>>6048109The palm of your hand does indeed impact with the side of his face. Though it is a rather light smack, perhaps lighter than even you expected, and does not leave a mark. He brings his hand up to rub his cheek a strange expression on his face, “What the hell- I mean- Pray tell, why did you decide it would not be important to inform me of,” Your words fail you so you settle on roughly gesturing to his entire being. It gets your point across well enough you suppose.
“I’m sorry?” He seems more confused than anything at your display.
“Well, yes you should be. However, that does not answer my question.”
“She wants to know why you didn’t tell her you’re from Earth, Asher,” Marie very helpfully interjects.
“Yeah, I think I got that it’s just,” He trails off.
“Just what? Hm? I’m waiting. Or perhaps you thought my continued ignorance of my mortality was of no consequence? Is that it?” He’s starting to look uncomfortable with your confrontation. Good.
He grasps for words that will not form for many a moment before he speaks again, “Sorry? That’s not something I ever expected to get out, you know? So, uh, please don’t tell anyone?”
“Better yet, how did my father come to learn of this? Learn before me even? Hm?”
The Inquisitor groans, accepting his fate of facing an interrogation by an irate princess before bed, “Why don’t you two come inside?”
“Alyssa, could you make us some tea?” At your order the maid bows before Asher ruins it.
“But I don’t own any tea…”
“Never mind, Alyssa. Please prepare a table instead.”
“Of course, commander.”
Marie and her are the first to enter which leaves both you and the Inquisitor a moment to yourselves outside. Or well you kind of force the moment by placing a hand on his shoulder and making him stay back. He looks at you, confused, before you lean in and whisper, “Don’t let it happen again,” Yet, what you think is going to be a harsh reprimand comes out softer than it has any right to.
“It’s not like this is something that can even happen again- Oh, you’re already gone,” He mumbles to himself as you walk into his decrepit shack a blind man may call a house.
Once the Inquisitor shuts the door and Alyssa fixes the only table in the house with the lit lantern and pulls out your seat do you let your body relax. It’s been a stressful couple of hours, and that’ll only get worse once the next day comes and people are actively looking for you. You don’t envy the you of the future, but for now, you can rest and plot a course of action. After all, you’re the leader here of course and you have three people waiting on your every word.
“Now, Asher as an apology I want you to divulge all the information you have. What is your Cheat Skill, your history with Lord Beneger, How exactly I died, who could have leaked this information, and their possible motive. You may begin.”
