What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Part 35)
Different world, fictional background!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
The announcer's voice came from the Philips radio in the corner of the room, and the sound waves it emitted continuously oscillated between the spray-painted walls and the wooden floor.
You turned down the radio a little, pulled open the black curtains, and the sunlight instantly shone into the room through the lattice windows.
"Emma, we have to get up now. If we don't get up now, we won't be able to have breakfast with Daddy."
Emma rolled over in the quilt and stretched out her chubby little hands for you to pull her up. You quickly put a small woolen sweater on her and put a small vest on her outside.
The announcer's voice was still faintly heard.
Emma was standing on a small stool in the bathroom brushing her teeth next to her father, while Fiennes was shaving in front of the mirror and poured Emma a large glass of water for her to rinse her mouth.
Seeing that Emma was brushing her teeth carelessly, he put down the razor, wiped her face, and brushed her entire mouth with a toothbrush. After washing Emma's face, he skillfully braided two small braids for her.
You ordered the hotel's breakfast service, and the Ritz waiter brought a tray full of breakfast, including strawberry jam, croissants, fried sausages, hot eggs, oatmeal with almond milk, and the dessert was irresistible French puffs.
Emma sat obediently in the high chair, with her pigtails sticking up, her little hands supporting her cheeks, which were red from the fire, and she listened thoughtfully to the announcer's repetitive report.
Mandy came to help you take care of Emma in the morning. She scooped a spoonful of porridge for Emma and blew on it to warm it up. Emma held her cheek and swallowed it, her little face still looking thoughtful.
…
Emma stood outside the bathroom listening to the strange noises, banging on the door in confusion. Mandy, who was bright-hearted, covered her ears and coaxed her back to the dining table.
After the radio repeated the message for nearly six times, you finally couldn't help but twist the faucet tightly in your right hand counterclockwise.
"Um...Brother..."
The faucet in the sink was gurgling, and the water rushing out was like a wave that surged forward and swallowed up the mind, flowing upstream along the back spine, splashing everywhere like waves hitting the rocks on the shore.
Feinz reaches over your head and turns off the faucet. The world instantly becomes quiet, with only the sound of satisfied sighs behind you.
"What's wrong with you lately? Huh? If you don't behave, I'll be here again next time."
After cleaning up, he still didn't let you go and pushed you against the wall. Your tears trembled like pearls on your long eyelashes, and fell to the ground with a plop. You shook your head in grievance.
He kissed your tears and pressed his lips against yours again, until your stomach growled and the soft entanglement in his mouth reluctantly withdrew, but it had already stretched out like a line on the tip of your heart, making it difficult for you to breathe.
"Hungry? Take a deep breath."
You lay in his arms, breathing in the air deeply. You just wanted to keep a distance from him last night and rejected him, but this morning he was here to humiliate you in this way.
Feinz helps by stroking your back over and over again, his movements like he's stroking the soft fur of some animal.
"Ina, don't forget the mass ceremony on the 20th. I'll have Yuri come pick you up. Don't take Emma out with you. There will be too many people around."
You don't understand why you have to attend the Mass, but after all, it is to mourn the dead and pray for the living, so it's not a bad thing.
"The bad habit has started again," Feinz looked down at you in a daze, his brows furrowed deeply, and he raised his big hand, hitting your butt immediately.
You were so angry that tears welled up in your eyes. He… who is he?… even your father never hit you! No, how could your father hit you like he did!
“I…I know…” You added reluctantly, afraid that he would say you were rude and crazy, “Brother…”
"Well, let's go out for dinner."
Feynz lowered his head and nuzzled into your warm neck, and the ferocious blond lion turned back into a harmless golden retriever. Perhaps you had already gotten used to all this.
…
After the memorial ceremony, Paris seemed to be wearing a huge mourning dress, quiet and sad, as if it had been abandoned by God again.
"Are you cold? If so, go back to the car."
You could sense his low mood, but you didn't know why. The number of people who came to church today clearly far exceeded our initial expectations, and the result was good for them.
"Brother, it's not cold," you said, trying to distract him. "Today's memorial ceremony was a great success."
