Surrounded
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”I don't have any thing!”
"That can't be. That overprotective, big boob-ed, white-faced monster did not give you any safety gear or precaution measure? At least a hidden map to an impenetrable hideout would do."
I had a feeling he was hinting at something terrible, however, I glossed over it. It could be because of the approaching danger that inched closer every single second that caused my heart to shake so. It took me a while to arrange my fleeting thoughts and try to decipher **Alpha Order** what he mumbled.
" what did you say? I can swear I heard you mumble something bad about my mother.
While she did give me some precautionary gauges, even a fool can understand why I won't have it here."
"I don't comprehend, why wouldn't you have it on you? Isn't that what security artifacts are for? To have it on you. "
"Don't test me! won't I bathe, wear other accessories and be free and light at times? I needed a break okay?"
"f**k?" His stare gave me this 'it's so much like you look'. and he became contemplative for a moment.
"Let's try this then. we need to fully cooperate before my plan works. Is that clear?.
Seeing my affirmative nod, he got on his knees and drew circles and triangles around us, pausing for some seconds to appreciate his work as a 5-year-old.
" What are you doing, have you gone mad or senile?!!!" I scream in my lowest tone.
"Did someone ever tell you that you talk too much? just watch and see" Still onto his work, he replied without even a glance at me.
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"Done! Come here darling, I need you to do your part now."
"What do you want from me? Why are you looking at me as if am some sort of livestock you want to kill.?" I involuntarily took a step back. His eyes announced it plainly, whatever he wants from me wouldn't be good at all. So much for trusting him, His eyes had this look of a p*****t-y uncle arriving at the home of his widowed sister and her 20 year old daughter... Just them girls. Am never letting you have your way with me!
"Seen you!
Pretty Princess, and there's her not too-handsome gigolo, Just say your prayers."
Our worst fears came to pass as a shadow loomed over us.
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"Where are we?" training her neck, Clover raised a question to the shadowy darkness,
"Huh? I assumed you would know the answer to that, I've never been to the Castle before remember?"
"Right... Are we still in the castle?!"
As Clover mused over this, she recalled the scene from a moment ago, 2 minutes to be precise.
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"Ho-How did you find us?!"
"Even though it sounds weird to say this, I have to thank you, girl. Those shrill shouts and giggles of yours buzzed us over down from 10 meters away." Man number one said with a smile.
"Truly ridiculous. Why would you go that way to hide behind this walled terrace, only to end up screaming with that repulsive voice of yours, In the end, a Pampered Queen would always be a Pampered Queen". Man number 2 concurred.
From the looks of it, both Clover and Rudeus did make out 8 cloaked figures at various points surrounding them. It came as a surprise that they haven't already killed them with one forceful attack. Unless...
" What do you want?" Clover asked. In her was this confidence that — this was her domain, no harm could ever befall her... in the instance that it did there was always her mother to run to. 'wait, my mother is...'
Still putting off a brave front, she questioned "What do you want from me?"
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