Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 56 - The Arrival of Imarine In Room

"Hng— Ah ...."

I opened my body, slamming my whole body into the bed as an expression of exhaustion. Now I am in the room, resting myself in a supine position to relieve all the stress.

Huft .. hah ....

I didn't expect it, just talking it turned out to be so tiring. Now I understand, meeting activities are things that drain so much energy. Although I had previously seen the torment of close activities come from a wave of negative emotions that accumulate in one place. But, now I understand that the meeting itself is indeed annoying.

The conversation in the dining room continued even until dinner arrived. The topic did not find common ground, it remained confusing until finally some people started to disperse leaving me alone thinking in the dining room. I don't blame, after all, the existence of many people is also not very helpful if they don't give anything.

As the time continued, dinner finally arrived and inevitably I had to end the evidence gathering test. The other members there were getting fed up, they were also demanding to rest and eat food.

Then, now, in his own room staring at the ceiling, tired of the body but hard to be able to sleep close his eyes. Dinner was over, but my new was not quiet with my brain working while waiting for tomorrow. A condition, along with fatigue in the room without reaching a conclusion.

I tried asking Farrel, Amalia, Azarin, and Imarine in comparison. Then, the answer was as I thought, they all had a point of view with my memories as a disciple. Nothing is different, they and I tend to be organized and not out of the room at night. We are like ordinary students, always accompanied by a guide.

The second person to find Verdian's body was Imarine. He who screamed hysterically loudly to the point of screeching in the ears. In the morning, it was the sound that provoked others to come one by one to the dining room. But, those shouts were part of the set background, me and the others didn't hear them directly, just etched into my memory like that.

In essence, the disciple was the one who was the slowest and limited in his movements.

Looking at all this, it seemed like it would be difficult to prove who the culprit was just by observing the movements alone. I need a better catalyst.

*Knock, knock ....

Hn?

A typical tap of wood rang out, right from the exit of my room.

I'm sure the room door was still open. So, the answer please come in does not seem right to be thrown.

My own position is not supportive of having a conversation, supine and having difficulty leading to the door. Therefore, the first thing I do is get up from my back to a sitting position.

"Gener ...."

A long formed human shadow entered the room. The open door that originally gave the spotlight was covered by the person standing there. This could happen because my room is dark not turning on the lights, while the room in the hallway is full of light sources.

At first, I could not see the figure of the person present there. But, from the shape of the body, the voice, and the tone of speech, I can clearly know who is facing.

"What's up, Ima?" I answered with a question without glancing at the girl.

"Me, I'm just gonna talk to you for a second. You're not busy anymore, are you?"

*Turn On

My room is now brighter. As he spoke, I also had time to pull the light switch that was there. Not LED technology, the light is still a dim yellow type of incandescent lamp. If I had to say, this is the same lamp Edison found first.

"Heh, unfortunately all the hobbies I can do have been destroyed by now," I said a little jokingly twirling the sentence.

"Hmn .. so you have a hobby, right?"

"Of course, I normally fill my free time by reading or watching entertainment."

"I've never seen you like that."

"Because from the beginning I never told you the way I spent time. Here there is no signal, which has HP is also just you. So, you can talk now, princess Imarine," I said, teasing her a little.

"Why is my position a begging kayak?" asked Imarine while narrowing her eyes.

"Just your feelings, they like to cheat."

"Tch," decamped the tongue of the big-breasted girl, she complained for a moment but quickly forgot her anger and went into my room.

"Why? You're angry because you have to play the spoiled rich kid? Heheh, I still can't imagine you can scream hysterically like I can in the memories."

"Don't be like that pouting. Actually you might still be a cute girl if for example your attitude is the same as when you were with Azarin," I obviously rolled my eyes talking without looking at the girl's face.

"..."

Hn?

The atmosphere became silent, I got an awkward atmosphere where Imarine did not continue his conversation. Slowly she responded due to the musings, she lowered her head still thinking about the problem.

"Ivan," call Imarine to me a second time.

"What else is it?"

"You ... Can you solve this problem now?"

"You mean to point out who the murderer was?" many ensure.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Huft .. hah ...," my breath delayed a few sentences. "I have no intention of messing around in this world at all. If I could, I would finish this drama right now."

"Keep why can't you? Isn't it easy to use your strength? You can tell if someone else is lying or not, right?"

"..."

Imarine turns out to think like that, my power about the detection of emotions is thought to be very useful to solve the problem.

It's true, I can detect the emotional waves. When people lie, they will feel a sense of guilt, a back effect, or at least a feeling of panic if such a lie is revealed. It includes physical symptoms, normally cannot be hidden and can actually be studied by science.

However, my case is different, my ability based on matching results. Maybe I can say it's true based on the repeatability of the results. But, the more days I began to encounter a lot of anomalies, a lot of oddities so that I could not read the emotions that came out of that person clearly. Plus, with the sheer number of events, I also felt that my strength was getting weaker.

Peter once said it was a good thing. From the beginning, my main problem was social suffering with troublesome powers. But, at a time like this I felt the loss of not being sure of my own strength.

"Ima," call me with a deep pause. "How's Azarin doing?" then continue with a different question.

"Wheel? He's not the killer, is he?"

"No, no, no" I replied firmly. "Hmn .. at least until now."

But, I continued with ambiguous sentences. A little face-throwing and feeling guilty about my previous convictions.

"Keep, why are you asking Arin now?"

"Am I wrongly asked as a schoolmate?"

"Don't I tell you to keep him away for a while?"

"Hn?" my response furrowed my brows slightly thinking. "Ah, yes. I remember, you said that a long time ago. I didn't think you'd still hold those words and still have the rules up until now."

After ending the case of Imarine and Azarin, Amalia and I sucked up their mareka as a form of ritual. They already knew about it, especially Imarine, and after that no problems occurred.

But, the next day Imarine ordered me not to be near Azarin for a while. I didn't hear the time limit clearly from him. From my point of view, it didn't matter because from the start I had no important business approaching Azarin anymore.

Even so ....

"Why did you tell me to make Azarin go away at that time? And ... yes, right now? Is the problem the same as before?" I was a little curious, trying to dig into the past and ask for an explanation.