Familiar Voice EDITED (2)

"Okay bastard... what do you want now? Actually no, I am planning to sue you. The reason? Necromancy without consent," I say joyfully with a threatening cold voice. The pixie-like man snorted at me and said:

"Brat- seems like you haven't changed a bit-"

I sneered: "Who the hell needs to change? I think it's you who has to change your last name and scram off this mansion,"

"Sorry- but I don't have a last name- evil lady-" he says crinkling his nose to stop his laughter, "what can you do anyway? I am here as a guest to teach you- your butler is the one who granted me permission into this place. Seems nice to be rich and everything-" he says looking around.

Tch. "What are you?" I say inspecting his pixie-like form. "Is this your real form? Seems nice to be short and bald,"

"Nah- I just borrowed this from somewhere." he says, "though it looks ugly and short-" looking at his appearance. Borrowed? I crinkled my nose- for some reason an image of him stabbing someone and then shredding his skin comes up in my head. Am I too sinister or something?

Well- leave it to him to pick the weirdest appearance. His taste is quite unique. A short plumpy man with a bald head. He seems like a short elf. Not a pixie.

"Okay then- get straight to the point. Who are you? And why are you here-?" I say angrily as I cross my arms. The elven man laughs and then takes a bow.

"Mademoiselle, my name is Alastair- a pleasure your grace-"

"Scrap that-" I say cutting him off from doing any more formality. "So what the hell are you doing here? If it's about that dumb good-for-nothing deal- then you might as well say goodbye," I say clenching my fists and showing him my punch formation.

"Tsk... tsk... you should have more respect don't you think? Besides I am here to help you-"

"What can a short, fat, and bald man like you help me?"

"This is just my incognito appearance, nothing at all,"

I snort. This is just a waste of my time. Why the hell did I even bother-? I just rolled my eyes and sat back down on my study and ignored his existence.

For now- I will finish my duties, clean up this mess right in front of me. Kick this shorty's ass out of my doorstep. Find a way to bribe the butler. Sell this house off to the black market. And get the hell out of this city. No- the Kingdom. Then settle for a nice vacation in the rural countryside.

"I can help you-" I could hear him saying, "I can feel your urge to escape your monochromatic past-"

"I don't need your help," I say clearly without even looking at him.

"Oh. You will," he says. I snort. As if. I don't need anybody's help. As far as I am concerned... I want to sail a boat myself and leave. So... do I just take a cruise or something?

The ocean might not be as bad as the countryside. At least there won't be someone who would have to drag me back.

So do I just fake my murder or something? Then run? Not bad, I guess?

"...Hmph! You just don't believe me! I have extraordinary powers that mortals like you would want to have!" he says.

"Shut up shorty..." I say as I finish the pile of tasks.

"Just listen to what I want to say! Please! Just this once!" he says as he looks at me with pleading eyes. I stare into his amber-like eyes that might not be his- but I just shrugged for his response.

"Fine... but say it quick..." I say angrily.

"I have powers to see into the future and carefully and I can help you to carefully devise a plan to leave this place. As far I know it- there will be huge catastrophic danger heading in our way. It will impose a huge danger-" he says it all quickly so that I won't have to cut it off short.

Just who the hell did you bring Mr. Butler? Where in the world did you find this guy??

"Okay- that was pretty useless, but thanks," I say as I look back into my work, ignoring him again.

"No- there's more!" he says. I raise my eyebrows. How did once turn twice? Or am I just too deaf?

"..." I don't say anything. I am tired. This is bullsh*t. Necromancy is illegal without the High Priest's consent. So why did Mr. Butler bring in a Magical Elementalist teacher?? Did he want to commit treason or something? Or did he just want me to fly around with a broomstick?

"You're not paying attention!" he cries, wavering for my attention.

"Do you think I care?" I say bluntly.

"I am telling you- there is going to be a war!"

I stare at him stupidly. Haha... What did I expect? War? What war??

"Well, guess what? I don't give the F*CK about this country," I say with a twisted smile. "As for this empire and kingdom-" I sneer under my breath.

If this country's the reason why I landed my head on the executioner's table- they can just put themselves into war. Why would I bother? That's the only reason why I wanted a vacation. To avoid this war.

In my previous life, I put my blood, sweat, and tears into stopping the war, the treason, and the rebellion. What did I get in return?

I sneered inside my head, and quietly whispered: "as for everyone, they all can just take a dive in hell and take a taste of their own medicine,"

For me? I am just looking for peace. Don't look down on me? I may be cruel and lingered with feelings- but still- I have a human heart. You can't blame me, right?