Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 58 - Amalia's Arrival In Room

The pain in my stomach did not continue. The blow from Imarine was powerful enough to form a curve in the stomach, but it was nothing like all the pain I used to feel lately.

I got out of the room, got down to the first floor and permission to take a drink in the kitchen. The supply of drinking water is very helpful to cool the body, maybe it is also what can calm my mind now.

Passing through the hall, I saw Pero, because the night had only run one quarter, the crow was still swiftly sitting at the reception table. Maybe some people will feel calm when there are people accompanying solitude. But, the position of Pero at that time was more in a terrible direction than calming. His robot-like sitting posture staring straight instead gave the impression he looked like a horror doll at night.

"G ... Kaivan."

Until he turned away and said my name.

"There's something I can help you with tonight" then the demon crow asked.

I'm sure I'm not afraid of anything similar to ghosts. However, what Peter showed me was pretty scary. He sat in one corner of the hall room where only the corner had a dim light of lights.

This inn is far from a whole settlement, the source of pure electricity comes from a small generator, therefore we have to save even for the use of lights.

All of that synergized well when Pero spoke to me with the receptionist template sentence. I don't know why something like that feels creepy.

"Nothing, I just want to grab a drink," I replied to Peter to let me through/

"Then. Please go to the kitchen, there's still our chef."

"..."

Yeah, dinner wasn't long ago. Maybe at this time Hanz is still busy with his job cleaning the kitchen.

I walked as recommended, passed the dining room and then opened the kitchen door. The dining room itself was empty, all the food and drinks that were originally prepared had been recalled. So, I had to meet Hanz directly.

*sex

I opened the kitchen door.

*About

Then, just as the door opened, I could hear a commotion from the kitchen workspace. The water flow from the tap, the collision of some aluminum materials, and the friction from the soapy sponge.

"Hn? Ivan's? You're not sleeping?"

The one who spoke was neither Hanz, nor the little girl named Ann who was always with him. He was Farrel, our deputy who replaced me to watch over Hanz. While at the ceremony, he was sitting close to the kitchen entrance looking at Hanz from a distance.

Hanz's suspicious condition has not been lifted, at least for Farrel himself. He volunteered from the task after giving me time to rest on the hard work of leading a meeting pondering who the murderer was.

"I just want a drink" I told Farrel, not even looking at his face.

At first I wanted to pick it up myself, but the stuff in the kitchen was too much so it was difficult for me to find the source of that place. Coupled with Hanz's uproar, I found it hard to get into his scope of work.

"Ann, get him some water."

Until finally Hanz spoke for himself ordered the little girl there.

The position of the girl turned out to be sitting not far from Farrel, beside her and only half a meter away. I didn't realize his whereabouts just now, knew his body was passing by from the side and into Hanz's kitchen work area.

The girl walked quite a distance, she took a small footing hidden under the table, then filled the glass with water as ordered for the next one to be given.

As usual, every movement of the child was so tiny I saw. He moved, ran small, reached a high place, and even brought his face closer to see every second the water fell on the glass.

Although his speech was smooth and tended to be mature, he still had a pure and clean nature in his heart. I don't know, but that's how I feel right now. He was also so cute when he put his hand and a glass on me.

After getting what I wanted, I started to leave the kitchen and leave them with a word or two.

"Wait, Kaivan."

However, there Hanz called.

"What's wrong?" I turned back and looked at him.

"I just wanted to ask. Until now, have you been seriously looking for who did the murder?"

"I never mess around."

"really?" asked Hanz while slightly playing his tone. "As long as I can see, you may not be playing. But, at the same time, you're not really serious about this either."

My eyebrows are shaken a little. I took it as an insult to all my hard work. Though, I don't see Hanz actually working other than with his duties as a chef here.

"That's because I can't point to the culprit, doesn't mean I'm not serious, Hanz," I said cynically.

"Ah ... like that, yes," Hanz replied in his signature, wind-worthy tone. "In that case, when you find out who this is, are you sure you can kill him?"

"..."

The cold tone was heard and felt to the shivering of the entire room. Farrel who heard also did not seem to want to protest, he was also tense even though he was not the target.

In gathering evidence, I'm still focused on finding out who did it. I haven't thought about what I'm going to do next. Thought about it anyway, all the members here are people I have a relationship with.

But, inevitably I have to decide. Those who set off the perpetrators are pawns prepared by Octa in this world. Those who kill are chosen and ignore their own will. I was the victim, forced to play the person I didn't control before, as well as the perpetrator.

Huft .. hah ....

"On that, we'll know later that the killer has met."

*sex

I said as I closed the kitchen door leaving the entire room.

*****

I hate to admit it, but I'm shying away from it. Because I don't want to kill anyone. Although Hanz said that they were not human, even though some of us were worth a lie, but I still did not want to brandish weapons to them.

Even so, in the near future I still have to decide. Doubt that involves feelings does hinder many decisions. So I try to use logic.

I carried the previous glass of water in hand, passed through the middle hall and climbed up the stairs so that I could enter my room. Maybe with a more conducive state in a quiet place can make my head cold.

Tap, tap, tap ....

My footsteps walked through the second-floor hallway made mostly of wood. Maybe not too hard to make noise all over the inn, but his jolt clearly crept in my legs up to my ear skull.

