Chapter 127 – Rainy Season (10)
Mason’s scream made everyone go crazy.
The screams he made toward the floor, scraping his cheeks with both hands to the extent that the red flesh hidden behind his lower eyelids were visible, were full of cruel sorrow.
Pain, terrible resentment.
A curse for a world so thick it makes you shudder.
Everyone standing there could do nothing but look at her in astonishment, as her primal hatred reminded them of animals being dragged into a slaughterhouse.
No one here knew the situation Mason was in.
They were ignorant of Isabella’s evil deeds, did not know about the pain that Siana had experienced, and were blind people who could not see beyond the fence of convenience that Isabella provided.
Those gathered here are looking at Mason’s actions with a mixture of fear and pity.
To them, Mason was just a poor child. These are the miserable words of a girl who was once greatly loved by the villagers, who has become engulfed in mania for an unknown reason.
Mason found them all funny.
How can everyone be so stupid?
No matter how much a person with two arms is said to be abnormal in the world of one-armed people, even though they have their eardrums torn, their eyes gouged out, and their tongues cut out, they just look around in the air.
He consoles her, pitying her pain and her own trembling body from her cruelty, but he is not even remotely aware of her own situation.
As they surround her and embrace her, the blood flowing from their bodies turns red. Hair, cheeks, clothes.
Assholes. Stupid bastards.
Everyone is crazy.
“They’re all just idiots!”
The reason I stopped swearing as if she was vomiting blood was because her head was quickly turned to the left and the pain that felt hot as if my iron was being struck.
Mason turns her head again. Her eyes shine with hatred, and she clenches her teeth like a dog.
“…”
A cold but unsympathetic gaze is directed at you.
A body that maintains composure without shrinking.
In this world of crazy butchered meat, the one person who will prove her sanity.
Only then did Mason’s eyes overflow with heat and run down his cheeks.
“… Please.”
In a hoarse and cracked voice, she speaks with her last hope.
“Siana, please find me…”
Two trembling hands humbly reach out and grab Grace’s hand.
“Please, please…” .”
Mason realizes that she has never been more desperate. Even when Sianna drew her sword to protect her from the danger of her hellish moment in her crypt.
Even though I feel miserable that the only thing I can do to see Sianna again is to kneel and pray for her, I just do it like I’m holding on to a frayed string.
There was no reply from Grace. He just bent down and put his hands under her arms and helped her up.
“Adjutant.”
“Yes!”
As Grace spoke quietly, one of the men dressed in her armor hurriedly came up behind her.
“As of the current time, the mansion has been sealed, and a search has begun. Control the movement of everyone living in this mansion, gather them all in the lobby on the first floor, and use one room to interrogate each person.”
Grace continued her words in a calm tone, dusting off Mason’s clothes.
“Yes!”
With the man’s answer, the knights began to move, as if time had stopped.
In a space where clutter and order coexist, Grace found something on her floor and threw it in Mason’s direction. Mason catches it and realizes it’s a bandage that fell out of her box when she threw it on the floor.
“Quickly close the wound first.”
Grace urged Mason, who held her bandages in her hands.
“If you give up, you may never be able to find Sianna.”
Grace said and walked past her Mason and into the room where Sianna was staying.
Mason played with the bandages in her hands for a moment, then gritted her teeth and unwrapped them.
Her god would not give her time to suffocate in her grief, and she had to hustle even for a moment to get her Sianna back.
“Is it there?”
The rain pounding the world comes into view as Isabella sits and hugs her knees. In this place where rainwater has become a gentle noise, her voice resonates calmly but clearly.
Tadak-tak
Instead of answering her question, the sound of wood lightly crackling in the campfire lit behind her. No answer is heard, but Isabella nods her head.
“It’s a charming place. Isn’t that right?”
As she said, it was indeed such a place. In this time when the whole world is bathed in water pouring down from the sky, the view outside from this dark, quiet place with a roof to shelter from the rain showed the beauty of nature.
A place where you can clearly see the green leaves fluttering in the rain, the branches swaying in the sudden wind, and the deep-colored forest created by bright sunlight.
“This must be your first time here.”
I’ve been to this place often… Isabella added with a small smile. Even after so many years had passed, it was still a clear place in her memory.
Everything from the rugged walls, the stalactites visible in the distance, and the passage leading inside.
It was a place where I made many childhood memories that I can no longer return to. There was a time when I got lost while wandering around this place for an adventure, and there was also a time when I was exhausted trying to console Lucia and Becky, who were scared and crying for me to leave, until Mason came.
For her, this was a place that evoked her nostalgia. Just like the box of toys she found during her spring-cleaning, she could feel herself being immersed in her childhood just by being here.
She didn’t like that she had to come here under these circumstances, but like a wounded animal limping to its home, she too had returned here.
Whiuuu-
“…”
As the strong wind blew through her entrance, making a dreary sound, she reached out one hand and touched a box on the floor to her right. Suddenly, she felt anxious and almost opened the box, but she managed to hold back.