He didn't say anything.
You secretly looked up at him, his jawline still hard and cold, why is he still unhappy...
"Brother, when Commander William brought me to Notre Dame before, it happened to be temporarily closed. This time, I came to see that it is indeed a true holy place in Paris."
As Feynz walked, his eyes wandering somewhere, and he sneered casually, "It's just a vulgar thing built with money."
Without worldly money, where would sacred prayers find support?
“Oh.” You hadn’t thought about it in that way, and your words were momentarily blocked.
You walked together on the Pont Neuf, which spanned the Seine, symbolizing the breaking of class segregation, but the prejudices in people's hearts were as hard as the seventeenth-century stone beneath their feet.
You can't help but sigh, "Esmera didn't even know Quasimodo loved her until her death. What a pity..."
Feinz stopped, and you took a step before realizing he was still there. You couldn't help but turn your head to look at him. His blue eyes, deep as the sea, looked at you, which suddenly gave you a strange suspicion.
well……
Is he imagining something again?
…
Back at the Ritz, Fiennes went to the next room to see Emma. He felt that his daughter was affecting the normal life between husband and wife, so he specially booked a room next door and let Mandy accompany her.
Your round-neck velvet pajamas were wet by the milk spilled by Emma, and they were not dried after washing. The woolen nightgown was dirty and could not be worn, so you had to wear the maroon silk suspender pajamas from summer and autumn.
Anyway, the fire is warm and we'll be resting soon, so just dress accordingly for now.
When Feintz returned, he took off his coat, took his service pistol from his belt and placed it on the table. As he was about to unbutton his uniform, he saw the familiar black on your raised left forearm.
"Ina!"
He grabbed your arm in disbelief. The horizontal and vertical right-handed swastika tattoo was like an ugly scar that could never be erased, forever engraved on your body.
"Who did this?! When did it happen?! Why didn't you tell your brother?!"
The voices trembled a little when they asked a series of questions.
Oh, Ina, he finally found out...
He should like it, right? Isn't this his favorite symbol?
"Does it look good?"
You said that on purpose. You admitted that you felt a little resentful towards him.
Even though he's been incredibly busy since you came back from Sailiye, and the two of you only see each other a handful of times, and you don't have much sex, and the long sleeves in winter are a perfect cover-up, you still hope he'll notice it sooner. He definitely has plenty of opportunities to notice it sooner...
Who would have thought that this sentence would become the catalyst? You watched as Feintz's blue eyes gradually turned red. He gripped your arm tighter and tighter, the red bloodshot covering his eyes looking incredibly scary.
Your wrists are so slender that they cannot withstand his great strength, but he seems to be possessed by a demon and will not give up until he achieves his goal.
“Who is it?!”
Feinz lowered his voice and yelled at you. You were so frightened by his hideous face that tears were about to well up in your eyes. You suddenly told the truth: "Yes, Sch... Schleicher..."
He suddenly let go of your arm, turned around, and stalked out of the room.
Oh no…
You were about to chase out, but the cold air outside hit you back. You found a shawl to put on yourself and hurried to the third floor.
You arrive at Schleicher's room and find Feinz already grappling with him.
"Fell, Feints! Are you serious?!"
Schleicher was also angry, but some of his punches were deflected by Feints. In response, Feints punched him hard.
Both of them had killed people with real swords and guns on the battlefield. They learned deadly moves in the military academy, such as kicks to the abdomen, elbows, and sweeping kicks. They used all kinds of ruthless moves. If they really fought, neither of them could gain the upper hand.
"Brother! Stop it now!"
Oh my God, if we keep fighting like this, something bad will really happen!
…
In the end, the two men lay on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right, gasping for breath. Both of them were injured. Schleicher was in a worse situation. Not only was he bruised in several places, but the corners of his mouth were also very sore.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He raised his leg and kicked Feints. Feints kicked him back twice, his cold blue eyes menacing.
Both of you sat on the floor, your backs against the sofa. You applied medicine to Feintz and wiped the corners of Schleicher's mouth with a cotton ball.
