Chapitre 11: Invocation and reincarnation
Priscilla's nervousness only grew and grew with every passing second, as she had essentially revealed her greatest secret to a complete stranger, but it was simply unavoidable. Not only had the flow of conversation carried her in that direction, but also the possibility that that vagrant was similar to her was extremely high.
There were some clues and among them, there was the fact that the tramp in question spoke with a slight nuance characteristic of the modern world that, added to having a model of thought somewhat ahead of the time, gave the impression that he was similar to Priscilla.
That is, a person from another world who suddenly appeared in a place extremely dangerous and unknown. While true, Priscilla was not the only one who had been transported and there were others with her. She hated those others deeply, not only for what they had done, but also for leaving her and if it wasn't for a lucky break, she'd probably be dead. That caused Priscilla's nervousness; she simply could not rule out the possibility that Krom was someone similar to the comrades she hated so much.
—"Say you transported?" Krom did not know how to respond. On the one hand, her memories were incomplete and on the other, she did not understand what the girl meant by being transported. While it was true that teleportation portals exist, she didn't seem to talk about something like that. "I'm afraid I was born and raised in this world, so I don't understand what you're talking about."
A great relief struck Priscilla's body as if someone had suddenly removed something heavy from her shoulders, but that was not all, there was also some disappointment mixed in that relief since the possibility of having someone who understood it was lost.
—"I see..." In her tone, one could feel a certain disappointment that she could not hide at all.
—"However, I have some memories of having lived elsewhere before living in this world, but as I said before: My memories are not complete."
—"You mean you've been reincarnated?" The glow returned to Priscilla's eyes, it seemed she had found someone who could understand her after all.
—"I wonder? I'm not really sure if something like that is possible, but certainly, the possibility exists."
—"Hehehe, in that case, we must recover your memories, Krom." Priscilla seemed strangely content, which caused Krom to turn his head in bewilderment.
—"I do not know why your mood suddenly improved, but I suppose it is better than seeing you down, My Lady." Krom smiled inside his hood before continuing. "Which brings me to the question: You will free me?"
Priscilla was about to answer when her conversation was suddenly interrupted. At first, Priscilla had not realized that Krom had unfurled his strange noise-proof barrier the moment she entered the room. That was probably due to his lousy mood at the time. However, when the outside noise suddenly assaulted his ears, he realized that he was inside that strange barrier.
—"You come down here too regularly to this smelly place, don't you sister?" A mocking voice with a tone not so pleasant to the ear resounded in the prison of the Lombardi mansion.
Miska Lombardi, Priscilla's older sister, entered the prison wearing an ostentatious red dress, with high heels that accentuated her height, the tone of her clothing matched very well with her golden hair and eyes of a pale, almost grey sky blue hue.
Unfortunately, despite the ostentatious attire that adorned her figure, unlike Priscilla who was quite pretty in the eyes of almost anyone, Miska was not particularly striking, as the tone of her hair and eyes was not uncommon as the case of Priscilla.
Besides, the exaggerated amount of makeup she wore had damaged her skin over time, so she looked a lot older than she really was. Despite being only 20, Miskaa looked like a 27-year-old woman.
—"Good morning, Sister Miska." Priscilla greeted her with the humility that characterized her with a small bow.
—"And what do you do in a place like this?" Miska did not answer the greeting, simply followed her interrogation with a haughty attitude, as she struggled not to drop the tray in her hands.
—"Well, I interrogate the Prisoner and you, why you did go down to this place? I thought you didn't like these places."
—"Hahaha! Interrogate? I can't believe a cripple like you can question a criminal. Or maybe, the personalities of two losers are compatible hahaha!"
Priscilla could only bow her head to her older sister's mockery. Not because it didn't she hurt or I didn't want to answer her, she just wasn't the kind of person who faced hostility with hostility.
—"It's not that, I just wanted you to tell me the identity of the person who ordered me killed."
—"You really are a fool. It was the feudal lord of the neighboring territory, isn't it obvious? Surely he wanted to reduce our father's response time by being affected by the loss of one of his daughters."
—"Is that so?"
—"This is why I can't understand why our father as much favors a loser like you."
When the last step came down, Miska slightly lost her balance due to the high heels she was wearing and came very close to dropping the tray on her hands.
-"Hupm!" Krom snorts at the clumsiness with which Miska carried the tray.
—"Is something bothering you, Prisoner?" Of course, this action did not go unnoticed by the eyes of a woman who was attentive to every detail in the social gatherings that the nobility held regularly.
—"It's nothing, I just couldn't help but notice you can't take care of yourself."
