Chapter 7: Saito Hajime
One second, we were on the road. Another second, we're in my inn room. The sudden change of setting honestly surprised me. How in the hell did we get here?
"I brought us here. I used teleportation," the girl answered, as if she read my mind.
I stared at her. She couldn't have possibly...it's probably obvious on my face. She couldn't have read my mind. She'd really have to be a...
"A witch," she said, finishing the sentence that I asked myself in my mind.
"Okay, enough with the mind-reading," I said. "I get your point already. Just don't look into my mind."
She nodded, and then looked at the floor as if she was ashamed of something. "You won't arrest me, will you?" she asked me.
"For what? Being a witch? That's really not a crime," I said, unsure where this was going.
"Not for that," she said. "For killing all the local politicians."
I stared at her. Was she flattering herself?
"You killed them?" I asked her.
She nodded in response.
"Well, nothing really points to you as the assassin," I said, "aside from my feeling inside my gut..."
"You should listen to that feeling more often," she said bluntly.
I sighed. "So why did you do it? Assuming you did..."
"I did," she said sternly. "I did it for justice and revenge."
"Let me guess. For the people and your mother?" I asked. "Well, the people aren't exactly grateful and—"I started to say, but she finished what I was about to say again.
"My mother is dead," she said. "I have no more reason to kill anyone else."
"What if someone else oppressed the people?" I asked.
"I will not to do anything," she answered.
"Are you supposed to be some kind of an Angel of Death?" I asked her.
She looked at me and smiled. "If I am an angel," she said, "I have fallen from Heaven to suffer on Earth."
One second, we were on the road. Another second, we're in my inn room. The sudden change of setting honestly surprised me. How in the hell did we get here?
"I brought us here. I used teleportation," the girl answered, as if she read my mind.
I stared at her. She couldn't have possibly...it's probably obvious on my face. She couldn't have read my mind. She'd really have to be a...
"A witch," she said, finishing the sentence that I asked myself in my mind.
"Okay, enough with the mind-reading," I said. "I get your point already. Just don't look into my mind."
She nodded, and then looked at the floor as if she was ashamed of something. "You won't arrest me, will you?" she asked me.
"For what? Being a witch? That's really not a crime," I said, unsure where this was going.
"Not for that," she said. "For killing all the local politicians."
I stared at her. Was she flattering herself?
"You killed them?" I asked her.
She nodded in response.
"Well, nothing really points to you as the assassin," I said, "aside from my feeling inside my gut..."
"You should listen to that feeling more often," she said bluntly.
I sighed. "So why did you do it? Assuming you did..."
"I did," she said sternly. "I did it for justice and revenge."
"Let me guess. For the people and your mother?" I asked. "Well, the people aren't exactly grateful and—"I started to say, but she finished what I was about to say again.
"My mother is dead," she said. "I have no more reason to kill anyone else."
"What if someone else oppressed the people?" I asked.
"I will not to do anything," she answered.
"Are you supposed to be some kind of an Angel of Death?" I asked her.
She looked at me and smiled. "If I am an angel," she said, "I have fallen from Heaven to suffer on Earth."