Yet. You can’t take it out now.
This was an object made for a special purpose, and it was a delicate object whose care was of the utmost importance in order to be effective.
Since she knew she was a cornered rat, she had to be careful about when to use it.
Isabella looked over her shoulder. Beyond the rising flames of her campfire, I could faintly see a doll wrapped in a blanket. Isabella watched for a moment as the shadows bent in a bizarre way every time the flames flickered, creating a series of gloomy shapes.
Isabella imagines her appearance under the blanket. Now, even though she is thin and unattractive, she still has beauty. She wanted to destroy the innocence she showed every time she was awake. The exhilarating pleasure she felt when someone she reminded her of obeyed her.
“I am…”
Even though she couldn’t hear anyway, she opened and closed her mouth several times and finally opened her mouth to speak, but she soon closed her mouth as if she had never done that before and just listened to the sound of the rain. However, the unspoken words continue in Isabella’s head.
Why am I so obsessed with you?
I’m going to get one of you. Lucia’s, Becky’s, and Mason’s relationships have soured.
Because she was blinded by you, her previously comfortable life was ruined, and she was in danger of ruining her own reputation and the reputation she had built, and now she had reached a point where she simply couldn’t resolve it.
Nevertheless, she did not give up on Siana.
She didn’t hate her.
I couldn’t stop hugging and stroking you, the spark that would completely burn the play I had written, even though I knew it would make my skin bleed and pus flow.
“I must be completely crazy.”
Isabella smiled and fixed her gaze on the cloudy sky.
She knew very well that she was lying. However, that is just the reason for now.
The truth about her, which she had not revealed to anyone until now, would be okay to reveal after the upcoming climax of the play.
Mason, who had finished wrapping his bandages, followed Grace into the room. Mason was looking through the room, which was just as he had seen her before she went to bed last night.
“… “What are you looking for?”
Grace answered her quiet question by taking out her book and opening it without looking back.
“A clue.”
“Clue?”
“Do you think Isabella just ran away, taking Sianna with her?”
“…”
Mason couldn’t answer easily. Although Grace’s reaction seemed to be that she expected her to say no, of course. Has her intuition been wrong once or twice? She trusted Isabella in the first place and couldn’t even trust herself anymore, entrusting her with Sianna-
Stop.
Focus, Mason.
Don’t get caught up in negative thoughts.
Mason patted her cheeks with both hands to shake off the guilt that was starting to creep up on her again.
“How can I help you?”
“Check everything. “Everything, everything.”
Mason did as she asked. At first, she looked through her bookshelf, as did Grace, and perused the contents of her drawers, looking for something unusual about her.
However, as time passed, her nervousness and lack of support from the investigation made her behavior gradually become rougher.
She pulls out a whole drawer and dumps it on her floor. Her papers and contents splatter everywhere, but she doesn’t care and throws her drawer away. She heard the tree crack, but Mason was already moving.
He takes her book off the shelf, shakes it off violently, and throws it to the floor. She turns over the desk, turns off the blanket, and throws it on the carpeted floor.
It was an obvious outburst. It was the moment when the deep-rooted anger that had been suppressed until now burst out.
In the room that quickly became a mess, Mason moved around non-stop. When there were no more books and drawers to rummage through, her eyes turned to her closet. Just as she was about to move to throw it over, Grace stopped her.
“It may feel cool inside, but just hold on for a moment.”
Mason, sobered by her calm tone, looked around her. She felt dizzy everywhere, as if a storm had swept over her.
It was clearly a situation where she was messing up her investigation.
“… “I’m sorry.”
Grace nodded her head and opened her closet, pulling out the few clothes she had and throwing them on the floor. Mason began to search the pockets of her clothes, and Grace looked inside her closet.
Mason, who had been going through all of her clothes to no avail, got up and walked over to her closet, where she suddenly realized the secret to her closet that she had discovered not long ago.
“Try pressing the closet wall.”
“… Closet wall?”
Grace, who looked back at Mason for a moment with her questioning voice, pressed gently on the wall of her closet, and soon her hidden space was lifted with a clattering sound.
“Ha.”
Grace snorted softly and then fumbled to take out something of her own. As Mason expected, what Grace found was a box made for storage. A box containing the headdress she once sent to Lucia.
Grace opened the box without delay, and soon the contents inside were revealed under the light along with the smell of dust.
They were objects of memories that Isabella had defiled.
The beads and toys that Mason thought he had lost, and the handkerchief that Lucia had begged her parents to buy for her to give to him as her gift. And the flower ring that I knitted myself and presented to Isabella.
But there were two objects that had clearly not been there before.
Two items in such good condition that they could be said to have been together for a long time.
A soft black leather leash with a shiny embossed initial M.
And a carefully sealed letter.
Both people in the room could easily guess who those two items were for.
“It tastes bad.”
Grace mumbled and lifted the sealed letter.
“…”
Mason couldn’t take his eyes off the decoration on her collar, and she just nodded quietly at her comment.
