You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 97

This drowsiness won’t stop me, if anything, it will help me let all the feels out.

’Alright girl~ let’s do this~’

"...mmk...hkmm Hm~"

The rough hum didn’t get to make much noise. It only dedicated itself to hurting my throat as more of the song was hummed. Nevertheless, I still continued to force it out.

’~ How you feeling? How we~ feel right now??’

"...hm–kMMm–..mm~"

’We’ve been so down and under pressure~~~ But girl~... We’re way too fine to be this stressed, Hell yeah!!’

"Mmmm~~!"

’You’re not the girl we were or used to beeeee~~... Biatch, honey ~.....’

Giving her a naughty smirk as I sang in my head a bit of an improvised lyrics, I winked at my confused, but excited girl, who listened with interest to the cool song and said the next phrase making the most badass queen pose our body could manage.

’WE ARE D*MN BETTER~~~!!!’

Moving my shoulders as best as I could, letting my hands and legs swing to the memory of the melody, I made our body dance in a sophisticated way.

’Hehe! Okay! O~kay... Alright! A’~~right...’

"...~"

’That’s it, honey! Isn’t it fun?!’

Marianne began to let herself be guided by my own ecstasy. I could feel her surrender to my growing joy as I sang more and more of the song.

’...~ I’ve got a feeling We gon’ be alright~~ Oka~y? HwahaHaha’

"... Mhmmm... hm–...m... mm....~ hmm..."

’Oh?... Hmm, It’s still low but... Alright! Let’s keep this up!’

Noticing that our hums began to be less raspy as more we got into it, my excitement got bigger, not only by how fun and productive this was turning out to be but because the best part of the song was closing in.

’Here we go, Anne! Follow me! ~ In a minute~ I’ma need a~ sentimental~ panda woman~ to pump me UP!’

"Hm! Hm~~..?!"

’PhwaHaha! I’m talking about you, Anne! You’re my red panda woman~!!’

I laughed at her reaction, her surprise totally screamed a shocked "what is this woman even saying??" type of retort. Her astonishment was basically coming out from our pours because of how big an impression my choice of words had done.

’Haha! How–’

"... f...Un...!"

Oh? I guess our efforts did work a bit. Now even one of the words I was to say in my head came out from my pasted lips!!!

’Fufu~ Alright, our throat feels like it’s going to be ripped apart, so let’s end it here..... But... that was fun. Right Anne?’

"...~"

I guess, having a good mood does help with this matter. This is a great discovery. Maybe having fun and letting our body forget about what has us on edge might be a good strategy to develop our voice from now on.

Our practice session did start to feel more like a compulsory responsibility than an entertaining activity some time ago...

The sound and volume still don’t compare to how well it was before our crisis, but it’s clearly better than the last time we tried to hum two days ago.

I guess I should also sing this song more often to train our vocal cords since Marianne seems to like it... Cool....

’Hey, stop dragging our body to keep dancing. It feels like something is pushing me up in the air hahaha!’

She was still in the mood to continue the solo mute dancing session, which was terribly adorable. If not because I had things to do, I would just sing a song out loud in my head for her to keep having fun without humming.

But if I want her to have more spare time to do it, I have to get over the bothersome research as fast as I can.

This is not only for her enjoyment... Honestly, She is too stiff when dancing to my times kind of music... I won’t let this go unnoticed. If we can’t twerk by the time we recover our voice... Let the heavens drop their fury on me.

This nice booty cannot let its roundness go to waste.

".~..~..."

... Alright, let’s stop the nonsense.

’Hey, Anne. I hate to be a party pooper, but, I need to study.’

"??!?!!"

’Agh..... Yes, that’s right. I said I have to study. No need to be so surprised..... Tsk, I know it’s against my principles. But I have to do what I have to do.’

With a bit of a ticked-off expression to her shock, almost sighing, restraining the little regret coming from how well she has deciphered my personality, I slowly walked towards our tiny minimalistic organized desk as I took the recently acquired books with me.

Seating down on the round wooden stool kind of chair, I picked a few papers from the drawer and turned the studious mode on opening the designated text.

*******

"..."

’NO. F**KING. WAY... This can’t be real, right? Marianne...?...Tell me it’s not true and this is from another era...’

"....." — In her silence, she lamentedly confirmed that it was certainly true.

....This is on a whole other level.

’T– This... This World is....’

