Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
94: Regrets Always Come Late
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
"Well! What kind of joke are you chanting, Miss? I was a policeman. My side is very neutral. Suspecting people without evidence like this, isn't it defamation?" ask Nich, indifferent. He doesn't seem to be hiding anything. And that's the part Haz suspects the most.
"If it's true you didn't do something" Whisk said, interrupting Haz and Nich's conversation. "I'll find out soon enough. I wouldn't hesitate to throw yourself into Alcatraz Prison if you dared to lie." The reddish-browed man stared intently at Nich. His gaze shifted and his gaze began to warm up as he stared towards the woman he liked.
"I dare to guarantee that I am not in a relationship with anyone. Anyway, you guys must know something about this case. Especially you, Miss Lify," Nich said confidently.
"If I knew something, what would you do?" ask Haz, challenge.
"I'm not going to do anything. You have a very scary back-up," Nich replied as he glanced at the Whisk and smiled faintly at the reddish-browed man.
"If you think that I'm going to rely on Whisky Woods, then you're wrong. I could've destroyed you if you dared to assortment" said Haz.
"Destroying me with yourself?" nich asked, not believing what Haz said.
Haz grinned widely regardless of Nich's question, leaving the policeman confused and very curious about the statement delivered by the long-haired woman.
"No need to think about it" said the blatant Whisk. "The more you think, you'll never solve a puzzle related to Hazelia Lify."
"What did you tell me?" ask Nich, suspecting Whisk.
If you have to be honest, Haz and Whisk are lovebirds who can get others caught up in their maze-like game. Even a professor.
"You think all the things you throw are nonsense?" Nich grows increasingly suspicious of Haz, who he thinks holds many secrets. Small or big.
"You think?" Haz shrugged both of his shoulders while grinning sweetly.
"Eitherway. I also don't know what Miss is thinking" Nich said. Finally, she ignores Haz's sweet smile towards her. He thought the smile was a mockery and a horror to be avoided.
Haz let out a long sigh as he looked towards Zenneth, whose face paled, in frustration. He did not believe that Zenneth could be attacked. In fact, he was in a place that many people and very safe—according to Haz.
"Do you want to blame yourself again?"
The question posed by the Whisk successfully made Haz turn towards the man. The woman looked at the Whisk fixedly, before finally answering, "Right. I want to blame myself. Again. Everything that happens, whether to Tyas Reddish, or to Zenneth, or to those who have been harmed. Everything was my fault. The enemy is too easy to catch. Makes me not think about other people. I feel so guilty. To Tyas Reddish is the greatest."
"But, you can't save everyone, Hazelia ...," said Whisk, trying to persuade Haz that the long-haired woman doesn't blame herself for everything that's happened.
"At least, I can prevent it."
