~An Emotional Heroine~

Chapter Two - The soul is about to leave my body

- Eh, well, if this is the victorious wish of our Linochka... So be it! And this, guys, is the operation to kidnap the royal fox... - At the last word, I heard his stretching smile, and saw how the "drops" under the ceiling went out in turn, - ...It's coming to an end!

I looked around. Indeed, Magno, who was standing next to me, disappeared into the darkness. So, it's already in full effect. And our girls have already used their abilities. Or just cut the wires, who knows what they're doing there?

Sighing, I turned my whole self over in a few seconds. She ruffled the events of ten years ago, remembered everything in great detail. As from the beginning, a letter arrives stating that the pope could not be found. I didn't understand why the letter apologized, Daddy is on a business trip! That's what Mom said. But my sister understood everything as soon as she saw the letter. She took it from me and hid it somewhere. And she began to search for the missing person on her own. She didn't find it and disappeared herself a few months later. She left in the morning and didn't come back until late. She woke me up early in the morning, told me to tell my mom that she sleeps all day, and if she doesn't come back before lights out, put a long pillow under the blanket, or lie down herself. I did everything because she said she would be back in the morning. She also told me not to tell my mother about anything, who so many years later still thinks that my sister was lying on the bed then. Never tell. I remember she said something else, but I don't remember what exactly, and... like the last creature, I'm trying to convince myself that it's not my fault. "I was a little kid! What could I do, tell her? Oh, or maybe tell Mom!? For me at that age, it would be tantamount to betrayal! Yes, and for Alice too!", and similar game. I'm just. Nothingness. Pathetic..

All these emotions that were being released always seemed to break something in me. It felt like a glass vessel with liquid emotions, from a measured amount it did not pour out, but caused the vessel to burst. And after that, if I try, I can control the direction of the liquid. And as soon as the imaginary liquid fills me completely, I begin to distribute it around the hall.

When all these points were completed, I leaned back.

Backwards, I mean.

Although I would like to plunge into the second meaning of this phrase. I'm already tired of the same thing...

After a couple of moments, I felt that the people closest to me turned around from a "strange aura," as Kogito called it at our first meeting. But then I didn't even suspect that this guy was a member of a group of thieves from gifted teenagers. Yes, and something like the main thing in it!

That's it. Now I'm going to focus on how to breathe, facial expressions, and muscle contraction...

Someone shouted that the girl was ill. Yes, I feel very bad! Someone save me from this monotonous and hard life!

I hear that someone is running towards me, pushing people aside, and some, judging by the sounds and vibrations coming from the floor, jumped away or ran out of the way themselves. What is this terrible stomping? Oh, right. Kigoto warned that there are a couple of werewolves among the invited guards, whom the local guards dislike and this is mutual between them. It could be them, well, okay, and we've already encountered this. Didn't Kigoto and Sergio defuse all the guards? Yes, even if not, then these few should not spoil anything. Sort of. Ha..

Oh well, I've been caught working more than once. I've always got out of it, and this time I'm going to get out of it!

After some incomprehensible fuss, enthusiastic sighs and gasps were heard. Did they all get sick there at once? Usually, this reaction is caused by heads of state and all sorts of heroes, like the only remaining magician, who automatically became a great immortal archmage after the war. Although now he is just a seventeen-year-old boy. The first time I saw him was at the title ceremony. It was a very, uh, interesting sight. After all, they betrayed the title to a five-year-old, roaring, spoiled child.. Nightmare. I wonder if they've already made an obedient toy out of him, like they tried from the old magicians? Or is he being raised by grooming and cherishing? What difference does it make to me, especially now?