Chapter Twelve: Encounters
Christmas is coming in fast! Lets see what i can do before it arrives.
The room was quiet, both girls were at their respective sides of the room. Louis sat on the sidelines as 'Crush' stared down the spirit. Beatrice decided to break that silence. "Care to reveal yourself I suppose? Or do you take me for a fool archbishop."
A large number of minya crystals surrounded Crush as Beatrice gave her a deadly glare. Luise was confused as the woman laughed, slowly shifting as Crush dropped to the floor unconscious, a small girl with strange clothing and blond hair stood above her. "I must commend you spirit, Subaru had always kept you in high praise."
A crystal speared her through the gut as the spirit got up from her chair and stormed over to the now impaled woman. "Do not speak of Betty's contractor unless you wish to be a statue for the garden In fact! You will not leave this room alive unless you can miraculously convince Betty that you are worth even a fraction of Betty's mercy I suppose!"
In reality, Beatrice knew she couldn't kill her. Both knew that her threats were empty, yet the archbishop played along. Was she actually going to try and convince her? "I can do everything that this camp has failed in doing, like treating those wounds from his time alone, self harm never really helped him anyways."
The statement caught the spirit off guard as she and Louis were surprised by the answer, Betty for the awareness of his self harm and Luise for the knowledge of self harm. "Papa hurts himself? Why?" Capella answered the question before Beatrice could react. "Because hour dear Papa isn't happy, he always gets himself so hurt that he doesn't care for himself anymore, a bad habit of his that brings out my ire."
Louis didn't know what ire meant but she did hear the first part, maybe this strange lady wanted to help him? Another crystal plunged into the woman as she turned back to the spirit with an annoyed look. "What? It's true and you know it! I can help him and you! I am the solution, not some half-bred whore that left him waiting for two years!"
The strong yet fair point made against Emilia was one that left a bad taste in Betty's mouth, she disliked that about the half-elf the most. To leave him wrapped on a question that if she answered incorrectly could destroy him completely. To share a mutual dislike of that one action was something she despised about the very woman in-front of her, it made it sound like the archbishop actually cared.
"To see him get dragged around on a fleeting hope because she can't make up her empty meatbag mind infuriates me! I want her dead for all her transgressions, something i'm sure there are plenty of." Another fair point followed by an awful statement, only to be followed by another good point. Emilia had made horrible mistakes that Betty would never forgive, most of them revolved around her contractor.
She hated the woman that was in front of her but she was logical, understanding in what was actually wrong with her contractor's treatment here. In a sense, it almost made her consider his safety here. She snapped out of it before impaling her with another crystal. "The girl has learned from her mistakes." Betty narrowed her eyes."And if she hasn't, Betty will punish her severely."
Capella laughed at the statement, that filthy wretch will never learn from her mistakes. "Does she love him? If not, then she has failed yet again. I can give him the love that he needs. He wants satisfaction, closure. He wants to be appraised, cared for. I want to enforce that he is valuable, that his lack of self worth isn't right. I want to love him and bring him peace."
Betty and Louis watched in shock as the woman shifted, her clothing changing from the skimpy style to a white dress one would see a bride wear. "I want to be with him until the end of time, together forever as long as I love him and he loves me." To hear the archbishop of lust speak of such a modest fantasy made Beatrice question who this actually was.
With heavy reluctance, Beatrice slowly dematerialized the crystals. Capella however, did not move as she focused on her domestic future with Subaru. Beatrice watched as her stomach swelled, only to shrink back to normal a small while after. Was she thinking of children? In all of her 400 years alive, Beatrice had never been so confused. She came to the conclusion that towards her contractor, Capella was harmless. She had no care for anyone else's safety but his.
"Betty will give you one chance. If you hurt Betty's Subaru in any way, you will die a slow and agonizing death."
Manor Hallway Next to Felt's Room
Emilia walked down the hall alongside Reinhard. She had been searching for Subaru when he suggested that he might be with Felt, although he had a look of reluctance. They had walked in silence to the room and had finally arrived as Emilia knocked on the door. There was no answer. Emilia opened the door and entered the room, finding nobody in sight. "I will look around for my lady, please wait here miss Emilia."
