Who are you?

Back to Alex’s home.

In the midst of a storm, Kazia returned home with a doctor. As she walked in, she noticed that the main entrance had been unlocked and that no one was there. She noticed a bloodstain on the floor that was leading to the lounge-room. She ran inside, where she spotted Elizabeth on the stairway. While waiting for Kazia, Elizabeth fell asleep.


Kazia gently shook Elizabeth to rouse her awake. “You have come back,” Elizabeth muttered as she rubbed her eyes. “You know, father went to his room and refused to let me follow him.”


As soon as Kazia heard her, she ran upstairs. Kazia, Elizabeth, and the physician all headed upstairs. She hurriedly opened the door, but as she did so, she noticed a girl seated beside Alex.


Alex was lying on the bed, but he had no idea where that girl was bandaging his wound. After finishing the bandaging, she turned to face them.


That girl beamed as she gazed at them. Her smile was breathtaking. Neither Kazia nor the physician said anything. Elizabeth first glanced at Kazia, then at the girl.

As she glanced at Elizabeth, the girl rose from Alex’s side. “My sweet Elizabeth,” she murmured as she knelt before her."Your father took me last night with him, and I’ll be staying with you guys from now on." “Do you mean my father?” But, I didn’t see you here last night. How long have you been here? Elizabeth asked. She smiled cheerfully and grabbed the bowl. “You didn’t notice me, honey,” she said. Elizabeth turned her gaze to Kazia. Kazia, on the other hand, grimaced and moved closer to the girl. And she questioned her fiercely.

‘WHO ARE YOU, AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?"

Kazia used her hands to communicate. With a dark glance and a smirk, that girl approached Kazia. “A low-class maid shouldn’t have to ask this sort of question to her master,” she murmured as she approached her ears. “Don’t interrupt me if you want to stay here.”

Kazia trembled when she heard her. Kazia wasn’t shocked by what she’d said. She was shocked since she was getting bad vibes from her. Kazia gazed at that girl with wide eyes, but she greeted me with a grin. She walked by them and down the stairs. Kazia stood like a statue in the center of the room.

Kazia’s aside.

Who is she, exactly? Why am I getting eerie, dangerous sensations from her? When did she come here? And why does she make me feel uneasy?

I turned to face my master, who was sound asleep on the bed. I approached him gently and stared at his face. He appears to be quite pale. Elizabeth’s touch jolted me out of my reverie.

Elizabeth said, “Kazia.” “Did she heal my father?” she asked as I glanced at her. I kept staring at Elizabeth, but said nothing. Then I turned my gaze to the master’s tranquil form.

to be continued...