Elena POV
I stare at the scene in front of me while licking my lower lip. Well, an interesting development.
If I'm not wrong, that boy's special. Very special.
And thus, I decided to follow the him who was dragged off to this weird ugly looking truck. Even for bad guys, they should have designed it in a less intimidating way.
Ignoring the unconscious man lying on the ground, I merrily made my way to the truck which held the goggles-man captive.
While lying on the gross looking truck, I proceeded to eavesdrop.
"How much of you is normal, kid" I hear a raspy voice asked and leaned closer to the gross top.
"What were you people doing? Are these people even alive?"
People? Alive?
It seems like I have found something interesting.
"Eating people-"
I had stopped listening as I sat up on the truck.
Processing my thoughts, I had decided. These people are criminals, and since the government here does a bad job at keeping peace, this benevolent Elena-sama shall help. Not for free though.
You are going to regret ignoring my presence, William-kun.
"-Eyes of the Gods!"
What did he just-
Turning my whole body so that I was laid flat on the surface of the truck, I listened attentively to the communication the people inside made.
From what I have heard from the inside of the truck, it seems like this mastermind person is going to experiment this other person who have the God's Eyes.
And to think this truck is heading towards the Otherworld. Isn't this just brilliant?
Goggles-guy, you shouldn think about escaping now. I doubt you would actually know the way back once you enter the other world.
Oh, but I'm here to guide you! So he shouldn't need to worry.
It's so confusing. To help or not to help. To interfere or not to interfere.
If I interfere with this country's crimes, I have to stay for a longer period of time. If I don't this guy here will most likely lose his life.
...Why am I even thinking of different options? Let's help him!
Going back to Papa's country too soon would be boring. Especially since I have been using all sorts of excuse to stay at Hellsalem's Lot. This is just too convenient!
Giggling, I used my nail to pierce through the gross-what is that thing- surface and made a rectangular shaped hole by lifting the piece of huge -what is that thing-.
"Wha-"
"Who are you!"
Two heads turned towards me as I giggled.
"You can have this back." I said as I kicked the rectangular piece of debris at the creature.
Jumping down, I patted my dress to get rid of any dust collected during my stay on the truck's surface.
"Good evening." I smiled at the puzzled male in front of me, bringing forth undoubtedly many questions in his mind.
"W-Who are you?"
It seems that he can speak.
"I was under the impression that your windpipe was damaged." I said as I poked his neck without mercy.
"!"
I smirked when the male returned my harsh treatment when breathless coughs.
"Well, now that I'm here, you don't need to worry much about any other thing. Just tell me more about that God's Eyes of yours, okay? Oh! And about the secret organization 'Libra'."
Seeing his eyes widened and him trying to exclaim about something is just too amusing.
"Don't worry, I'm on your side. As long as you continue to serve as entertainment anyway." I told him with a smirk, liking his fidgeting even more by the second.
Twirling around, I remembered I have unfinished business.
Giving the creature beneath me a cold stare, I raised the umbrella I always carry around, and promptly stabbed into the creature's torso.
"Although you did start up something interesting, you almost killed this entertainment of mine. That is an H-class crime itself!" H being High. And by no means is a H-class criminal going to have a good time at the prison.
Well, guess it was bad luck on your part to have been discovered by this young man here. Though, can't you do something about the design of the truck? I mean, if you had just used a normal cleaning truck, even this guy here wouldn't have been about to differentiate the difference." I said as I pointed at the goggles-guy.
Receiving no answer, I sighed and turned to face the goggles-guy once again. He gave me a really visible flinch. How rude.
"What are you staring at?" I asked, annoyed that the person in front of me keep staring at me.
"S-Sorry, it's just that your face..." is filled with blood.
Oh, okay.
"I apologise for letting you see something like this," I directed to my bloodied face," but aren't you supposed to be used to it?" considering the fact that this goggles-guy is a resident here.
"Ah... I guess so huh?" he rubbed his head with a apologetic smile, making me forgive him for staring at a lady's -me- face.
"Anyway, we should leave this scene soon. I don't want any misunderstandings occurring from this situation." The president's daughter being seen bloodied is a no-no.
"But I can't move."
Of course, things can't go my way that easily with an interesting specimen.
"Then, let's let fate play itself out and see what is destined for us." This might prove itself interesting.
I have all the time in the world. Plus, I can just pin the blame on the unconscious monster easily.
More like, is he dead?
.'.'.'.
In the end, Both me and the young man -Leonardo Watch, as I had heard from him- were rescued by the group called Libra.
Libra does peak my interest in many ways, and it serves my purpose of searching for entertainment well enough.
Guess I should try to enter this 'not-so-secret' organization.
"Let me join."
"What's a young lady like you doing out here?"
"Don't diverge the topic. Let me join."
"An important person like you shouldn't be roaming around at the entrance of the Otherworld."
...
This buff looking red haired man is making it difficult for me to join.
"Just let me join your organization."
"No."
How dare this man-
"What do I have to do to have you accept me as a member?"
"Everyone starts out with the chores."
"I understand, let me do it."
The shocked face I received was priceless. Guess he wasn't expecting me to agree.
"Don't back out now." Both of us said at the same time, smirking at each other.
Well, well. Isn't Leader-san just interesting?