Unforeseen Truth

Chapter 7

Let us celebrate Anti-Valentine Week, also known as Confession Day, in this chapter! 

"I'd like to go home, please." My mother has no idea that I managed to sneak out—! "

"A-AHH!"

Waiting for them wore me out. I can't bear the thought of them being tortured right in front of my eyes.

Maynn had been repeatedly stabbed. It is planned for him to be stabbed in order to lose consciousness. It is a command. Jred's plan.

My senses' peripheral vision shifted to Zyan and Avira's state. Jred's henchmen approached them closer. I was just standing there watching, but my mind told me to protect them. Despite numerous attempts to move, I felt trapped in that moment.

I warned them not to approach them or even touch them. However, my mouth will not open, as if I am being restrained. I attempted to scream but was unable to do so.

No! I said stay fucking away from them!

“N-No…AHH! Don’t touch me! AHH!”

***

"U-Ugh—" 

My senses were awakened. I was panting heavily. I sighed deeply as I looked at the time, covering my face until it crashed into my hair. I tried to relax, but the past kept chasing me around, even when I slept.

"Nightmare?"

I can see through him even though my room is completely dark. I just stared at him, unmoved. He shifted into a more comfortable position while sitting on the couch.

"It's too fucking difficult to get in touch with you, Belladonna."

"Have you cleaned up the mess?" I asked as I stood up and reached for the glass of water on the side table.

"Quite difficult," he replied, "but I'm having fun."

I unexpectedly threw the quartz knife at him, which he quickly caught with his right hand.

"I'd like you to track down the creature who escaped from me," I quipped coldly.

"As you wish, your Majesty—"

"Cut the nonsense, Darth; how did you get in here?"

"I'm hurt, Belladonna," he said softly, "I've known you for nearly a decade."

"Where are the items?"

He let out a deep sigh and became dour. He handed me the important items he'd retrieved from my father's mansion. He also placed the box inside, as well as the black envelope on the table; he then stood up and bowed to me before walking away.

"Wait," I said sternly.

He smirked at me and turned to face me, but I ignored his annoying expression. I take the box and the black envelope from the table and hide them with my important belongings. As I approached him, his face was filled with confusion.