Zylith.
When I sneaked out of the castle today, my mind's eye had planned out a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.
As I watched the big burly blockheads tussling with my God-forbidden handsome hunk of a teacher, I felt an impending headache coming right up the corner.
"Kill him, kill him! Kill them both!!" I turned my head to the side to look at the despicable fatso beside me who was shrieking at the top of his lungs, seeming more like an excited spectator in a baseball arena cheering for his favourite team rather than a gang boss ordering his minions to thrash someone he wanted thrashed. And then I looked up into space while thinking with a sigh, 'Scientists said that the universe is made up of protons, neutrons and electrons. But they forgot to mention morons.'
This fool was so reabsorbed in his adrenaline-pumping gusto that he didn't even notice that the one he wanted killed was standing right beside him, staring at his side-profile with a deadpanned look, her face screaming 'You're the biggest IDIOT on the face of this planet'.
I internally sighed yet again and turned my attention to a coldly discarded Fredurd slouched at a squalid corner of the inn hall. His area of occupancy looked rather devoid of any exciting action while the very opposite side was beaming with high intensity dogfight, my gorgeous tutor skimming through the crowd of big muscle men, looking as though choreographing a dance of destruction.
After ascertaining that Fredurd was in a relatively safe-zone, I slowly skidded back on my heels, making sure to not alert the moronic boss cheering on his buddies beside me, and turned to look around the place for something reliable enough to lent my teacher a hand. And then, suddenly, I noticed something. My eyes fell upon an old gentleman hunched over in a lounge chair, leaning as far away as his frail body could possibly manage from the fight-zone. However, what attracted my attention was not the man himself, but the beautiful walking stick he had a death-grip on. The stick made out of metal looked so sturdy that my heart immediately went out for it. And as such, I made a beeline towards the kind-looking old gentleman.
"Hello there Grandpa, do you suppose I could borrow that awesome-looking cane of yours?" I enquired in a hushed tone.
The old man was jolted out of his initial shock and he looked at me in incredulity. I didn't pay much heed to his response and neatly snatched the stick out of his hand while also at the same time, shoving my little belongings into his hands. "Here, hold these and my morals for a while, will you? I got some sketchy shit to take care of. Will be right back in a minute!" I left the stunned grandpa with those words.
"Yes Yes, hit there. To his left, to his left. Arghhh! What are ya lots doing!!! No! You gotta kick him down there! Where are you hitting, you imbeciles! Hit him to the left, to the left!" The fatso gang boss was still very engrossed in his adrenaline-pumping zest when I suddenly came from behind him and muttering into a gracious tone, "Right! As you wish, from the left it is." And before he could even realize what hit him, a loud painful-sounding 'THUMP' resonated in the atmosphere, resulting from a blow from the left side; his skull, now blood-spattered due to the hard hit.
I was grinning from eye-to-eye as I looked at my bloody walking cane and then at the contorted face of the fatty boss man who turned around to look at me with wide incredulous eyes.
However, my cheshire grin slowly lost its zest as I watched the boss man, who was supposed to fall unconscious onto the floor into a bloody heap due to my homerun whack, slowly but surely advance towards me, his face still wearing that look of disbelieving shock.
'What! Did I strike too kindly? Why is he still left standing?' I frowned.
And when I was about to deliver another blow in a certain panic, I was taken in for a surprise as the fat blob of a boss man abruptly fell headfast onto the cold hard floor, consequently making a strident thudding sound. And I was left with my walking cane awkwardly raised in mid-air.
I looked at the fat blob sprawled pitifully on the ground in stunned silence for a second, and then shrugged in joyful indifference. With him out of the picture, I thought we could better handle the situation.
I looked at the still struggling men around the hall and abruptly blew a whistle to gain their attention, and unsurprisingly so, I gained the exclusive attention of the entire crowd as they whipped their heads towards me in a sharp deportment.
"(Ahem!)" After I succeeded in getting the undivided attention of the said crowd, I took up a imposing stanch and stepped on the unconscious figure of the fatso boss man as though he was rather a hunted wild beast than a defeated man smeared in his own blood. "Anyone who wants to continue this fight further will have to disregard the miserable life of this ingrate right here. Still wanna continue?" I asked with an arched brow, looking rather confident in my bearing.
And predictably so, all the fight left the brawny muscle-heads the moment they saw their boss pathetically slumped on the floor. With bowed ashamed heads, they let go of their weapons and raised their hands up in surrender.
"Nice, now go stand by the door and wait for your verdict." I whinged with a scoff, trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
After I had the lot under my control and had them tied up and all, my attention was finally drawn towards my grave-faced gorgeous instructor, and I took in another gulp of tensed quaff.
Yeah. This was not gotta be easy, was it?
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We drank in silence, hoping that my excuses lied at the bottom of the glass and then the bottom of the bottle and then the next bottle and the next. And so the evening dragged on. Actually, scratch that! I didn't get to touch anything close to the word alcohol in this whole state of affairs. It was only my wishful thinking and all I got out of this entire equation was a cup of cold pink peach juice, fresh out of the whizzer, and that was about it.
I looked at the fancy bottle of wine placed in front of me with sad forlorn eyes, whisht few words exchanged between us, but I was not really paying attention to what was being said at all. The enchanting bottle of red wine held my undivided attention. And the words that were spoken were all senseless gibberish to me. However, my willy instructor seemed to have sensed it. Though he didn't really come out and forced me to disclose all my endeavours of the day, he was still waiting for a reasonable excuse out of my mouth. And I kept unconsciously stalling, not that I wanted to, but I couldn't really come out and say that I came sneaking out of the castle today just to drink till I drop, now could I?
"Am I to assume that I won't be getting any plausible excuse out of your mouth today, Your Highness?" Lord Edgar slightly frowned.
"Huh?.... Oh no no! That's not true at all." I shook my head vehemently when his curt words pull me out of my trance.
"Then would you, maybe now start explaining why you are out here, stranded at a brewery inn out of nowhere with your personal knight knocked out cold?" The gorgeous tutor in front of my arched his beautiful brows, and I swallowed hard.
"Ah... Ahahahaha... About that.... Well you see..."
"No more stalling Your Highness, if you don't come forth and speak the truth, I shall have to call the royal guards to relay the news that their First Queen is missing from the palace and is currently seated drinking at a southern corner of the imperial capital." He said with an impassive face and I paled in consequence.
'If.... If Alexteris was to know that I... I sneaked out of the castle and drugged Fredurd again.... (Gulp) NO NO! Let's not think about the worst-case scenario. If I could just convince Lord Vilavelt to keep it in wraps.... Yes, I must make sure that this gorgeous tutor does not, in any circumstance spill the beans. Or else, my future seems bleak.....' I was mentally crying tears of blood as I contemplated the entire situation.
"Dearest teacher, what actually happened was........"
To be Continued……..
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