He looked at you, silently asking you what was going on. You quietly pointed to your left arm, and his self-righteous demeanor immediately wilted.
"Ahem, Feier, it was all a misunderstanding back then. How could I have predicted the future? Who could have thought that Ina would be captured? Ultimately, this matter is still your fault..."
You placed the medicine box on the coffee table and heard Schleicher shirking responsibility, deliberately stepping on his injured leg to get to Feinz.
You sat next to Feinz. The silk nightgown was already short, and even though you kept your legs together when you sat down, the hem of the dress was pulled up to your thighs.
Schleicher glared at you, only to see a piece of white and tender thigh. He cursed in his heart and turned his head away.
A cold expression appeared at the corners of Feynz's tightly pursed lips. "I'll send you more people these days. After you gather all the things, hurry up and get to Carouge!"
"Hey, Phil, this isn't something that can be done anytime soon. Besides, Ina has forgiven me. Ina, right?"
Schleicher winked at you, seeing you were half-lying on Feinz like a koala.
Feinz hugged you, his fingers stroking your blonde hair with a lingering movement, rubbing your cheek repeatedly, as if regretting having bumped the porcelain he had carefully polished.
Schleicher's forehead twitched, and he unbuttoned his collar irritably, leaned his head back on the sofa, and simply stopped looking at you.
You received the signal from Schleicher, half-sat up, and threw your arms around Feinz's neck.
"Brother, it's true."
You promised Schleicher that you would forgive him for what he did after he helped you find the rose necklace. You are a man of your word, and Feinz also beat him up to vent his anger.
When Feynz said nothing, you leaned closer to him, but you didn’t feel comfortable kissing him in front of Schleicher, so you softened your voice.
"I'm tired and want to sleep."
"good."
He stood up and picked you up, and when he passed by Schleicher, he stepped on his leg. Schleicher was speechless, and in the end, thousands of words were condensed into one word.
"Grass!"
…
When you came out of the lounge area, you were suddenly bumped into by a waiter coming towards you, which gave you a headache again. Fiennes quickly hugged your waist.
The waiter kept bowing and apologizing, but you waved it off, saying it was just a bump, not a life-threatening one. Seeing that you were not seriously injured, Feintz didn't say anything more.
"Emma, let's go back."
Fiennes called Emma, and Emma ran back in a circle. He picked up Emma, and Emma hugged her father, but her neck stretched towards the restaurant.
"Piano"
Jeffreys, the general manager of Ritz, recently invited a piano master. Ritz is often filled with piano sounds. The piano sounds flow like a trickle of spring water, soft and gentle, with deep emotions.
"Liszt, the master of adaptation."
Fiennes explained to Emma, his tone a little mocking. You followed him, put your right hand to your mouth, exhaled exaggeratedly, and whispered back:
"Emma, don't listen to Daddy—"
Emma laughed out loud at her mother's amusement, and of course Fiennes heard it, so he pursed his lips and smiled.
When you returned to the room, you took off your coat. Emma had finished playing with your coral bracelet, but you didn't take it back with you. You just put it in your pocket. Now when you reached into your pocket, your hand felt the smooth bulge of the paper.
The waiter who just bumped into you in the lobby downstairs suddenly appeared in your mind.
You opened the note, and English words and a string of Arabic numerals lay limp in your hands.
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
"What are you doing?"
Fiennes sent Emma to Mandy's room, and when he came back he saw you standing there motionless, like an animal being tamed.
Before you could express your shock at the secret code on the note, you were startled by the sound behind you. Your hand clenched into a fist, which stopped at the lower part of your chest. It was not right to retract it, nor was it right not to retract it.
Your heart was pounding like a drum, every nerve was on edge, and the blood was rushing throughout your body, making you shiver almost uncontrollably.
"Ina?"
Feinz's voice began to become cold, and his handsome brows frowned. His big hands pinched your shoulders, applying force while also allowing you to quickly understand your current situation.
Ina, calm down.
"Brother...Brother, I didn't do anything..."
You turned around, trying to let the hand holding the note relax and hang naturally. He looked at you with doubt, and his pair of deep blue eyes were so deep that it made your heart palpitate.
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