—"Worry about your own problems, criminal." Miska simply ignored the impertinent prisoner who had criticized his way of carrying a tray.
—"Speaking of which, why are you carrying a tray with you, sister?"
—"About that, our father asked me to bring you your medicinal tea, isn't that cruel? It's not like I'm your maid, but I still have to do things like this... that disgusting."
—"If it's so annoying for you, I can hold it."
—"Yes, do it, I'm dying to get rid of this thing." Miska delivered the tray to Priscilla with annoyance.
On the other hand, Priscilla took the tray with great skill even when her sister was abruptly and disparagingly handed it over.
—"You've managed to get some information from this loser."
—"No, he simply repeats that he was a tramp passing by."
—"Hahaha! As expected of you, you have not even been able to capture the one who tried to kill you."
—"Oh, that could be because I was the one who dismembered all the attackers." Krom responded with a mocking voice, causing Priscilla and her sister to open their eyes wide with surprise.
After a moment of silence, Miska processed things better. After all, there was no way that a mere vagrant could stand up to a group of well-trained killers.
—"Hahaha! Even if this is a desperate attempt to escape your execution, it is rather sad that you claim something so unrealistic."
—"I guess it was my mistake, but I had to try." Krom simply shrugged.
Priscilla was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in the middle of those two, who seemed to be fighting in a very complex way. They didn't say anything rude to each other directly, but the hostility in the environment was certainly felt.
—"Well, at least I can admit this loser is funny. If you become my personal jester I wouldn't mind saving your life, what do you think?"
— Krom bowed gracefully in a respectful bow. "I am very grateful for your consideration, My Lady, but I prefer death."
One of Miska's eyebrows twitched slightly from the discomfort when she heard Krom's response. He even had to make a great effort not to lose the elegance and respond adequately to so such rude responses.
—"I guess it's my fault for expecting something from a disgusting loser like you."
—"You flatter me, my lady."
For some reason, Priscilla was struggling with the uncontrollable urge to laugh. Certainly, Krom was extremely rude to her sister. However, there was something in her actions that made her feel very good.
—"Leave it, sister, you shouldn't waste your time talking to a prisoner."
—"For the first time I think you're right, but I will really enjoy seeing his execution. In fact, I will ask our father to move the date forward."
—"You can't do that!" Priscilla involuntarily raised her voice by reflex.
—"Is something wrong?"
—"No, sister." Priscilla lowered her head.
—"For a second I almost think you care about this guy. You better not talk too much to this guy; he might infect you with his impertinence. Which reminds me, will you drink your medicinal tea?"
Only then did Priscilla remember the motive of her sister had gone down to the mansion jail. So in the hope that Miska would leave she was about to drink the tea she had been given when Krom's voice stopped her hand.
—"My lady, I'm sorry to ask you this, but I haven't drink any water since yesterday, would you mind giving that tea to me?" Krom under the head with submission.
—"I really don't care" Priscilla extended the cup so Krom could take it.
—"Wait! Don't give it to him, I didn't come down here to give that filthy prisoner something to drink."
—"Leave him, alone sister, I'm not thirsty anyway." Priscilla didn't know why her sister had become so restless. It was probably just something like her wounded pride in serving a drink to a prisoner, so he just decided to ignore her sudden outburst.
Krom took the cup gracefully, even Miska had to admit that, to be a vagabond, he certainly knew manners. However, he then drank the contents of the cup out of a sip like a true barbarian.
—"Ahhh, nothing like the refreshing taste of poison to calm the nerves." Again both women came back to see the prisoner with complicated expressions on their faces.
—"Miss sister, you should be more careful what you serve to your sister and you, My lady, check your food thoroughly before you taste it. This poison is certainly dangerous to human consumption."
—"I-it's that so...?" Priscilla looked incredulous.
—"Yes, the common aconitum is not to my liking and will cause me a couple of stomach problems, so I suggest you leave this place, My ladies."
The girls simply left the place, although the discomfort was clearly visible on the face of one of them. No matter where one looked, she had to get rid of that vagrant immediately, because there was a high chance that she had noticed something and it would be better to get rid of him as soon as possible.
As she left the jail, Priscilla gave the homeless man a curious look. Of course, she concealed that gesture as best he could and continued her way out of the mansion jail. Now she had no doubts, whether useful or not, one thing was certain. That tramp was certainly an extremely interesting person and have someone who could put his brothers in their place next to her, would be very useful to lead a more peaceful life.
With those thoughts locked in her heart, Priscilla began to think of a way to go to the place that Krom had told her, hoping to get an interesting ally to fulfill her goals.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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