My Little Devil's

Can't remember a thing

This morning as usual the sun came out from the surface of the blue clouds that spread widely let the golden sheen not too hot it radiated where the place.

The atmosphere of the morning is so beautiful with the fresh air of the city of Brusell that has never been polluted makes a breath of relief in the morning.

This is what Jirome enjoys. On the way to his master's residence. He took the time to enjoy the flower arrangement on the outskirts of the City and the blue nyiur that coiled on the ceiling there.

Beautiful and well-organized.

That's the right word labeled on the City of Brusell which is very prioritizing the beauty, cleanliness and progress of the City called Lain Fantasy City.

Yet. After some time enjoying this peace suddenly his phone rang and automatically Jirome saw it.

"Why did you call so early?!" jirome murmured because Maxwell didn't normally contact him this early.

Unwilling to second-guess Jirome finally raised the call while staring at the street area.

"Good Morning. The master! You're.."

"Bring Doctor Ken here!" maxwell's audible tone was still with his trademark commanding and arrogant tone.

"good. Master!"

"5 minutes."

"A.."

Jirome had not had time to answer that connection immediately died unilaterally. His breath outstretched looking at the clock on his burly wrist that showed at 6 a.m.

"What's wrong with sir? She doesn't usually ask Doctor Ken to come to the residence. Is he sick?!" muttered Jirome asked herself.

Butbut wait. Usually if his master was lightly injured according to the presumption of the man then he could take care of it himself. But, Now call Doctor Ken to come. Isn't this weird?

Or the.. Or maybe last night there was an attack on the residence to make the Master seriously injured? Shitt's.

"I have to get there immediately." muttered Jirome giving a message first to Doctor Ken to immediately go to the Residence on the orders of his Master.

He drove a fast car even passed some vehicles that had been lazy he tikung because he wanted to enjoy the Morning. But, unfortunately that sunny morning he had to end for this time.

.....

In a different place. Still in the atmosphere of elegant luxurious rooms that have changed the image of being a death lookout room with evidence all the items that were originally neatly arranged now have fallen apart on the floor.

Torn curtains and broken glass, Ceramics are everywhere. If you do not choose a step, make sure your feet will be exposed to flakes of this sharp object.

But. Thankfully, everything was going normally. The figure of the woman who last night smashed the room and stabbed her stomach was turning back into an adorable little boy who was unconscious on the sofa.

"Daddy!" he felt his shoulder area hurt. He wriggled in the padded blanket until his shoulder was really sore.

"D..Daddy's hicks."

"Hm," flat muttered Maxwell who was sitting pensively on the edge of the sofa with a mind breezing buana.

He turned his head with the same cold gaze breaking through the clear ash bead that looked still softly looking at him.

"D..Dad!"

Maxwell remained silent. He saw that Evelyne's beautiful face was so pale and withstood the pain of last night's wound.

He really still does not believe and cannot digest what really happened. As the woman looks agitated Maxwell follows her towards the bathroom but upon arrival there little Evelyne is already drenched in blood near the Shower.

"D..Dad! S.sickness.." with a miserable dashed breath.

Maxwell who had changed his work clothes looked fine. It proved that he was used to injuries like this.

But. What about little Evelyne? Of course his body last night and this morning is different in any way.

"D..Dad! L..Leen's sick."

"Your shoulder is torn," Maxwell replied without a brake.

He just looked flat at Evelyne who gasped at his sticky shoulder on this blanket. The poor boy could only remain silent with his lips still paled a sign that he could not withstand the throbbing and pain in his wound.

As a result, Maxwell took a deep breath and pushed his body with both hands pulling the blanket down until he was shown with the lower shoulder Evelyne had turned watery blue carrying blood clot.

"D..Dad!"

"Sit down!"

Evelyne wanted to get up but the pulsation in the area of the wound made her tiny hand clutch Maxwell's arm that was still on the edge of the Blanket.

"D..Dad!"

"Close your eyes!" Maxwell followed Evelyne.

