Chapter 83: ~Sit and wait!~ (1/2)
***Norfolk, Sarn***
***Sera***
All of us kids are in the living room. The others are listening to me while I hold a grand speech on top of the dinner table.
“I am really not sure what to think of this situation. Why do we have to hide? We aren't weak! I mean, is it really necessary for us to stay in the mansion while Sarn is under attack by those terrorists from the Inquisition?” I shake my fist at the group of kids around me. “I say that we should go out there and have some fun!”
“Oi! I always wanted to test myself against a real opponent!” Violetta gets up from her seat at the sofa.
“That's what I want to hear! I could even teach you one or two things if we get our hands on some enemies.” I form a fist and smile at Violetta.
“We should stay here and hide. Some of the explosions sound like they are getting closer to our mansion.” Fergus fiddles with his fingers.
Arran isn't convinced either. “Our parents and grandparents aren't that weak. I am sure that they are able to deal with those Inquisitors. You should keep in mind that we may be stronger than we look, but our bodies are still those of children. Maybe we can overpower a few trained adults if we work together. But something could always go wrong.”
“I am not sure about this. As the oldest I hold responsibility for all of you.” Liandra opposes me.
“To be precise. Sera is the oldest one here if you count her memories from her previous lives. The second oldest is me and you are third.” Arran points at Liandra.
“That... That doesn't count! You guys act much too childish! This is a matter of mental age and not of memories!” Liandra turns red. “We were told to stay here, so we stay!”
“This whole story interests me too. Could you two explain yourselves? You aren't acting like people with the experience of several lifetimes. I think that someone with so much wisdom would act completely different. Are you two playing a game with us to make us more comfortable?” Fergus arches an eyebrow and switches his gaze between Arran and me.
“I am at a loss on how to answer this. I guess it has something to do with our bodies? And that it's more convenient to act like you are expected to?” Arran looks at me with a complicated face.
I nod. “First of all there is the issue that we may be old and have seen a lot of stuff, but at the same time our memory isn't perfect. Arran, what did you do during your eight hundredth reincarnation?”
Arran throw his hand up in the air. “How the hell should I know? But I could tell you what I did during my four hundred fifty sixth!” His expression turns creepy as he remembers something.
I smile and continue. “See? It's not like we remember every little detail. Everything starts to blur at some point. We remember events and lives which were out of the ordinary or worth remembering. I think that if someone would remember such a long timespan without forgetting anything...”
“... I would turn insane! Although I would like to remember some things in more detail.” Arran finishes my sentence for me and starts to drool with a stupid expression.
“And there are also events which we don't want to remember. Like being caught by a particular demon lord.” I smile as Arran curls up into a ball and starts to shiver.
“There is also the fact that you start acting on your impulses and whims at some point. Think about it. Would you want to be a responsible person for thousands of years? Being the perfect cool headed adult like you guys imagine it also means to leave out on a lot of fun. At my age I am mostly interested in having fun and doing something new and interesting. I don't want to know how it's for my parents who are much older than me.” I end my speech and look down at the others.
“I guess that sounds reasonable.” Fergus shrugs his shoulders after thinking for a moment.
“So in the end you guys are just playing around because everything will start anew anyway!” Violetta points an accusing finger at me.
“Eh!? Nooo! I've been found out!” I wriggle a little on my table.
Fergus looks up with a worried expression. “Now that explosion was really close. And that sounded like a breaking door!”
Just at this moment the door to our room bursts open and three hooded figures enter the room. They are heavily armed and one of them points his dagger at us. “Take them! They'll be good hostages!”
***Norfolk, Sarn***
***Irda***