He gave a look of sorrow as he left the room. The first thing Emilia picked up on was the scent of blood and a foreign smell she couldn't identify. She moved around the room as she investigated the small girl's room. There were many different and strange things she had lying around. She took notice of something sitting on her nightstand. She picked up the object which revealed itself to be a piece of clothing.
It was a black bikini top that was stained with a large amount of white liquid, the strange fluid oozed off of the cloth as she smelled a large amount of that foreign scent from it. Felt sure was a messy eater. She gingerly placed down the dripping cloth as she moved to Felt's desk, hoping to read something while she waited. There was a small leather journal on the desk with ink and a pen next to it, it had just been written in.
Emilia abandoned all caution as she opened the book and read it from the beginning.
Entry One
Dear whatever the hell this is.
Reinhard the sword saint is an asshole and I wanna go home. Problem, he won't let me! I'm gonna get out of this stupid mansion one way or another Reinhard! Just you wait!
Entry Two
Dear whatever the hell this is.
Turns out that the guy who saved my ass is in another camp or whatever, wish I could've thanked him. He seemed nicer than the pussy knight keeping me hostage here, I hope I can meet him again soon.
Entry Three
Finally! I met him again! I got so excited I called him big bro by accident. It sounds cool though and he doesn't seem to mind it. Big bro it is! I can't wait to spend time with him!
Entry Four
Dear whatever the hell this is.
I have a problem. I can't stop thinking about big bro. He is everything I want to think about. He's funny, energetic, cool, and he makes weird poses! Big bro is so fun to hang out with! I'll spend more time with him again sometime.
Emilia
Emilia kept reading through the short and sweet entries, laughing at Felt's antics when she came across a strange one.
Entry Forty Two
I hate Big sis, she isn't fun at all! Just like everyone else, she's boring, stupid, slow. Big Bro makes everyone look bad. He is perfect, unchanging in every way. I wan't to spend more time with him, I need to spend more time with him. He is my beloved Big Bro and I am his pretty little sis. Big Bro will always care for me, even when the world burns. I won't let go of Big Bro.
Emilia
Emilia turned the page and was met with nothing but the nickname being repeatedly written on the page. It looked like a crazy person had scribbled their maddening notes in Felt's journal. She looked on further into the book as the entries became more vile.
Big Bro
Nothing tops Big Bro. I want nothing but Big Bro, even if it costs an arm. Big Bro is fun, I want more fun with Big Bro. My body is small but I'm sure Big Bro won't mind. We can fuck like animals if he wants to. Big Bro is nice, I want Big Bro to use me. Big Bro never hurts others, I want Big Bro to break me. Big Bro cares about everyone, I want Big Bro to rule me. Big Bro is brave, I want Big Bro to skullfuck me. Big Bro is kind, I want Big Bro to fill my empty skull full of cum. Big Bro always keeps his promises, I want Big Bro to use me lime a fleshlight. Big Bro is never tired, I want Big Bro to mess up my insides forever. Big BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig BroBig Bi- "A large amount of scribbles covered the rest."
Emilia looked at the bottom of the page.
Big Sis Needs to Die
Emilia slammed the book shut as she dashed for the exit of the room, opening the door to the very person she wanted to see the least. "Big Sis! Nice to see you! Can we talk for a little bit?"
Manor Gardens
Rem closed in on the scent as she passed by some shrubbery, coming across someone she didn't expect to see at all. "Hello Rem! How is our dear hero doing? I hope mama hasn't hurt him, that would ruin the surprise." Roy felt the mace pass by his face as it embedded itself into the nearby tree.
He raised his hands in a passive motion as Rem gave him a death glare. "Please don't attack me, I want to change. Mama wants Subaru all to herself, and thats't not fair. I want to keep Subaru out of Mama's hands. All I ask in return is that you let me hang out with him."
The maid looked at him with scrutiny. He however continued. "Ever since your feelings became part of me, I have wanted something different from life. I want to be with Subaru, just to feel satisfied. Even if he doesn't care about me, I just want to talk to him. Can you shake this poor sinner's hand and let me help?"
Rem paused as the words sunk in. She could never trust an archbishop, but Roy was a lesser evil, one she would bare with for her hero's safety. Rem reached towards his hand and shook it. Roy grinned. "My hero, I hope that you can love me as I do you."
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