>>3352Not only did the man's face become more wrinkled, smoke seemed to come out of his head, however, there was little time to check what exactly had happened to him. Leaving his seat, he approaches you with the same book he used against the little girl in hand.
(Man) As for you, there is no queen here nor are there sweets to distribute, only books that can nourish you, like this one in hand but, bah, I have no rhythm, don't remind me of that accident. (...) Right, shhh......
With half-closed eyes and a discouraged voice, he returns to his chair to continue reviewing and sealing books in a very particular way, one that seems to ignore the silence orders that demand so much, even. At this moment, the strange gazes are now fixed on him, however, even with the relief that this brings to the weirdo, she did not give you any response, not even to your gestures, the blow to her head was so strong that it left her a little dazed.
(...)
Everyone in the library was disturbed by your desperate screams, which fortunately did not last long, and fortunately, also, this time the man did not complain, he looked tired and perhaps regretful but you don't know exactly what.
Maria | Telepathy SUCCESS
(Maria) (...yes, that's how suspects act!)
Even from the girl's words... or thoughts full of energy, her face gave an indication of something else, she looked from side to side, nervous.
(María) (This... could I have been wrong again?)
Was he thinking out loud, or well, thinking out loud? Who knows, the only sure thing here is that whatever the girl tried, it doesn't seem like it turned out the way she expected.
Maria | Read thoughts SUCCESS
You could feel strange sensations in your head, they were like light vibrations that became a little stronger each time you provided mental explanations to the girl. While all this was happening, Maria just stared at you while caressing Punpun, and once you finished, the vibration decreased.
(Maria) (So Earendyl, you were just walking around and... ugh, what do you think, Punpun?)
(Punpun)...
(Maria) (Okay! But only between us, huh.)
Knowing that no one would hear them, María moved closer to your ear.
(Maria) (A few weeks ago I fell out of bed because I was scared by thunder, my little head hurt and it no longer helped me move or grab things like before, so my teacher didn't trust me as much anymore...) (...) (Ehhh... what were we up to? Ah! Yes!)
She moves away from your face and then holds your shoulders, her face lit up with her smile.
(Maria) (My teacher is investigating a series of disappearances, so I want to help her trust me again! I only found out... finding out, that! It's not like I had secretly followed her to hear things I shouldn't have, although I really wanted something else...)
He starts playing with the paper he was reading recently. He bends it, presses it with his finger... but stops dead as soon as he registers your condition to help.
(Maria) (The Queen? Like I'm telling you, I don't know, and about that... hey! What do you have with her breasts? You already look like those strange monks.) (...) (I understand, look, if you help me you could ask Professor Risa, she is someone very important and very pretty with pink hair, so she must know important people to take you to the Queen!)
(Punpun)...Leaving the paper aside, she begins to move the doll in such a way that it acts as if it were dancing.
(Maria) (Punpun approves of this, so let me explain what I know.)
Assuming that you are going to help her, the girl sits on the floor, an old wooden one that creaks at the slightest movement.
(María) (Some police officers entered the detective school to contact my teacher, they explained to her about some... 7 disappearances? They were like us, but from important families.)
Unexpectedly, the girl grabs your hands and looks at you with some concern.
(María) (A-Are you from such a family of millionaires, Eärendyl?) (...) (Anyway...)
After thinking about it a little, she convinced herself that it was difficult for you to have a family like that.
(Maria) (From here on I didn't understand anything else because of all those strange words and phrases, except that the kidnapper always somehow knows how the police act, and leaves them what seem to be clues... from strange drawings, an object, colors, and now... eh... this?)
She grabs the paper she left next to her again.
(María) (So I came to the library! As they say that intelligent people come here, I should become intelligent as a consequence!) (...) (But I still don't understand anything, nothing. I agree with the police, this doesn't sound like anything like a poem, I didn't even read one! and it seems to be by someone very sick in the head. They asked my teacher for her participation in solving the case, a very, very secret participation. Once they left, at the slightest carelessness I grabbed the original text and I copied it, how did I do all this without being detected? I don't even know! I don't even remember! Not to mention that it was yesterday... what do you think, Punpun?)
(Punpun)...
(Maria) How I adore you, Punpun!
That he seemed so happy without the response you might have heard coming from the doll could be something very strange, something funny, or very disturbing. At the end of the day, the girl hands you the mysterious paper, a crumpled and somewhat torn one.
(María) (The only bad thing about all this is that I lost track of my teacher, but I know that she must be somewhere in the city of Belladanza! On the back of the original paper it indicates that the kidnapping begins in that place today.)
(Man) What are you doing sitting there? This is not a hotel, get out! Books are read here!