It’s completely different to my old world!!!!!! Shitty author! You f***ing ch*v of a n***er!!

Hnnnng!!!!! This!... This... I–I need to confirm this. An old children’s book can’t be that reliable, right???

’Marianne, sorry about this but, I need to take a quick look at your journal... I do believe when you say it’s true but... I need to see it and... make it clear.’

She felt a bit reluctant but still agreed to my request after a little pause, probably realising I was a bit bewildered.

Although I had already taken a look when we barely knew each other, I understand why she could feel more uncomfortable now that we know a LOT more about each other.

What’s written there is not something anyone wants to show, more so to the ones closest to us.

But, Sorry Marianne. I’ll only take a look at the dates, so... bare with it.

Carefully, restraining my urge to get the hidden journal out of the drawer in quick desperation only to show Marianne the respect she deserves for letting me look at it again, I took the easy-to-find false bottom and pulled out the abandoned journal.

’Alright... This time I’ll pay more attention to ALL the dates... not just a few like last time.’

I must have missed truly crucial numbers back then if what that d*mn book says is true...

Opening the diary with a loud beating heart, I started to look at the dates of every page from the very first until the one that confirmed the results of my research to be real dared to appear.

’Uh... Alright uh...’

[ 9. 9. 272]

’... 272... That’s obviously the year when she began this journal...’

With that first date, I continued and turned to the next page and the next and the next one for a while without taking into account the repeating year.

[ 12. 9 ] [ 13. 9 ]... [ 15. 9 ] [ 16. 9 ]...[ 17. 9 ] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

[ 18. 9]....

’Bloody hell... The beginning... it’s almost every day she wrote...’

... [ 24. 9 ] [ 25. 9 ]... [ 27. 9 ] [ 28. 9 ]

[ 29. 9 ] [ 30. 9 ]

"..."

’..... Please.....’

Flip

[ 32. 9. 272 ]

’..... It can’t be...’

[ 33. 9. 272 ]

Flip flip schliff schliff...

..... [ 29. 10 ] [ 31. 10 ]...

[ 32. 10 ] [ 34. 10 ]

[ 1. 1. 273 ]...

"... k.."

Reacting to my disbelief, our throat let out a short dry and low hawk. Riffling over the pages in impatience to see if it truly wasn’t an enormous mistake she had committed while feeling traumatized, I searched for more dates that shouldn’t be there.

Sadly... it wasn’t a mistake. And, for my misfortune... It also wasn’t from another era as I had begged Marianne to lie to me before.

Then...

’Oh sh*t... We... Maybe the original story will start sooner than I had thought??...’

The Autumn Ball... Should start in three of this world’s months... Only IF I follow the interval of my world.

’... I need to make some calculations...’

Drawing nearer my source of information, I went over the tabulated kind of calendar printed on it.

[ 327 days make our Ama Dhemnih, The Sanguine Cinder Realm’s Calendar.

Gifted by ten blessed Months, our days has’t becometh distributed as:

Adet. — 35 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period.

Blexalt. — 34 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period.

Epz. — 33 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period. On its 3rd exchange, Autumn is to unfold in our Vast Lands.

Ovh. — 32 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period.

Qrokmm. — 30 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period. On its 19th exchange, Winter will coat the no more green Vast Lands.

Syvusk. — 35 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month’s period. Nonetheless, Beware, these Lands residents... For this Month’s conclusive nine days entangle great danger as Fehuh shall descend with a blood moon on the 27th exchange.

Vravenn. — 29 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month.

Frurird. — 32 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month. On its 8th exchange, Spring shall melt all whiteness and dye it colourful with its soon-to-bloom rots.

Kraracius. — 33 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month.

Zate. — 34 alternations of our Sun and Moon make this Month. On its 24th exchange, Summer ought to warm our Lands now, for the Sun attains joy to see a new year slowly arrive.]

"..."

’Right... So that’s what the Duke referred to... Frurird... and Zate..... Those are two of this world’s months... And... Heh... "Sanguine Cinder Realm"... What an elaborate name for a material world...’

These unknown and unusual matters I’ve come to learn... Has started to make my stomach shrink and slowly drain me of blood...

My feet felt cold as ice thanks to this revelation.

The little energy I had, started to fade from our legs...

After comprehending the obvious difference between what I used to know...

Right now... nothing seems to be certain in my eyes...