Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 15 - Reason And Cooperation

If sorted, there is one side of the room with an isolation mattress, one tool table, the only entrance to the exit, and the other is the side of the wall that tends to be clean with the door to the bathroom. I myself did not lean against any wall, standing in the middle of the room against the patient and facing the little child.

“Thank you for giving me the chance. If you want to hear, maybe you will realize that what I did was the right action,” said the little boy who was leaning against the wall while draping his hand.

“...”

I did not immediately reply, the first reaction was to turn back. With a loud enough voice in the night atmosphere we spoke, it could have made the patients here disturbed.

“You're worried about the situation?” ask the little boy to see my actions. “Relax, she won't wake up until I take off my magic .. so does everyone else around, they will refuse to come here until I'm completely done.”

“...”

Hmn ... so that's how it works.

Dope and distraction. I don't know this in detail yet, but maybe Amalia has the same system. That's a reasonable reason why the girl has kept her identity hidden. The conspicuous ritual of magic can be a major problem.

Even though .. yes, I still don't understand why all of those things don't work for me.

“You ... what's your name?”

“Kaivan.”

“Kaivan .. huft .. hah ... my name is Geza. You might see that I'm a child. But, I'm actually much older than you. So, get rid of the thought of the little boy on your head.”

Actually I don't fully believe it, of any shape he's a child. Not a short person who is late growth, smooth skin and body shape exactly the same as children in elementary school age.

But, if this was about equivalent magic where Pero could turn his body into a crow and an adult woman in turn.

“OK, I'll try.”

“Now I want to explain everything. But, before that I want to know what you know so far, about how you can track me and what information has been leaked.”

“I hope you dispute what I thought. Just like what I said just now, you who came here means to kill patients there.”

“No, technically you are not wrong.”

Yes, that guess was strong from the beginning. Without her notice, I remained suspicious of it given its exact same presence as my present bet.

“Then, about the destination. If asked why you're doing this, I can only say where you're doing it. I don't know the terms of your magic ritual, it might also have something to do with random deaths and victim selection.”

“Ah .. ritual magic, yes. That is not wrong, but simultaneously also not entirely true,” said the little boy arrogantly nodding in a conscious manner of the gap of error from my sentence. “Alright, go ahead. Especially about the way you found me here.”

“My way ... My way is really nothing special. I'm just following the trail of the mess you made, nothing else.”

“Hmn ... just that?” ask the child a little doubt. “But I was a little hoping to get a great answer. Remembering just this time I was detected by someone else.”

“Nothing special, I just came at a time where it was time for you to be caught. Sooner or later, the humans out there will be aware of all the traces you made.”

I refused to tell him my powers. If he doesn't tell me, that information shouldn't be given away. It's true that he didn't cut his gun on me, but that doesn't mean I should be off guard. The less weakness your enemy knows, the higher the chances you can negotiate with him.

Here I was also still keeping my concentration, my consciousness being slightly tested due to the decaying waves of emotions in the room. It feels a little similar to the magic rituals of Amalia, the environment around like moving violently like a wave of emotions forming a storm of its own.

“Alright .. I assume this is my carelessness. Maybe because it has been doing this for too long, my hand slipped a little until it was negligent to cause a second hand.”

Until now I have not felt a feeling in which this child regretted his actions. His attitude set the tone of speech, his attitude when setting the line of sight to me, and his attitude with gestures and hands, of all that he still acted like I was under him.

“Do you know, what you are doing is a crime,” I said in a slightly upset tone.

“It's okay, you and everyone else will definitely see that at first. I don't refuse, nor will I blame you for it. It's just, I'd be disappointed if you stopped at your decision now.”

“Huh? What does it mean?” back to my with a hoarse tone. “You want to say that murder for taking which is the right thing to do?”

“True ... false .. it all depends on the point of view,” he said while playing the view. “You're poking rocks at people's heads, it can go wrong. But, if you hit a thief who is running away, it can be true. Nothing is really wrong, nothing is a hundred percent right. Everything ... fickle.”

“So, you want to say that killing after magic is true?”

“Kaivan .. I did not commit murder,” he replied as he raised a relaxed voice refuting lightly. “I'm just a witch .. the witch who granted the request. If that request is death, then that's what I'll give you. Then, about the magic ritual, it is not the main purpose .. You also know ‘kan means?”

He asked me again, our conversation was more friendly even though it actually had a heavy topic. All might feel more comfortable, which makes this stuff tight is the intention of murder and the past history of this child. I didn't hear exactly how many people he killed. But, from his conversation he himself indirectly approved of all my accusations.

It is true that Amalia as a witch comes to humans who have problems, but certainly not explicitly. The girl sorted out the words, sorted out the conditions, looked at various points of view, then weighed the best solution to the problem.

So ....

