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The sky wall has stepped on the third phase, sky blue with purple and orange gradations, then black significantly. Mister Moon, even though the light borrowed from the Mistress of the Sun, which was very bright earlier, glows as if she is sick. It's like a light that's on but dim, or a flashlight that's about to run out of battery. The clouds seemed to be demonstrating in clusters, as if their hopes were not fulfilled and they were about to cry profusely falling down on the Perthshire highland.
“Heavy rains are expected and there is potential for flooding. Even though you are in the highlands, please be prepared for the biggest possibility….” the voice from the television news weather report before finally being turned off.
“Bro, what the hell? 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees celsius)? I thought I had a fever!" cried Grunt, shivering.
The three people seemed to be wearing the warmest clothes, even though the man who was called birdnest was wearing a sweater, jacket and plain t-shirt, concurrently. Three sets of clothes seemed unable to ward off the cold.
Actually they were in the living room, very close to the fireplace. They don't want to light a fireplace because it doesn't linger long, a bedtime news is ideal. After all they were trying to be as polite as possible to no trouble, not to mention the fireplace was close to Lady De Polcester's rocking chair.
"Y-yeah, it looks like a fridge!" Ren took a sip of her hot chocolate. Sistine's mouth seemed to tremble spontaneously, but refused Ren's hot chocolate when she offered it.
“Th-thank you, b-but I'm on a diet, my-my d-dear,” Sistine refused.
"Why are you guys always together in sad things?" Ren said with a sigh. Rather naturally, if the triple-dressed Grunt was still shivering, then for her record the five-dressed Sistine looked like a frozen corpse.
“H-humans are warm-blooded creatures-” Sistine raised her finger as if teaching Ren. Sistine's rare way of bantering and meant to tease her old high school teacher. But Ren as a woman who has a high artistic imagination, logic in a subject is her natural enemy. She really hates Science.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Sis. Stop that theory, I could get fat from it, "
Scotland is generally cold because it is surrounded by mountains. In addition, nature is almost untouched. Natural green creatures, both stems and grass troops, are indeed compact in moving water from the ground into the atmosphere. In other words, the day is not too hot, but the night is cold like a fridge. Moreover, the clouds were overcast, making the impact accumulate.
They decided to return to their respective palace rooms. One plan that they still do not change under any circumstances, the mission to find out the origin of the woman's tears.
"Don't forget that matter, okay?" Ren said to Grunt.
Ren and Sistine then entered the same room, in the far left corner from the stairs and across from Cake's room. Meanwhile Grunt's room is right next to Cake's room. The only remaining empty room was Sistine's room. She still held the key, it was certain the room was empty.
However…
After ten minutes they entered the room, the door was ajar…
Bulging eyes, black pupils like dead fish, lurked from the cracks.
------------------------THEN AT MIDNIGHT----------------------
Drizzle drizzle, falling slowly as if to protect sleeping humans from waking up. Lightning flashes like lights as if they are partying silently without making a shrill sound. An orchestra of frogs croaked like drums, crickets were the acoustic strings and hooting owls were the flutes. The night is partying, even though humans are not invited guests.
R”en, are you asleep yet?” asked Sistine politely.
"I'm trying, sis. What is it?" Ren said lazily.
They are in a bed position facing in opposite directions, back to back to each other. Flashes of lightning seemed to briefly break the darkness through the windows that had not been closed. Ren had learned that because her spoiled best friend, Sistine, was afraid of the dark even when there was a night lamp.
"I… can't sleep. What the heck is this place!?” Sistine felt uneasy. Not only because of the cold temperature, but also because of something else. "Usually when I meet the pillow, I wake up the last. You know that right, Ren?"
Ren understood that. After all, they have been together for a long time. But now Ren is not only worried about one, but two people. Added herself.
"Yeah, it's a bad habit that needs to be changed," Ren chirped.
“Hey! That's not what I want to hear!” she protested.
“….”
They were silent for a moment, letting the evening orchestra enter their ears. Actually that night was a very calming night, especially for people who want to take a break from a tiring sequence of work. It has even been used as a sedative therapy.
