The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 35 - Position Exposed

Along the road that became the track, Hazel saw for herself that indeed her face was plastered markedly on paper that was deliberately affixed to every corner of the village building. Not just a picture of himself, but there is a line of action on people to look for him.

His mouth was silent, unable to speak anymore. Confused, all of this was too sudden for his common sense to comprehend. Not knowing how to defend himself in front of people later, because he knows he is alone at the moment without anyone to side with him.

Within about three meters to his house, it turns out that there are many convoys of humans gathered there. Some of them carried torches and sharp spears that were shuffled into the air.

I don't know what they're cheering for, but Hazel knows it must be about her. When his body was brought forcibly to approach towards all of them, the person who carried him immediately shouted to take over everyone's attention.

“Hei all! Look who I brought!”

Just as the fanfare ahead stopped for a moment, they turned to the source of the voice. Seeing Hazel, their beads squeaked sharply. Before long the noisy cheers reverberated in the darkness of the night.

“That's him! The whore we've been looking for everywhere! How did you catch him? Though we have been looking for it in the forest, but never found where it is,” said one of them, his body took a step forward.

Hazel's two hands, which were held tightly, are now released. Her small body was pushed roughly at the man who spoke earlier.

“It's easy, we're not looking for it. He came alone. But for that competition, it still happens, right? Because without us, he would definitely run away again,” replied with a sly smile.

Hazel's body had changed hands, held by a fierce-looking man. His expression was like he was ready to kill Hazel at any moment.

Before long, the crowd that was still shouting was silent again. The sea of men is divided because someone comes from behind, they give way.

The debt collector, or the man named Widson they were referring to, he came towards Hazel with a smile full of satisfaction. In his hand was a bag of money and a few grams of gold that he had already thrown at the three girls who were asking for payment.

“Good work, you three can go,” he said, his gaze landing on Hazel again, pulling forcefully from the fierce man's hand.

“Release. She's mine. I'll decide what punishment he deserves,” pinta Widson, his maniacs cross sharply.

“Wait first. Like your accusation that she is a prostitute who likes to gather girls to be hired, it is better for her to be burned alive with the house she lives in!” He still refuses to let Hazel go.

While Hazel herself, not wanting to be silent and accept the accusation as if it was true, finally with the rest of her energy she pushed the body of the man who had her in the back.

“Stop! Let me speak first,” cried Hazel, her body away from them all. Crossing both hands in front of his chest, his legs trembled slightly.

“First of all, what do you mean spread such false accusations? How can you say I'm a whore? You even accuse me of being a ranger for people who want to sell themselves! Are you twisting the facts now?”

All these words Hazel meant to Widson, the man with the face still full of bruises and the forehead covered by bandages. There was no fear after being asked questions, as if Widson had expected this to happen.

“How can you still evade when many witnesses complain about your depraved behavior?” Widson asked back. He clapped his hands several times as a code to call someone.

It turns out that more than one person came. About five attractive-looking girls, who are predicted to be the village flower here, all face Hazel.

They look like they are frustrated and holding grudges. Two of them were crying too. More like pretending to cry.

“These five girls are victims of your rotten plan, Hazel. They admit themselves that you always force them to do disgusting things, you also always lure them with some money,” said Widson, wanting to further corner Hazel.

“What?! Stop saying nonsense!” argue Hazel. He really did not understand why Widson had so far intended to destroy him.

“Who is bullshit here? You can only evade, but clearly there is evidence here. More than these five girls, there's still more if you want me to show you,” Widson said fearlessly.

“That's right, Hazel. We're tired of covering it all up. You're a complete hypocrite. You can do this to a fellow woman. My future is ruined because of your incitement!” One of the five girls started talking.

It makes the residents who have been silent since then now back up their voices. They asked to do the punishment to Hazel. Some were also whispering, mocking Hazel while giving a cynical look.

The parents of the five girls also performed the role perfectly, they cried while resting. As if feeling disappointed because their girls became victims of this case.

“Through this incident, we must be more careful if there are new residents who will settle in this village. Who knew he was a demon like him. His behavior is truly unforgivable. Plain face and song can not be trusted if she is a good girl,” whispered one of the residents clearly.

