"What's going on in here!!?" Marcy yelled as she burst in the storage house, after hearing her daughter cry out.
"Ah,"
Anne called as she turned around, with Michael helping her move things.
"That clutz had a crate fall on his face, mom. Got a little worried, so I let out a shout. Sorry," She said flatly; handing Michael another crate, having him walk somewhere else to place it; while she walked casually toward the slave mark that fell to the ground, stepping right in front of it; blocking her mother's view from it with her legs.
"Oh...?"
'Anne let out a worried cry...? Over this kid?' Marcy raised an eyebrow as she looked at Michael, who smiled awkwardly as he looked at Marcy; his nose bleeding.
"I-I'm sorry..." He let out reluctantly with an awkward laughter.
'MOM..!!! MOM!!!!' Anne cried internally, looking at her mother.
'MY BODY WON'T LISTEN TO ME!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!! I CAN'T CONTROL ANYTHING I'M DOING!!! MOM!!!!' Anne cried, a tear shedding down her cheek; just the moment she turned around, facing away from her mother.
"Tsk... Haaah... Well, if you're still keeping him here, it means he still isn't a complete lost cause. Fine. Try not to fall over more things, then." Marcy sighed as she turned around, walking away from the storage
"What's going on in here!?" Marcy yelled, bursting into the storage house after hearing her daughter cry out.
"Ah,"
Anne turned around, a crate in her hands, Michael beside her, arranging boxes.
"That klutz had a crate fall on his face, Mom," she said flatly, gesturing to Michael, who was wiping blood from his nose. "I got a little worried and shouted. Sorry about that."
Her tone was mechanical, her hands moving as if by routine, passing Michael another crate. He shuffled off awkwardly, placing it elsewhere.
Marcy frowned. "Oh...?"
Anne's explanation lingered in her mind. A worried cry? Over him? She glanced at Michael, who offered a sheepish smile, his face still red and bleeding.
"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, his laugh awkward, forced.
Inside, Anne was screaming. 'MOM!!! MOM!!!'
Her heart pounded in her chest, though her body betrayed nothing.
'HELP ME! PLEASE! MY BODY WON'T LISTEN TO ME! I CAN'T CONTROL WHAT I'M DOING! MOM!!!'
A single tear slipped down her cheek as she turned away, hiding her face.
Marcy sighed. "Tsk... Haaah. Well, if you're still keeping him here, it means he's not a complete lost cause. Fine. Just try not to get injured again, kid."
She turned and walked away. Michael exhaled audibly, his relief palpable.
'MOM!!!' Anne's internal cries intensified. 'YOU ALWAYS SAID YOU'D KNOW IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH ME! FEEL ME! PLEASE!'
Her body continued to move with practiced ease, lifting and shifting as though nothing was amiss.
"Anne," Marcy called abruptly, freezing both Anne and Michael mid-motion.
Anne turned, her face calm and composed, though her heart surged with desperate hope. "Yeah, Mom?"
Marcy scratched her head, her eyes scanning her daughter's expression.
Anne's mind raced. 'YES! MOM, PLEASE!'
Marcy hesitated, something stirring behind her gaze. Michael resumed his work quietly, inching away.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasiVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