Ren wanted to admit that, but couldn't. After the events that she had experienced and kept mostly hidden from Sistine, she was allowed to worry about herself.
(Lady De Polcester, why is she glaring at me?) Ren thought deeply since earlier.
“Well, somehow your fear affects me too, Sis. You can already take medicine, so the virus won't spread,” Ren joked, making fun of Sistine's annoying behavior.
(How could I not, asking the same thing ‘Ren, are you sleeping?’. Do you want me to sleep or not?) Ren thought annoyed.
"Fool! If the medicine is there, I will buy it!” Sistine replied jokingly. They think jokes can reduce fear. But their nervousness, waiting for the sound of crying to be imprinted in the brain.
"Sis, what do you think about Lady De Polcester?" Ren asked. Ren was curious about that woman based on other people's opinions. Maybe she got some advice.
Sistine looked back.
"Why suddenly?"
“N-nothing. I just want to know what people think,"
“You mean what did we want talk about firstly?” Sistine asked slightly confused. "Appearance? Behavior? Or rumors I made up myself?”
“I-I didn't expect you to have the judgment of rumors, Sis? Well, whatever just come with your speaking, "
“….”
Sistine's silence for a moment was replaced by the sound of rain. Between the gaps in the discussion, the thinking session was filled with a calm atmosphere, except for the increasingly loud sounds of frogs. As if complaining melodious singing contest.
Ren and Sistine both turned around. Now they face each other. They chatted in low voices.
“Somehow I understand a little things what you mean, Ren. I admit that woman is a bit odd. Her attitude was a bit of a waste of her potential,"
“Her face? What it is about with her face?"
"What? Isn't it obvious? She is so good-looking!” Sistine exclaimed, as if she was surprised Ren didn't notice this.
“Eeeeeh? why do you think that? If I even think that woman is just gloomy silencer," Ren's tone was a bit disappointed.
"Well, that's also true. But try to use your imagination. For example, around her eyes are not black, put on a warm smile, and if her voice is melodious..."
"Hmm... let me try...."
Ren imagined Sistine's words. At first she agreed, but when she came to the second point "Warm smile" then none other than Lady De Polcester who grinned sinisterly at her. Coupled with her bulging eyes, Ren's face became horrified.
“Ren? Hey… Ren?” Sistine called. She even moved her shoulders because she was worried about her friend who had been frozen for a moment.
After a while, Ren realized.
"What's wrong with you?" Sistine's tone became worried.
“A-ah…. N-no sorry. I… maybe you're right, Sis,” she said, not looking convincing. "B-but other than that, isn't she like a witch?"
Sistine nodded in agreement, “Almost, the fact that judging from the way she looks right now, is full of mystery. She never talked or looked happy with our presence here. When that's what Aunt Mildsven said, yet she still wants us to stay at this place longer. There's something strange about her. At least a smile on greeting is okay, am I wrong?”
“Yeah…, but….” Ren remembered something when they first introduced themselves to Lady De Polcester. "No. We should have seen her smile even once, anyway?”
Sistine paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and gave a small nod.
“Ohhh! Yeah… if you remember-” she said remembering something, like gears grinding one another. But for a moment, the cleats got stuck choked with gravel. Sistine was reminded of something horrific that at the time had not really thought about it. “Eeeeeh? Is that smiling? She's grinning so scary, though!”
Ren finally felt that someone was agreeing with her. She explained that at that time Lady De Polcester was looking at her, with that disturbing smile. Ren also told Sistine that recently the woman had been stalking her from behind with a much scarier face.
“Aren't you in big trouble, Ren!?” Sistine stared and gaped.
"Because it's today-"
Ren and Sistine, their ears caught a familiar, mild crying sound. Ren was forced to remain silent, then focused on the sound.
The cries were getting closer and closer. Their hearts were pounding like a drum being beaten with excitement. Their plan was to wait for the sound to move away. But as beginners, they are less considerate of unexpected events.
There was the sound of the articulation joints on the doorknob being pressed. The sound of crying became silent. After a while they heard the sound of a light slamming the door shut. Then the sound of crying was heard again.
“S-sh-she unlocked the door?!” Ren and Sistine screamed inside. They stared at each other, equally panicked.
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