Widson who saw that his plan went well, widened the winning smile. Plus now he saw for himself that Hazel was being cornered, his terrified expression making him satisfied.

“No!” Hazel screamed loudly, her face reddened with tears, and her neck was also veined with a strong yell.

When his manic catches a stranger, Hazel feels helped. He saw a middle-aged woman who had once helped him. He's Marrie, the owner of the shop where Hazel works.

Hurriedly he approached her, pulling Marrie from the crowd to speak in front of everyone. Hoping to say that all this time he did not do anything strange, because every day never absent to not work.

Hazel's trembling hands touched the middle-aged woman's wrinkled fingers, her gaze as if to be asked for help. This is the only hope Hazel has.

“Mistress Marrie, please tell me the truth you know about me. You know that I'm not a nice girl who never fucks around? I've always worked at your place, I couldn't possibly gather other girls and sell them.”

But unfortunately, Marrie had not spoken to say what happened, Widson quickly attacked.

“Halah! It's free for you to ask the old woman for a voice, which people see and think is the evidence. How can you avoid it again? People like you won't be able to escape, just accept your punishment,” Widson said as she pulled Hazel's arm.

“Let me go! Let Madame Marrie talk first,” Erang Hazel, trying to hold her body weight so as not to be dragged by the man.

The fierce-looking man who had previously held Hazel, was now holding her. More precisely restraining the movement of Widson who wants to take Hazel away.

“Where are you going to take him, sir? As per the agreement of the citizens here, we all want this girl burned alive with the house she lived in, her throw-away”, further tightening her grip.

“Because the man she was rumored to be with does not exist now, it is better that this girl was given a punishment. It is feared that if he is released tonight, the man with whom he will take him on the run,”.

Widson, who had the intention to take Hazel away from the village and start a business in a new village, certainly did not want the punishment to burn the girl.

“Forget. Let me give him the punishment myself. From the beginning I held this competition, so I have the right to decide how to punish him,” Widson replied, again pulled Hazel's arm.

Hazel, who was being pulled here and there, could only cry. Resisting the fear and pain in both hands that are sure to have bruises. Moreover, Widson clasped Hazel's hand right on the bracelet, making the bracelet grip the skin until it turned reddish.

“Let Hazel go.” This is Marrie talking, she can't stand to see Hazel being treated like that.

“Hah? You old lady don't know anything, better shut up! Don't let us think that you're conspiring with this girl!” screeching Widson, he's angry that it's getting harder to get Hazel out of here.

Hazel's problem is not finished here yet, surprisingly the residents who gathered and crowded in front of Hazel's house suddenly run around in fear.

Don't know what they're afraid of, but they're all out of the crowd. Makes the atmosphere not conducive. Their bodies pushing each other, many of them falling.

“A-there is a human like a fox rampaging there!” Once said someone who managed to speak and explain a little what really happened.

Hearing the words ‘robah’ Hazel so stop crying. His heart stopped beating for a while, thinking if perhaps they meant Lynx?

But didn't Lynx say goodbye to going to her own duani? Or from the beginning did the man not go and choose to stalk Hazel from a distance?

“Hah? Humans like foxes? What do you mean?” Widson held off one person who happened to pass by, wanting to ask further.

“I-it's right! He has a tail and ears. His mouth fanged, his fingernails were very sharp. Some of its body has orange fur. His body is tall and large. He's so scary! Quick go, he managed to injure some people back there!”

After giving the dense enough information, the person again meleos away. He ran in a mess of fear. Slowly the crowd began to grow. Finally it looks how the fox man looks that people fear.

“Lynx?!” Hazel shouted in surprise, her eyes not blinking at all when she saw her bare-chested lover.

Showing his chest filled with feathers, also his posture that has begun to resemble a big fox. Sweating everywhere, Lynx was already blindly messing with this place.

“Isn't that the man you were with in the forest the other day? What happened to his body until it could be like that?” Widson was a little horrified to see the figure in front of him.

While Marrie who is still flinching in his place, came to see the figure of Lynx who he knew by another name.

“Edgard? Ti-impossible.” From the look on his face, Marrie seemed to know and understand the story of the creature.

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