15 Passing a Verdic (2/2)

Currently, they're all guests in my family's house. It was not in good faith that one would allow a guest to be threatened. It'd be an embarrassment to allow this to go unpunished.

Taking a deep breath, I step forward, everyone in front of me took an instinctive step back as I move forward.

”Young Miss, I don't want to cross you, but you don't have the right to pass a verdict,” the father says softly. He straightens his back and his eyes are glowing a bright red. A grim looks on his face as he stares me down.

I stop in front of him, inclining my head to look up at him.

”What right do you believe that you have, that allows you to assume that I don't have a right. You've stepped into my territory, insulted my guest, and when you plan to insult me, as well. I believe that you're sorely mistaken on the etiquette of this situation.

It would be in your best interest, to bend the knee and pray to the Goddess herself that I forgive you and your family, for the grave insult of plotting to harm, and murder another guest in my own home,” I tell him.

His red eyes are swirling with madness, I could tell that he was just as angry as I am. Though his anger probably came from the fact that a child was causing him to lose face in front of all these other important guests.

Even if that child was the daughter of the host, it was still a child that was berating and looking down on him.

”You make grand accusations for a child; didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?” He hisses at me in a low voice.

”Didn't your parents teach you that threats of murder aren't good while the guest of someone else?” I challenge back.

The tension in the room felt like it would boil over at any point.

Without fail, my last comment seems to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Because the father raised his arm, ready to strike me.

However, before his arm could fall on my body, a whirlwind of black appeared and his arm stopped right before my head.

His hand was being held in the hand of a woman, she's dressed in all black and her one eye was in the shape of a crescent moon. Her hair drapes over her shoulders that are bare.

”Now… now as the adult you should hold in your temper, it's unbecoming for you to lose yourself like that to rage. Are you so in raged that you're willing to strike the Daughter of the Governess over a simple child's fight? That's very daft wouldn't you say, my darling,” my aunt's voice was like sickly sweet honey.

Even though it came out warm and loving, a hideous threat was implied.

Without wasting a second, she tightens her hand on his wrist, and I watch as she cracks his wrist. His face blanches a stark white, as he tries to remove her hand from his arm. But it was like watching a viper wraps itself around a mouse.

There is no escape. It was futile to even try.

”Please tell me, just what sort of trash dares to touch my cute little niece? That wouldn't be you. Right?” Her voice drops several octaves as she leans in closer to him, her eyes flaming with madness.