If you think Maxwell is going to be gentle then you're wrong. He cruelly grabbed Evelyne's nape and lifted the boy up on his forehead in koala mode.

Evelyne close her lips with a grip turned to Maxwell's chest that was not able to clean this wound because Evelyne was not fully able to approach.

"S..Be ill. D..Dad!"

"Don't cry in front of me" Tukas Maxwell got a small nod from Evelyne. This tiny innocent body resigned to the sadistic treatment of Maxwell who saw a tear wound because the bullet was not so deep for him but this was fatal for little Evelyne.

"D...Dad!"

He wiped away the rest of the blood and this watery mucus melts without caring if Evelyne occasionally took pain with a firm grip to his chest.

"illness?" minuscule Maxwell is still in his demonic mode.

"T.no. D..Dad!"

"Curtainly," said Maxwell just a lazy whimper. Until when will this boy always be stalking her? He was very uncomfortable with the world that Evelyne brought.

After seeing this wound deep enough. Maxwell paused for a moment considering whether he should sew it? But, there's no way Evelyne's going to put up with the injection device and the scissors.

"You ever get a knife?" maxwell asked but his hand predicted how many stitches he would make here.

"P.. Ever. Dad!"

"When?"

"When help Bubu cook!" evelyne answered, opening her eyes. He admired the handsome face of Maxwell who looked so masculine and so charismatic.

"You want to be stitched?" maxwell asked, keeping Evelyne quiet.

"J..Sew?!"

"Hm. I'm not a doctor. But, it can overcome your injuries," replied Maxwell who got a good response in Evelyne's eyes.

The innocent boy smiled and nodded as if he thought Maxwell wanted to treat his wounds. But, the way this man did was still not thought of by Evelyne.

"really? Dad!"

"Yes or not?" maxwell doesn't want to waste his time. Moreover, the arrival of Doctor Ken too long while he wants to work as soon as possible.

"D..Daddy's doing it?"

"Hm," muttered Maxwell and immediately got Evelyne's innocent nod. Seeing that Maxwell immediately stood up with one hand holding Evelyne who leaned his head against this sturdy sturdy shoulder.

He felt very protected when clearly Maxwell always made him in hell every day.

"Dad!"

Maxwell did not answer. He took this medicine box back to the couch and he put Evelyne there without saying much at all.

"Dad! that's what?"

"Iron," Maxwell bluntly briefly took out an injection device from inside the medicine box.

He looked for the bottle of Anastasi that remained until Evelyne knitted an eyebrow at the needle Maxwell opened from his special place.

"Dad! That's what?"

"It's gonna stab you in the shoulder."

"A..what??" peeker Evelyne widened her eyes. He stared in horror at the needle that Maxwell had filled with Anesthesia and prepared some Bandages and antibiotics that were still sealed.

"You scared?!" maxwell asked full of grin.

"A.. Dad! T.no Leen dare."

"Goodoo. Stretch out your arms!" maxwell said with a face that brought intimidation to Evelyne who grew pale. He was very afraid of needles even during this time he always avoided it.

"D..Dad!"

"It's gonna hurt. I'm not lying." Maxwell insisted so much that he couldn't ease Evelyne's trembling. He was too honest with this boy that Evelyne had to bite his lips with his eyes closed tightly.

"L..Leen's ready!"

When the needle wanted to stick into his tiny shoulder suddenly Maxwell silently looked at the pale but beautiful face of Evelyne who was so obedient to him.

"He and the woman are different."

Maxwell turned to look at the wound on Evelyne's shoulder. He felt clearly if this small arm trembled and even occasionally held a gulp in his grip.

"S..Already?"

"Answer question!"

"A..Whahuh? Dad!" answered Evelyne quivering. He dared not open his eyes waiting for it to stab as Maxwell said.

"Do you remember anything?"

"A.what? Dad!"

Maxwell. If that means Evelyne doesn't remember last night, it really takes a very observant observation.

"Tonight he will change again. I can prepare it before the Devil comes."

Maxwell wanted to deepen his research. He must be more able to hold back in order to get information that is quite accurate than the great fight earlier.

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