A Mother's Determination System

Chapter 23

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"But good sir. We must really make haste. The young master does not appreciate tardiness." James butted in. He shook his head in an almost exasperation, with his hands tight, and tense on his sides. The lamella shook gently like chimes, the unknown, fearful expression stuck harder than mud on his skin; he anticipated the things that would happen to them, once Su Long felt it was distasteful.

Elizabeth looked at the detachment officer, and in a solemn manner, she blinked slowly, whether in distant disbelief, or just as a silent response. She shook her head, trying to get the misplaced hair neated behind her shoulders. A tug on her rope cuffs shivered up her arms; the guy in charge of her was not happy. And, for a second, her focus returned to the lovely mountains in full display, and the

"James Bohe. With all due respect, though I am a commoner, the law does not state that my being is solely dependent on the wills of your masters." She finally said, with that irritated, unwavering gaze, still aware of the man behind her. Elizabeth knew she needed to be a bit more wary now; she was joking around giving indirect hints, but she needed to reach a conclusive outcome. Chance raised an eyebrow as he yawned, while James was left agape, unable to spit out a reply. He was a man of morals, and spite the painted visage of him being too modest, or too two-faced, the circumstance allowed nothing lower. Bohe truly did not know what to do; a simple mistake on his part, could create a path of debt for himself, and his sweet daughter Lucia. Other than the unfortunate, his wife would not like it either. If he was to go home tell her of his resignation, or unemployment, he'd have to sleep in the woods until the sun rose from the East. Or even better, be beaten by a copper pan until she was satisfied.

He felt chills from under his armor, and twitched his fingers as the only response, having his training of sleeping in sheer ice, swamps, and dirt restrict him from doing more. James squeezed his eyelids shut in contemplation shortly, lowering his head, then let go of the grip on his shoulders. His tensed muscles almost sighed in bliss, if not for the dull, blunt unstriped feeling in his ashy joints. In a sheer second or so, he met the two's (Elizabeth, Chance) face, and sighed.

"I understand... The master does not like tardiness. It's not exception, and this trip will not only make it difficult for us, but for you as well." He finally admitted, staring closely at Elizabeth's face for any shifts, or change. With his hands cupped behind his back like a scholar, he shook his head again, and evidently, sighed again in a hard-found calm. He looked as he was about to diss his 'young master' of his, but refrained from doing so: however, still wanted to get the heavy weight, and express himself, in fear of his guilt. Persuasion was his goal for now, and until it went as he'd like, and perhaps, even convince his lord's idol, Chance, nothing would go straight. Like loose threads, he wavered and had it sit on his mind, with no apparent reason for his fear. Honor maybe.

"Detachment officer... I'll take responsibility for this, but you must know, my grandma is waiting for my grandpa in Ausland Village." Elizabeth drooped her slim eyebrows, squeezing them towards her glabella, wrinkling them in tight folds. She tried to use her feminine charm, mimicking her doe-like appearance she possessed, while performing her delicate sham she upfolded as an intern. For once, she was glad she plucked her eyebrows.

However, she lied, and her unease distressed over it. Most of her jobs came from the villagers in Ausland, and they did commission her quite highly on average. Thus, in the case that they find the needs to investigate, they won't be able to find much wrong for accusations; because, although she lived in Silk Thread Village, she barely really lived there... Sadly.

It was a difficult issue for Elizabeth in the beginning; being away from family was never anything unfamiliar, but coupled with poverty, the desire to "help" was far out of her reach. There were barely any young in Silk Thread Village; all of them had ran to the cities, therefore, her words were safer than anything she had the possibility of saying.