Country of Countrymen [Yandere! Males! X F! Reader] | under editing

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                "Wait wait wait, this is all too fast," [F/n] voiced out, bringing her hand up to verbally stop him from pursuing the topic. "Firstly, can we talk about Chaz? Everything is getting confusing..." She exhaled to release the heavy air that was lingering in her lungs, knowing that the subject will turn darker. "What is it with him and his family that I still don't know about? He seems nice to me though."

To agree with the claim, the hat tittered above [F/n]'s head, amusing her to smile.

As though horrified, Nicolai knitted his eyebrows and widened his eyes, full of doubt. "Nice?" He repeated, leaning forward to her, locks of fair hair tumbling down to the sides of his face. "It's what every girl in the Country says: he's nice. Yeah, I guess he is, but wait 'til he follows after what every Jamcharly did─ at least what some of them had done─"

"─they assassinated someone?" She finished with a query, already having heard enough about the accusation of such crime. "Nobody ever told me that except you─"

"─because I'm the vice president. I know things that the public doesn't." Regarding her an apathetic blink, he settled comfortably on the sand of his sister, which somehow disturbed [F/n], but she tried hard to set that aside. "What do you know about our history? You weren't schooled here."

"Alright, alright, I'm dumb about that subject," she gave in, exasperated as she rolled her eyes. "Maybe I don't know his family, but Chaz just... I don't know... I guess he just gives this sort of vibe that clears away anything like that."

"And his parents don't? Remember when you first met them?" He brought up, triggering her memory of the event. "I wasn't in full control of Ade's body, but I was watching through his eyes. I was observing. And you know what I saw when they appeared?"

[F/n] was quiet, waiting for him to answer his own question.

"Fear."

Confused, she raised a brow.

Nicolai stared at her, shaking his head at her in disappointment with her lack of reaction. "People feared them," he started, shifting his weight to touch the water and causing the boat to tilt. [F/n] held on to the edges of the boat as he peacefully glided his fingers on the surface of the serene water, their transportation sailing to the unknown. "Even you," he stated, acknowledging her with a sharp gaze. "You feared Zsar. You took a step back from him. He's big and scary-looking, so it's not surprising, but so is his personality."

Keeping quiet, she listened.

"The Jamcharlys are directly related to Lusia. She's the youngest child of Grayloth and Laroisa and the creator of the night." He sighed, removing his fingers from the water and was about to comment at her ignorance of who Lusia is yet again. However, upon seeing the genuine curiosity from her eyes to know more, he was surprised, for he expected her to be offended, but repressed himself from showing it. "I don't really know her story, but trust Chaz to lure you to him by telling you that he knows it." Analyzing her, he asked: "He did, didn't he?"

As much as [F/n] wanted to deny it, she didn't want to confirm it either. "Why would you say that? You're quick to conclude many things," she commented, pointing out her observation. Though internally, she remembered an instance when Chaz was seemingly attempting to entice her about the story of Lusia's lost island.

"Because he is a direct descendant to Lusia, only they know about her and about her lost island," he answered, his visage blank. "As for their name, she had children, and her children just came up with the Jamcharly for a surname, or something like that─ I don't know."

"What about our ancestors?" She asked, sitting on one butt cheek after an uncomfortable amount of time sitting on the boat's wooden structure.