Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(119) TTotSS: One Skip Ahead of My Doom!

"Jonah, what's wrong?" Jamil tried, looking at Jonah who let go of his arm and closed the door. The smaller boy leaned his back against it, breathing to calm himself down before looking up at him.

"You want to know what's wrong?" Jonah asked back. "Why don't you explain it yourself, Jamil Viper? After all..." Jamil stepped back in shock. Jonah glared at him. "Everything is going according to your plan, isn't it?"

Jamil shook his head and his black eyes were wide. "I have no idea what you are saying."

"Shut the yaps, Viper," Jonah snarled. "Every time Senior Kalim went away, you followed him and when both of you came back, Senior Kalim returned to be a tyrant. You did something to him, didn't you? You mind-controlled him to be a tyrant and turn this fun training camp into hell, just like how the vizier hypnotized the sultan so that he could marry the princess."

Jonah stepped forward, hand still in his pocket and chin raised. "This also adds up to the inconsistencies. It was weird when he said back then that he had sent a letter to the students' parents when there wasn't any time gap between the magic carpet ride and dinner, so you must've sent it before the ride. And to make sure no parents can contact their children, the connection somehow turned death despite I could do a group chat a day before the announcement."

In turn, Jamil stepped back, hands trembling beside him, but Jonah just kept on. "And you lied to me. You said back then that Senior Kalim's 'mood swing' was instant that he broke a bowl, but then I realized the time gap between both of you leaving and after training. I've paid attention to all, including you, and none of them dare to leave training to the kitchen, including you, thus if Senior Kalim did break the bowl, there should be glass shards on the ground or in the trashcan. But there are none. Which means, whatever happened there wasn't instant or surprising."

By the time Jamil's back hit the wall and Jonah's hand slammed beside his head, he knew he was trapped. His glare was just as fiery as the smaller boy's. "And what do you get from all of this? Since you can't go against Senior Kalim, you can make everyone do your job. If they turn their back against Kalim and get rid of him, you, the most trusted and reliable person here, will be the prefect without fault." Jonah's eye twinkled in victory, lips curled into a smirk. "You're the reason behind everything. Did I miss something? Feel free to add."

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Jamil closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I knew you are smarter than you look."

Jonah bit inside his cheeks. This was supposed to be the answer he was looking for. He had him cornered, he stated the facts. He had won. But then...

"Are you really going betray Senior Kalim just to be the prefect?" Jonah asked, voice smaller than before.

"Being a prefect is just a small step in the way." He didn't look panic or even countering his claims. He looked too fucking calm! "My goal is much bigger than that. You're smart enough to figure it out, aren't you? I'll give you a hint: look around and what do you see?"

Jonah didn't dare to glance around, but Jamil didn't mind. "The Scarabia dorm is much grander than any other. You know why? Because Kalim's father meddled in the dorm. As the biggest donator of the academy, Headmaster Crowley had no choice but to listen to their request, including letting Kalim transferred here for some goddamn reason." He spat the last part as if it was poison in his mouth. "So, once again, even in school, I have to babysit him."

"But if Senior Kaim is out of the picture..."

"I don't need to babysit him anymore. I can do whatever I want. I can finally be my true self without any restrictions of being below my master. I can finally be free." Jamil chuckled, making Jonah's stomach twisted. "They always say to follow your dream and I'm doing it right now. What's wrong with that?"