Chapter 9

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They had a wider house than ours back in the human's world. The furnitures were properly arranged. The materials used to build their house were simple but they were really chosen carefully. Just a wooden house, but since they knew how to choose ones carefully, I bet this would stand strong no matter how many cyclones would come. I examined it just through my eyes, I did my best not to make it obvious. But the way they paint their house was artistically done. But of course, they didn't use the literal paint (product of the humans), I could only say maybe they were creative enough to mix some liquids. I guess this family was a family of artists, still. By their window, I could see the moon reflecting on the lake.

Living room to the right of the stairs (the stairs at the center), and kitchen to the left. I saw a rectangular table with eight wooden chairs in total. There was food served on it and candles as well. I remember, there weren't electricity in Grezsatly. Naturally. There were candles around the house.

"Before asking any question, sit down and eat," Abel pulled the chair for me to sit. I told him not to; but I realized he was a stubborn guy. Denying him means death from starvation. He sat across from me.

"Those are meat. Elk meat," he pointed at it as he sat across from me. "With vegetables." I am not a vegetarian. How many times do I have to tell them?

I took a huge slice of it and put it on my plate. Not getting even a piece of veggies was totally noticeable for him.

"I see, you are not fond of vegetables," he chuckled.

"Were you the one who cooked this? I like the taste," I changed the subject with panic. It really had a great taste. And I honestly thought that I wouldn't like his product, since this was my first time to eat such food.

"None other than me," he sighed.

"Before anything else, answer me with complete honesty. If I catch you lying, you don't know me," I threatened. "Tell me how you found me. I demand it," I said with a cold voice and a cold heart.

"You passed out. That was how I found you."

"Where am I?" I asked as I took a mouthful of it.

"You're in my house. In Nagath." So this place had names. I couldn't remember Nagath, or anything about that either. I haven't heard about it even when I was little. It's just that you were used to living in the human's world.

"How far is your house from the Blue Forest?"

"A bit distant. Just an hour of a walk to and from. That place earlier covered it."

I wasn't convinced about almost everything he was saying, the whole time I was losing my way in the Blue Forest for the whole afternoon, I didn't find him? I haven't even met anyone else when this place was just near the forest all along.

"You're lying," I told him suddenly that made his eyes as big as boiled eggs. I wasn't looking at him; I was looking at the floor.

"What? How could you say?" He asked with surprise.

"Whatever you said didn't make sense," I gazed at his eyes without blinking for once.

"What? You don't even have enough evidence that I was lying," he defended.

"Of course I do! And I'll tell you about how I think," I touched my chest as a gesture. "You're lying because I was walking there for almost five hours. And I consider it impossible as well if I was just churning that place because I always take note of the trees and plants around me. And apparently, every living plant there is not the same with the other. So how could I be lost? I even slipped down the slope, and for what I could recall, I saw a shadow." And so I answered my question.

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