《The Bored God Decides to Meddle》Chapter 9: I Was A Tool!
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--- Direct continuation from last time-----
“Do you now? I’ll play your game. But what new clues could you have found. You haven’t been on the premise since that dreadful day. You never even saw where it took place.”
“That’s a lie, or do you not remember yesterday? You welcomed me with open arms” Frey smirked.
Frey actually looks pretty cool here. Not that I know what’s going on. But it’s a little interesting.
Sajade furrowed his brows. “Fine. But even so it would be impossible to know where the event happened, since it happened so long ago. You also did not see the whole estate.” Sajade gave a complacent smile.
“You are right I DIDN’T know. At least not until you told me” Frey pulled down his chin to his chest and gave a cocky look at Sajade.
Ha he looks ridiculous!
“When did I-”
“When you restricted entry to one place. You remember don’t you? You let Melody enter, but not me I wonder why?” Frey viciously pointed at Sajade who seemed to be getting a little frustrated.
“That’s- That’s only because I was only apprehending Merian scum” Sajade stuttered.
That is sound. I do look like Cerina after all.
Frey shook his head. “You could have easily arrested her in that room with me in. You clearly bound me before it. But why didn’t you allow me inside? I think there is something you did not want me to see.” All eyes locked onto Sajade.
Ahh! That makes sense. Why didn’t Sajade allow him to come into that other slave room with me?
“That proves nothing! So what if you found the location or his death. It doesn’t point anything to me, you weren’t aloud to get any clues since you were never in there.” Sajade took a confident step forward.
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“Your right I have no clues, but a certain someone’s account might shed some bring some new clues” Sajade panicked a little. “Don’t tell me that… that girl was in on it with you.” Sajade panicked in my direction.
Ehhh! Me! What did I do?! I’m an observer, and the occasional trickster, but not the main cast!
Frey smirked again. “Don’t worry Melody only helped me confirm the location of the scene.”
WHAT! I was a tool! I Melody a fifth dimensional Supreme! If my songs weren’t bound now I would give you your requiem!
Frey stole a glance at my angry face, but instantly turned away.
“Ehem … I’ve planted my plan the day before. But it might be better to show you.” Frey started to mumble something. A green glow surrounded him, and with the flick of his wrist he pointed at Cerina.
Cerina collapsed… onto me! Awwggg. Get offff. Heavvyyyy!
“Huh? My head…” Cerina slowly raised her head.
“Hello there Merian soldier. I know this might be confusing for you but please while you were imprisoned here list what you saw in your place of confinement.” Frey spoke unable to make eye contact with Cerina. Those eyes that were filled with love faded. They snapped to a deadly glare. I pushed her to a sitting position.
“Hey Cerina just follow what that overdressed mans’ saying” My mouth was next to her ear, and my hand shielded the view from everyone. Cerina pulled her sensitive ear away. A little life returned to those beautiful hazel eyes.
“I can speak!” Cerina quickly scanned and locked eyes with Sajade. She leaped in an instant but was thrown back by Frey’s magic.
“What! What kinda magic is that?” Cerina’s cherry maple hair was slightly disheveled.
Sajade smugly nodded, and waved his hands through the air. “It isn’t my doing my lovely maid, It’s your sis’ over confident friend.” Sajade seemed to be getting his footing back.
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“Cerina is it? I know it must be hard to trust someone especially considering the state you’re in, but I need you to recall everything you saw when you were captured. Please… I need this to bring that man down!” Frey’s voice held strong as he pointed directly at Sajade again.
Cerina looked a little lost and confused. I could sense that her pitiful human brain was strong at work. She turned her head towards me.
“Melody…?” she said in a hush voice.
I nodded. “It’s the first time I’m talking to you since I returned.”
“awwg!” I involuntarily yelped. A snug hug ambushed me the second I took my eyes off her.
“Melody I need you. I was looking for you, and when I found you I couldn’t speak. And that man…” She glared over at Sajade…
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