firm on the stand, so I ended up choosing to also stand up. His hand still I did not let go, considering that he could have chosen to run.

When Grizelle could no longer retreat from the table, she even tried to evade me by sitting on it. While both of his legs could not follow so it seemed to circle my waist, the cause was of course because I was holding him back.

What I wonder is, why doesn't he just tell me the truth. It hurts to be sacrificed, I think the case is similar to some cases that happened once. It's just that if I think of everything, it's impossible that he'll tell me what's really going on if I don't push harder.

At least for now I have a rough idea of the truth hidden. At the beginning I only suspected that the wound was something ordinary, but now it is not. If I don't forget to bring a cell phone, then I'll call someone who's supposed to handle it.

And this, it's harder to deal with than I thought. Now that Grizelle was crying like that, instead I thought this one was worse because she never gave up on letting go of me. Even so, his face as much as possible so that we do not look.

“Do not reject it, Grizelle.”

My right hand held onto her collar, pulling her closer to me so I could feel her disordered breathing.

Slowly my right hand began to get wet from coming into contact with her tears. While my left hand could only feel the tenderness of its sliced flesh, it was powerless since earlier because of the male strength I had.

“What do you want to do to me?”

Although it was not an answer, he ended up saying something other than a plea, but still he turned his face away. Therefore, by force, my right hand removed the collar and then slid on his cheek. And as in other parts, the strength of a man he can not fight, so in the end I forced his face to face.

But now he closed his eyes, as if rejecting the reality in front of him. Regardless, I could only be astonished by the gentleness that my senses could feel through his cheeks. Seeing him in this state, being able to make any man unable to endure it, he seemed to say that he would accept everything. Plus, she was really warm, I could feel it from some parts of her body that came into contact with me. And sometimes while trying to escape, she accidentally locked my waist with both legs. Lucky I had a chain in the past that bound me, so for something like this at least it was within the limits of what could be withheld.

“This question is my answer. Who did it?”

“... Please, let me go..”.

What the fuck?! Just answer it. I also have no intention of doing this kind of thing, only fate requires me.

As I slowly began to get carried away with my emotions, there were things I did not want to think about but instead appeared. Inevitably, I had to use a rougher way—no, I mean a way that could have made it sad like this.

With a plan in mind, I took off his hand, he quickly hid it behind. And so did his cheek, and I let go. However, it does not stop just like that, this time I hold both thighs, passing through her black skirt which is under the stocking of the same color. Now all I felt was tenderness and Grizelle had a loud sigh at that moment. Not falling there alone, I had forced his legs that had been dangling to the floor to circle my waist again. What I did was like someone who was going to do something.

“If you don't shut up and answer my questions, then I'll rape you.”

In reality, I could not dare to do it. Even though my lower body was coming into contact with hers where it was just being blocked by clothes, it was impossible for such a thing to happen.

As proof of my previous words for him to believe, I pulled his thigh so forced to make him lie down on the table. From here it appears that************* which is similar to that of a small child, but I should as much as possible not fall there. What I did made his expression become completely frightened now, only that he was no longer rebellious.

“So how, are you going to obey me?”

Along with this question, I was playing around with his body so that it was as if I was really going to do it now, certainly as much as possible not on the dangerous side. And the result—

“Iya .. please ... not again.”

With these words, I released myself from his body. When she tried to stand up and I helped her a little, she started crying all over while sitting on the table.

It's just that suddenly fate became too annoying for me, because someone loudly opened the door so that the sound created reached my ears. The guy is Sherly, I didn't expect him at all. Because then, the plan will end and fail.

As I expected, he walked quickly towards me and threw a hard punch that made my head feel like it was going to be dislodged. It's just that I deliberately took it for granted.

But what makes me feel weird is that he came at a time that was too deliberate. I mean, it happens after everything's done. I had a feeling that from then on he was actually listening to all of our talk, just waiting for the right moment to appear.

“I will report you to the school, no, to the police on sexual harassment charges,” he said.

“Already since when did you come?”

“Wait outside, I'll take care of you after here finish.”

He's really creepy, I get goosebumps. But as he said, I finally walked outside and was now behind the door. Luckily there was no one around here, so I was able to take a quiet breath.

It's just that I can't figure out what's going on inside, more or less because if I want I can see it through the window. And for the record, Grizelle's cry only created a small sound, not even any at all, so I really couldn't hear what was going on inside.