VRMMO | Terris Story: Someone "Them"

16:D.[Alice Side] Another Quest, Alice's Promise

Lycoris, or Red Spider Lily; the flower that carries the symbol of death.

The two of us finally reached the most basic floor in the library; the place that had the clues to Bill's Quest riddle.

But yeah!

Making a pair of girls to go back and forth up and down dozens of floors, this Quest really sucks. If this was the real world, ordinary people would have been sprawled like corpses tofu?

But more than that, I glanced at Elcia who had started to further solve her puzzle.

"The flower of death opens the way. . ." Elcia muttered softly, repeating the sentence from within the scroll given by the demon trainer.

He moved closer to the wall where Lycoris' writing was located, and began to knock on the order of the stones; with the mind looking for some kind of trigger that 'opens the way' —how can I know his own way of thinking is not difficult, after all, we are one.

Tuk-tuk!

Tuk.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

But again, I could see clearly that Elcia was doing so with such a chaotic and too hasty move. Obviously, because I also know if his feelings are currently in a bad condition.

How long has it been since he was like this?

It's been a while and I know it, because I remember it myself.

Because this obedient girl always held back her feelings as I told her, she seemed to always be silent on the surface. Without showing a storm behind it.

It was like someone full of bandages.

Therefore, how could I possibly feel at ease when I saw his current state? Which is precisely my feeling that became more worried to know!

Based on my feelings, I called him. "Elcia."

"I'm good, Alice." she answered flatly without looking at me.

". . ."

Tuk.

Clack!

A mechanical sound rang out as Elcia knocked on one of the stone blocks before her. Then following the sound, the wall next to Elcia sank to the floor, opening a narrow passageway behind it.

"Come on." said Elcia then hurriedly, which made me even more worried about her condition.

"Elcia." call me again.

"Hurry, Alice."

But unfortunately Elcia still did not want to listen to me at all, and instead told me to hurry.

. . . This girl has been pissing me off for a long time.

And since my patience wasn't so much in the first place, I was forced to raise my voice at him.

"Where do you think you're going!" I shouted while pulling Elcia's hand, before she could enter the narrow passageway.

But even after I pulled her, Elcia only answered briefly as if her chaotic attitude was nothing. "Quest."

And with twitching eyes, I gave her a raw gift.

—Dug!

"—Agk?!"

Elcia

193/210 (-17)

And after my 37th Strength-diameter fist landed, Elcia moaned in pain while crouched holding her head.

"Acc. . ! Auuh. . . Alice. . ."

With slightly watery eyes, this girl finally looked at me. But will I let it go this time? Don't hope.

"You again?" my question while clenching one hand, without forgetting to give a knife-sharp look at him. Which is certainly answered by the hard belt of Elcia.

"Haaa. . , basic." Turning to sit next to her, I took out the bread from the bag I was carrying and gave it to Elcia.

"Here, eat."

"Maou. . ."

Without daring to refuse my words, Elcia immediately sat leaning against the wall and bit the bread I gave her.

'Really. . . Elcia. .' I said inwardly with a heavy feeling upon seeing the two Skills that were suddenly on this girl's Skill list.

Hatred [Passive] [Extra]

Cold Gaze [Passive | Active]

Hatred and cold eyes.

I can't blame her for her emotions. Those people deserve to be hated anyway, and we deserve that. But I also don't want Elcia to continue like this.

Sighing softly, I raised my right hand and stroked her head, and Elcia lowered her face. Hiding behind her hanging silver white hair, covering up the falling tears.

...———...

...———...

Looking at it like watching a movie in first-person view, I had no idea what was really going on back then.

Where'sisthis?

What the hell's going on?

Who me?

Since when am I here?

How could?

All the questions just go unanswered. But even then, I did not understand what life meant.

. . .

Some time passed, I finally understood the language, words and simple sentences. I began to understand the circumstances around me; what it meant to eat, drink, sleep and what it was to others.

At that moment, I heard that they called me "Linnea."

. . .

Time went by quickly, I was getting used to the calls they were using.

"Linneah."

"Linneah."

"Linnie!"

Yeah, that's how they called me.

But that moment didn't last long.

Because when "Linnea" was finally able to speak using her mouth, I immediately realized that this self was not the real 'me. And that's when I started to get to know who Linnea was.

. . .

Initially, when I for the first time tried to talk to 'himself', Linnea became confused and looked at her surroundings with a wide open view before being silent for a few seconds, then started crying loudly; while I was silent I did not understand.

Given that time, I could only feel amused at the behavior of the two of us. And sometimes, I teased Linnea by reminding her of that moment.

Hehe~

On the other hand, it took a long struggle to make him understand about my whereabouts back then.

Because he said, it is scary if there is a voice that suddenly immediately sounded in your head, he said. But I don't understand, where's the scary part, huh?

But I did not think too much about it myself, because if remembered, my mentality at that time was no more than a child the same as it seemed.

As we got together, Linnea started talking to me a lot. Sometimes laughing, sometimes confused or crying like a normal child.

. . .

Unfortunately without me understanding back then, my existence ended up bringing misfortune to Linnea.

What happens if someone speaks for themselves?

Simple, they would be considered abnormal.

Since only Linnea knew of my whereabouts, everyone started to think of him as a crazy child.

Even so, Linnea remained adamant and said who I am. Predictably, it ended badly for himself. And because of me, Linnea began to find her childhood no longer enjoyable.

But that was just the beginning of what we were going to get through.

. . .

I started cursing myself and hoping that things would never happen in the first place.

Thinking things weren't so late, I ended up trying to disappear.

One day, I didn't speak or answer to Linnea even though she called me. How much he did, I remained steadfast even though it felt like I was a traitor.

Justifying myself by reason of his kindness, I passed the days in silence.

Two days, three days, one week. Although I had to look at Linnea who had become miserable, I remained silent with broken feelings while continuing to apologize inwardly.

At first I myself was sure that if I was going to be forgotten, seeing that Linnea was calmer after two weeks had passed.

But after a month, Linnea brought an empty book to her room. He made a diary, writing ink sentences on his blank pages all the time. And in every single one of his writings, Linnea made it seem as if she was talking to me.

Who would have thought if I ended up losing on a piece of writing?

And when he heard me back, Linnea cried out as she said. "Don't disappear again. . . Alice. . please. . Promise. . ."

From then on, I finally changed my mind and promised her; and vowed to be with her whenever Linnea needed me.

Because me and Linnea, are one.