Chapter TWELVE: "The Residents, Barley V."

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"However..."

"When it comes to your second question..."

"That all depends on what that..."

"T-That 'CULTIST'!!.. told you first!!"

A stern eye cast to Martin from Castrol and the burly man flinches unsteadily before attempting to walk to his defence when he is suddenly stopped midway.

Stopped by Barley's guard dog!

"...Hm..."

Millie casts a sharp eye behind her to Martin, who's strained expression is worth more than a thousand words.

Just what really happened at red square?

Arteus stands between Martin and Castrol as Castrol's retelling of the events is about to begin.

"W-Well?"

"Well what Cassey?"

"W-What did that man tell you mother."

Castrol poses the question as Martin shifts uncomfortably in place trying and failing to get passed Arteus.

"..."

"That is for me to know."

"I will act as judge here."

"Your only role now is to tell me your side of the story... Cassey"

"..."

"R-right."

The command was clear. And despite being squirmish and uncertain of how to procced at first.

The village chief regained his composure.

And begun...

"F-Fine..."

"I-it all started to crumble when you left the square."

In Castrol's retelling of the events at Barley.

The moment everyone had come to terms with the fact that Millie had left the square.

One person reacted quickest to the realization.

That person was Lilly.

The granddaughter of Millie and the first person to almost impulsively start walking to the door before anyone had even decided what form of action they should take.

AS she approached the door, head tilted to the ground to forebode no emotion she was suddenly stopped by a shout.

"Lilly!"

The voice came.

She ignored.

Until suddenly a hand reached out and yanked her back.

"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

The person who yanked her yelled.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!"

He shouted.

"JUST GIVE US SOME TIME TO THINK THINGS OVER AND THEN WE'LL--"

He shouted in a panic... when...

"Will 'they' give Granny time to save everyone?"

Lilly turned to face her assailant.

Her eyes were already streaming.

Her face was already a mess.

She carried the expression of someone who believed they had already lost what they sort.

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