Living as I please, Side Story: Detective Milla part 2

"Now then, let's bring out contestant number 2!"

"Wait! Weren't we supposed to play the ga?"

"Hahaha! I can understand your confusion. But I never said you were playing against . I am rely the host."

"Fine. Just keep your promise and release

if I win."

"Of course. I may do despicable deeds, but breaking promises is not one of them."

*Applause*

Once again, the crowd started to applaud. The second contestant was shoved in the ring.

"And now, presenting mister Krill, a chef who dared to steal from a Noble's house. And as punishnt he was brought here!"

"Please… let

go!"

"Only if you win. And considering your opponent is a little girl, you have great chances."

The Ringmaster then started to explain the rules. The ga is called Riddle. This guy will ask us so weird questions. Whoever gets 5 correct answers first wins. However, if you rush in and answer 4 consecutive questions wrong… you lose. Fine let's do this.

"Let the gas begin!"

*Cheers!!*

"Let's start with an easy one. Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it, you die. What is it?"

"What! You said it was going to be easy. Uhh… umm…"

The chef was panicking but I started to rack my brain. What do poor people have that the rich need? Poisonous mushrooms? Scabs? No. Co on. Think. What… wait. Of course! It's so obvious.

"Nothing!"

"Eh!?"

"The answer. The answer is Nothing! Poor people have Nothing. Rich people need Nothing. And if you eat Nothing you die."

"Ding ding ding! Correct! Little Milla got the first point!"

*Applause*

"I must say though, you are creepy girl. A bit too smart for your age. But the audience likes you, so who am I to judge. Next riddle: a man is sitting by his fireplace. Soone throws a snowball and breaks his window. When he looks out the window he sees his neighbors 3 kids. Sam Black, Mark Black and Pete Black. The next day he finds a note under his door: "? Black". Who broke his window?"

Ouch. This one's hard. It's definitely sothing related to the note.

"It's Sam!"

"Bzzt. Wrong, Krill. That's one strike. Milla. Do you wanna give it a shot?"

I remained silent.

"Tis up. The answer was Mark!"

"But… why?"

"Think about the symbol. '?' is called questionmark. If you think a bit, the note actually says Question Mark Black."

Ugh. I wouldn't have guessed this.

"Let's move on. If an elephant has 2 eyes, a giraffe has 2 eyes, a dog has 2 eyes, then how many eyes do we have?"

"2! It's definitely 2!"

"Bzzt! Wrong again! That's strike number 2."

"Wha…!? No. You're crazy. Humans only have 2 eyes."

"The answer is 6!"

"Ding ding ding! Correct, little Milla!"

"Eh… how?"

"The question asks us how many eyes 'we' have, but it's not referring to we as humans, but the people engaged in this conversation. Since it's 3 of us here on this stage, the answer is 6."

"This..

I can't lose to so girl! Bring on the next one! I'll answer it for sure."

"Very well. 2 fathers and 2 sons are eating breakfast together. They all eat one egg. 3 eggs were eaten in total. How is that possible?"

Hmm… this is hard. 3 doesn't divide by 4 after all. 5 minutes passed.

"I got it. One of them ate the egg shells!"

"Bzzt! Wrong. And to be honest that's stupid. Strike number 3. Little Milla, do you know, or shall I reveal it?"

I'm getting a headache. I haven't done this much hardcore thinking in ages.

"Umm… one of the father's is actually a grandfather?"

"Ding ding ding! Correct again. There were only 3 people to begin with! The grandfather is the father's father. The father has his own son but is also the grandfather's son!"

Phew. To be honest I wasn't sure with this one. I kinda guessed.

"This is can't happen… I don't want to play anymore… let

go!"

"Mister Krill, let

put it this way. If you play you may or may not die. But if you refuse, then you will definitely die!"

"Eek… fine."

"Now then for our next question. I am sothing people love or hate. I change peoples’ appearances and thoughts. If a person takes care of them self I will go up even higher. To so people I will fool them. To others I am a mystery. So people might want to try and hide

but I will show. No matter how hard people try I will Never go down. What am I?"

Ugh… dang. He hit

hard with this one. Co on otaku brain. Think… think. Argh. I'm getting too old for this psychological shit. Eeh!? Wait… I'm getting too old… that's it! Saved by my whining. Who knew.

"It's money! It has to be money."

"Close. It is a good guess. But… Bzzt. Wrong!"

"No… it can't be…"

"That's 4 strikes. You lose. Milla, you win either way, so care to give it a shot?"

"It's age!"

"Correct! I must say I am impressed. Average adults won't know the answers for half those questions. Yet your little brain handled it. You truly are a creepy girl. Milla, you win! And that ans…"

"Stay back!"

The Ringmaster took a giant leap in the air, landed behind Krill and pulled a sword from his cane. He sliced him to bits.

"Guuaaaahhh!!"

His head feel off, his limbs were sliced, and he even carved his chest open. And yet…

*Applause and cheers*

These guys… do they really enjoy this carnage?

"Hey… mister. I won. Can I go ho now?"

"Not yet. Little Milla, this was simply the first round. You need to survive the second round too! Only after, will you get your freedom."

This masked fellow snapped his fingers. Masked thugs ca into the arena.

"It's getting late. Show this girl to her room. We'll continue the fun and blood spilling tomorrow."

*Applause*

Take

to a room, huh? Then that ans this isn't a normal arena. I'm not Sherlock Hols. But that ans so sort of house is built near the arena. How are they managing to hide all this? To be able to not raise suspicion… this ans that either all the nobles in the audience are using their influence to keep the knights back. What exactly is the purpose of this freak show?

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I was put in a room. Not a prison cell or anything but an account room. It only had a chair, a desk and a bed though.

"Alright. Now get to sleep. You need to be ready for tomorrow."

The thug was preparing to leave but…

"Tell

a bedti story."

"Ugh… you do realize you are a prisoner forced to participate in death gas, right?"

"Even more of a reason to tell

a bedti story. You think your boss will be happy if I'm not in optimal condition and amuse his audience?"

"You got a point. Although you really are an insane kid. Alright. Once upon a ti, in kingdom far far away…"

"How far away are we talking exactly?"

"Uhh… who the fuck cares? Just shut up and listen."

10 minutes later…

"And she lived happily ever after. The end."

Zzzzzzz

"She's finally asleep. Good."

After the thug left, however, I jumped out of bed.

"How dumb can you actually be?"

He didn't notice because it was dark, but… I stole his knife. With this picking the lock on the door is a cake for . It's ti to do so exploring and tear this place to shreds!