“I still can't tell you that what you did was the truth,” I said while reviewing.

“Ah .. of course ... I still haven't finished explaining. My stop just wants to hear your opinion further.”

“What am I being bribed now? Do you want to run away from me after being caught like this?”

“I don't know how you look. But, I am not at all afraid ... Kaivans. The conditions in which I wanted to escape were nonexistent. If I wanted to, I could have separated your head from your body by now.”

“I told you, I'm not a killer,” again Geza said up and confirmed his position is not a criminal. “I won't kill you if you don't want to, I only kill if absolutely necessary. If you ask me why I'm talking now, it's not all I want you to let me run away. But, I just want you to understand and maybe work together.”

Work ... same ...?

I scrunched my face, looking at the child like a look of disgust and confusion. I mean, does he seriously want to spread his ideology about justifying murder?

“It seems impossible, what I want to do now it makes you stop. Nothing else.”

“Kaivan ... Kaivan .. why are you so narrow?” ask him in a tone like demeaning.

“...”

The child began to move, he began to change the standing pedestal that was originally on the back. With a bit of unique body language massaging his neck, Geza the boy walked past me, I could feel the tip of his head passing around my chest at the side.

“Try imagine, Kaivan. If you're in the position of the person there. He had a bad life, tormented by his illness for so long, with little medical capital, he had only a chance of recovery below five percent,” Geza said while looking at the bed of the patient being isolated.

“AIDS does not have a cure, but that does not mean we can just kill the sufferer,” I replied cynically while turning the body, following the direction of his vision that was explaining.

“He is very sick ... he has not asked for life, Kaivan,” he said. “His family had thrown him away, his friend and lover were already afraid of the horrors of his illness. However, medical personnel have not guaranteed his recovery.”

“...”

Geza started to smile, he reacted positively when I started to respond with a negative look. I can feel it, although the emotional waves of the sick person are disturbing, but the changes in emotional waves can be more sensitive by my sense of emotional detection.

The boy began to walk, taking the sideways pass in front of me from left to right. Not to reach for something, he made the move just because he did not want to stand still.

Look at my eyes following him. With sagging eyes muscles, my face seemed to follow his words as a whole are not wrong.

“Living longer only adds to suffering, but you still force him to live longer. What's your aim? If he cannot be healed, why is he suffering again? Do you and these people want to see him suffer longer?”

“...”

“Her skin is filled with pain and itching, her stomach is always rumbling broken can not work, even every breath is already painful with damaged organs. Then, you healthy people who do not feel the pain casually say, ‘hold all this’? Do you think they'll take it?”

Keep walking around in front of me. The tip of his head that passed in my lower view seemed to feel a hypnotism of its own. His piercing words like I'm the wrong person are complicated enough for me to accept.

“Ta-but, still all there is a cure. As severe as any disease, he has the possibility to recover.”

My words were a little random, the words came out like they were not happy because the belief was denied by Geza. But, the difficulty where I had no good reason was also unchanged, in the end the speech came out unfounded.

“Drugs do not cure his disease, all the objects here only delay his death. In fact, if he died first, he did not need to feel the pain drag on. Did you guys really enjoy this view?”

“Not .. not that, all that is given is a form of struggle. Because .. I believe no one wants to die in this world. He has fought, all have fought, no one wants death.”

*Step!

Suddenly Geza the little boy stopped, his shoes jolt very hard in the quiet room at night.

“...”

“...”

I was there getting carried away to be quiet, it felt like he was daydreaming and was a little annoyed by my answer just now. From the various atmospheres that came, there was a bitter taste mixed with spicy on my tongue now.

“Aha, ahaha, ahahaha ..”

“...”

But all of that was destroyed suddenly. The boy laughed gradually. His voice is so terrible, or even tends to be disgusting because it is carried by a small child. Even so, the pressure he conveyed was quite pronounced.

“Hahah, Kaivan,” called him who had cleared his throat and turned his face right at me. “Do you know the story of boiled frog?”

“Katak ... boiled?”

I don't go into too many stories, but at least my knowledge of fairy tales isn't superficial. From the beginning of the story of the formation of a mountain from a child who likes his own mother, the story of a man who built a hundred statues for the woman of his dreams, or the story of a child who was cursed to stone.

Of all the stories, some are also slightly implied small fables. But, the story about the boiled frog did not pass at all in my head.

“It's a simple story. What do you think happens when a living frog is put in hot water? Will he be quiet?”

“Katak is not a heat resistant animal, so obviously he will run away and jump from hot water.”

“Iya, true .. yes, that's normal. All living things have an instinct to detect their respective dangers and blur if needed,” he said quite cheerful as it has been understood. “But, Kaivan .. what happens if a frog is placed in cold water that is slowly heated?”

“Hn? Slowly?” my words examine the meaning of the question.