I entered the room, put a glass full of water, and sat on the bed to rest my body.

Hmn ...?

I looked at the corner of the room, before I remembered that the lights in this room I left were on.

"..."

For a few seconds I was daydreaming because of the awkwardness in my head.

I don't know, maybe it's just my memory that's wrong.

Until I finally shrugged my shoulders to accept all this. Such a thing is quite common when I also experience amnesia shortly after passing out of the room or something like a new room.

I stood up from the bed, walked to the side of the room to press the light switch that was designed to stick to the wall.

*Tap

The sound of the jolt of the switch along with the actual burst of light is dim because it is yellowish in color.

*Stare~

"Hn?"

Without a doubt, I looked in the direction of the suspected one. A little look and move the eyes is not exhausting enough. I can do it while walking and back to the bed. Because, the gaze I felt was not a threat, more like an intruder whose purpose was unknown.

Huft .. hah ....

I breathed, ignored the gaze on the person who was looking at the other side of the room, and went back to sitting on the bed to relax my muscles again.

"What's wrong, Amalia," said I who looked down, not looking directly because I already knew the identity of the person.

"..."

I didn't hear an answer there.

Yes, of course. Amalia is a mute girl, she can't communicate in the normal way that I talked to Imarine before. Unlike the usual, this time he came without any Pero in company. So, even the crow demon that used to represent him now could not explain his condition.

*Stare~

But, at the same time Amalia did not go or at least try to communicate with me now. He just looked at me from the corner of the room without any significant expression.

"You know, if you want to talk, why don't you use the old way you wrote on that note?"

"..."

"Perhaps you didn't have any tools before. But the world we live in is a bit different. We're acting as students again, and you should have stationery right now."

"..."

Still silent not answering.

Honestly, it's not good to talk alone. It's like I don't have a price to answer. Maybe Amalia was mute, but at least she still had a hand gesture or at least an attempt to get back at my conversation just now. No need for big things, nodding, shaking, or at least glancing the eyes is enough. However, this time he did not cause such a reaction in the slightest.

Until at one point I saw him move his hand ....

*sex

... To close the door.

The sound was certainly clearly heard by me, along with the door was seen light from the outside hall fading in the face of the door. Now we were both in the room, but not at all a sense of protest appeared on the girl.

"Why closed? You want to talk privacy about magic again?" I slightly scrunched my eyebrows.

"..."

All that's in your head is a curiosity that's revealed as a question.

*Step, step, step ....

Then, not yet had the first curiosity answered, Amalia has done a new action. He walked and approached me.

"If you want to talk about magic, you can open up now."

"..."

"No more reason to hide. So, you can talk freely and even explain everything later when you get together."

"..."

*Step, step ....

"Hmm?"

Many times, I tried to talk to Amalia. But still no response. Several times, I made eye contact with her, but there was no reply from the girl. My sentence was ignored, my view was not reciprocated, Amalia now moved on her own without being bound by any contact with me.

After closing the door, he walked over and approached me. From the side of the door, to the side of the bed I was sitting on. At every step, the conversation just passed by was not reciprocated. Up until now, she was standing right in front of me, with her expression flat.

It's weird, even for a freak like Amalia.

"Seriously, what's up, Amalia? I know, you're mute, but you should know how to answer my talk with—"

*Whoush ....

"Hhh!?"

Emotional waves.

A thick feeling. None other and none of this is from Amalia. This surge was so great in my mouth and my nose. Though I'm sure there's nothing that can make Amalia shake her feelings.

If indeed there is something that can affect the situation to this extent at an unexpected time without an obvious factor. So, I can only guess one reason where only Amalia can be the source.

His power.

He is using his power. As he used to use the emotion of anger to increase his physical strength, the surge of emotions I felt was as violent as back then. But ....

Whatisthis? This isn't anger.

I closed my eyes and held my mouth because of a strong stimulation. The reason is, these waves of emotions are different, instead of increasing my physical strength and advancing my heart, more like tickling and giving it a unique taste, something full on the tongue by taste ....

Sweet.

I tried to raise my eyes, looking at Amalia's temporary face right in front of me.

"Huh, huh, huh, hh, huh, hmn, ah. hah ...."

"H-hn?"

The flat expression that was previously on the face disappeared, he had already completely replaced his aura. The girl was breathing hard, over and over, expanding her chest, and with a face that was flushed red as if she was boiling hot.

"Wo-woi, Amalia—"

*grip

"Hhh!?"

Amalia clutched my shoulder, strong enough that my sentence was cut there.

I'm sure he wasn't using the power of his anger. But, at the same time, his strength at that time was no less powerful.

*push

Buk.

Doesn't stop there. Amalia who had been holding my shoulder also made further movements by pushing my body to fall into the mattress. Just this time I was pushed strong with such conditions, it turned out to be quite stressful as well.

My position is downstairs, sleeping on my back while being locked on the shoulder by Amalia who is in the bag. Not too neat normal sleep, force thrust, slope is formed and leaves some parts of the leg dangling on the side of the mattress.

*gluc

But, it's not important. The current situation I am facing is much more worrying.

"Huh, huh, hh, ahmn, huh," Amalia's hot heavy breath began to be exposed slightly to the surface of my skin. "If I thought I could talk to you now, Ivan."

"..."

Ha's?