chapter 36: Bell

"You ... you ..." Sascha stammered, eyes wide with shock. Had she imagined it? true? Yes, she was a mere human with a little more magic than usual, but still, she was a mere human! How could she, a mere human woman, understand the language of pixies? It was impossible after all! Sascha secretly breathed into her heart.

Gradually, the rhythm of her heartbeat slowed down, and by the time she began to calm down, the little thing buzzed closer to Sascha's nose. "What's wrong with me?" He spoke again, and by the tone of his voice, he seemed confused.

It wasn't a dream! Sascha got so scared that she almost fell out of bed. Luckily, Blue Wings was close to her and at the last second, a handful of Sascha's clothes were grabbed by the creature. Giving rise to a completely surreal scene where a human hung over the void at the edge of the pallet and was held by a butterfly with large indigo blue wings.

"What's the matter with you? Do you like to slip so much? " Blue Wings gently placed the human back on the pallet. "This is the second time you've nearly fallen to the ground since I've known you." She paused slightly and asked him looking puzzled. "Is it some strange human custom?"

Sascha's eyes widened, some strange human habit? Do not play! Who of her right mind would like to fall on her butt? However, all of this was unimportant right now, what was truly important was ...

"How can I understand you?" Just this question, when she went to sleep the lyrical and rich sound of the pixies was like silver bells swaying in the wind, but then waking up could she understand her language? This was weird! Sascha couldn't help but give the pixie a suspicious look.

"Don't look at me like I'm a thief!" Blue Wings complained loudly, as she beat the air furiously with her wings. After this, she went on to explain to the human the events that led to the current situation. Wisely leaving aside, the fact that that single drop of nectar could have killed both her and her children of hers. Although the latter was something that neither he nor his queen knew. Nor could they imagine who the father of both children was. If things had turned out differently and something bad happened to the growing children or their mother, the little kingdom of the pixies would have been doomed to extinction.

Without knowing the reason Blue Wings shuddered. She rubbed her arms up and down, suddenly felt as if someone had walked over her grave.

"Why?" Sascha couldn't stop asking. What happened to her later that he was a magnet for the beings of the Forest? She only wanted peace to see her children born and grow. She later had the feeling that the more she wanted this, the harder the universe was making it for her.

"I'm just a little pixie, how could I know why my queen acts as she does?" he looked at Sascha as if he thought she was being unreasonably annoying. Blue Wings was no fool, and his Queen had been clear on his orders. He had to stay with the young woman - he even got special permission to visit the human world - ensure her safety and keep his mouth shut.

As the saying said in a closed mouth, no flies enter! So he had no choice but to pretend to be a fool. Sascha knew the pixie was feigning ignorance, but what else could she do but give in?

"Do you have a name?" she asked with a sigh. The creature did not seem to pose a danger to her and her magical bugs, as long as it was Sascha had no problem with her presence. Who knows if it would not be convenient for her in the future? Naturally, Sascha wouldn't turn down this kind of opportunity.

Blue Wings rolled his eyes from her before saying. "Doesn't the witch have it? Don't you have it? Even the Fenrir has one, how could I not have it? "

Did the little pixie know the name of the stalking wolf? Sascha's eyebrows rose with interest. However, she did not ask. Asking would degenerate into too many questions, questions she was not in the mood to answer. But ... even when she didn't want him near her life, she should still know the wolf's name! true? He was the father of her magic bugs after all!

"My name is Bell." The pixie finished saying, crossing his arms with great airs of grandeur. Sascha's mind was drawn to his appearance, effectively pulling her away from the new thorn in her side.

The pixie looked so cute that it made him want to pinch her cheeks. Oh! It was a waste that the boy was the size of a butterfly! Sascha was afraid of crushing him in an oversight. Of course, her concern was unfounded. A creature that had the strength to lift it off its feet, would it be that easy to crush? Of course not!

"I ..." what did she mean? She didn't know it herself at the end, because shortly afterward the shed door slammed open, taking both the pixie and the human by surprise.

At that moment Melida entered without being invited inside. Looking a little out of breath and worried. When she saw that Sascha was awake, she sighed and then said. "Are you awake? It's a relief, it throws me the job of waking you up. "

Sascha's eyebrows rose, and she unconsciously shot a glance at Bell. You did something? She seemed to say without words.

"Of course not," Bell responded by rolling his eyes. Sascha was about to complain about the tone used by this one when the little pixie fluttered closer to one of his emerald eyes. "Shh. Don't let the witch know that you can understand us. " She mumbled, putting a finger to her lips, making the universal "keep quiet."

Bell knew that Sascha wanted to refute, so she quickly added. "It would be too troublesome if I ever found out." She didn't explain that it would be troublesome for the pixies and their queen in particular.

What was Melida's identity? For she was the witch of Cannan, with this type of identity, the witch was more than informed about the adverse effects caused by the nectar of the World Tree. Bell shuddered just to think what the punishment would be for his people if the witch got to know what they had done.

Sascha gave her a wary look, but she didn't give the little pixie away, essentially because she didn't want to attract too much of the witch's attention, either.

Naively, Sascha was unaware that this was a wasted effort on her part, after all, she had done nothing but draw attention to herself from the start.