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- The Journey to the Afterlife
***Dedessia***
***Marcus***
I hope you didn't do anything inappropriate to our sister. Otherwise we would have a problem with each other. The lean man in front of smiles and uses his knuckles to create a horrifying sound. I wince and try to ignore it. Dismissing the guy in front of , I let my eyes wander to the second assailant. Both have dark hair and are definitely related to the queen and the king.
Seria already warned of her brothers and their misguided over-protectiveness. She also inford of how to deal with the problem, should it arise. Unfortunately, her solution will only create more trouble for .
After yesterday's eting we retreated to get cleaned up and have a good night's sleep... in separate rooms.
I get the feeling that the multiverse has sothing against being with Seria. From the second she confessed to , everything went downhill and I didn't get a single opportunity to make out with her. After her mother's speech I thought that there would be no problem with being with her. But apparently that wasn't the case. Why else would they put us in separate rooms? Well, at least I got a good night's sleep and sothing to eat. It's not like I didn't need it.
I draw in a long, deep breath and slowly let it out.
Hey! Are you listening to us? The goon directly in front of finally realizes that I am not listening to him and his antics. Not at all.
I am sorry. Erez and Mishra? Your big sister told everything about you two. Be assured, I hold your sister in the highest regards. There is no need to protect her from , I try to plaster my best smile to my face, but for so reason it doesn't work out that well. Both of Seria's two brothers don't look convinced.
I get the feeling that you aren't taking us seriously! Erez, the younger brother and ringleader of this operation almost spits in my face while screaming at . I hate it when people dont keep their distance during a conversation. His cheeks took a nice, red shade. This guy should really take so anger managent courses.
Keeping my expression neutral, I try to defuse the situation. I am really, really sorry. The past three days did a number on , so I am not at my best. Why don't you solve this issue with your sister? I am sure that Seria will be happy to clear up any misunderstandings you might have had about .
The the brothers share a silent mont, looking at each other. The action in itself is so clich that I have the sudden wish to puke. Seria was completely right when she told that it doesn't matter at all what I tell them. They will try to test my strength nonetheless.
It feels like beating up kids. Even though Mishra is the older one, he's still a teenager who is just approaching his twenties. And Erez is even worse. How old is he? Sixteen... maybe seventeen at most? How could these brats grow up to be so snarly and self-centred?
They even waited for out here in the hallway, as if they couldnt collect the courage to knock on my rooms door. At least their strange plan allowed the servants to bring sothing to eat. Yes, this definitely feels like being attacked by a pair of half-assed muggers.
But Seria made it clear that she has a long history of establishing a pecking order when it cos to her siblings, and that anyone who wants to get in on the fun, should be prepared for a little drama.
I sigh again, sothing that I've been doing a lot since the two of them stopped in front of my room. Why dont we get it done, so that I can be on my way. Seria already told about you two. I tried my best to be friendly nonetheless, so dont say that I didnt give you two a chance.
They exchange another glance and Mishra raises an eyebrow. What did big Sis say about us?
That you are two snotty, little brats who need a good beating to learn their place. And that I shouldnt back off, just because you are her brothers.
You! Erez raises his hand, but I am faster. While he tries to go for an exaggerated strike, I simply knee him in the belly and catch his head between my hands. One mont later, a hollow thud echoes down the hallway.
Then Erez slowly sinks to his knees and lolls against the door to my room, unconscious. The wooden door has a little dent. Thats all the damage I caused by slamming his head into the door.
I wonder why it sounded so hollow? Was it the door? Or is his head as empty as it seems to be?
Erez! Mishra jumps forward and exchanges a short series of blows with , releasing his aura. But its clearly not as strong as mine. Yet. I suppose that Mishra could get much stronger with a few more years under his belt.
Releasing my own aura, I catch his hand and twist. For a mont he resists . Then I overpower him and sneak an arm around his neck. He tries to pry my hands away, but I have a good headlock on him. We wriggle against each other as I try to choke him to unconsciousness.
It's when his face turned a nice shade of blue, that soone taps onto my shoulder. I am so surprised that I turn around, forcing Mishra to follow the movent.
Elona crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises an eyebrow. Her eyes wander from Mishra to Erez, who is still sunken against the door of my room, a small trail of blood marking the path which his forehead took. I see that you are already getting acquainted with the rest of the family. I wondered what the ruckus was about, so I ca to investigate.
I drop Mishra and straighten myself. I am sorry, but... How exactly do I explain this?
Elona waves her hand smiles. Dont worry. They deserve to be reprimanded. Ill never understand how the two of them ended up like this. I think it hurts their egos that their big sister is and always will be the stronger one. She gestures with her hand to follow her, not sparing a second glance for her two sons.
I look down at Mishra who is on his back and gasping for air. All of a sudden I feel sorry for the two of them. No wonder that they turned out like this. I suppose that Seria and Elona are shattering their self confidence on a daily basis. Sorry, I voice soundlessly at Mishra and for so reason he nods.
Upon catching up to Elona, I try to redeem myself. I am really sorry. I know that I shouldnt have let it go out of hand like that, since I am obviously the stronger one.
She makes a dismissive gesture. Dont worry. Seria likes you, so you would have had to give them a beating sooner or later. The two of them are too much like gang-mbers in that aspect. Besides, I have sothing for you. Elona holds out a hand with two items on it.
A ring and an amulet. I furrow my forehead in confusion and take them from her.
She smiles and urges to put them on. Go on. I am sure that you will like them. Its sothing that all mbers of the family have. She raises her hand and shows her own ring and the amulet on her neck.
Without a real reason to refuse, I follow the order. Seria gave a very detailed report of what to look out for when dealing with her family. She didnt ntion anything about a ring or an amulet.
Elonas expression turns from friendly, to smug and satisfied when I put on the ring.
Aaaaah!
A scream from the end of the hallway draws my attention and I turn to find Seria standing there, pointing an accusing finger at her mother.
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