15 Midnight Fooling Classes (2/2)
”Well, if you didn't kill him,” I asked, ”then whose corpse was your maid disposing of earlier?”
”Huh? What?! She was disposing of someone's corpse?” She looked only a tiny bit surprised on hearing that as she replied with, ”Well, I don't know, it could have been Jill.”
”What!?” Tim's fury was rising with every word she said.
”I mean, I didn't kill him. But maybe he broke into my house with some evil intentions and my maid killed him when she found out and caught him. Yeah, that would make sense.” She said nonchalantly.
”Ha!” I smirked. ”Well, that is how my theory went.”
When I said that, Tim's anger stopped being directed at only person in the room.
”You think my son would do that? He isn't like th-”
”And yet, the evidence seems to be pointing to him being like that.” I interrupted and said so with a smirk.
”What evidence?!”
”Well, this.” I said as I showed them a small, spherical object with metal on the base and glass covering on the top.
”Isn't that one of those devices that record sound?” Tim asked, suspiciously.
”Yes, it is.” I said.
On Earth, devices that record and reproduce sound were created in the 19th century, i.e., much time after Medieval Era. However, on that planet where everything from battle to artistry to craftsmanship was done by learning some kind of Art, some technological developments had happened before others because of the varying degrees of faith people had for their respective Gods.
One of those developments was that little device that was only a prototype for the real thing but it was still effective enough to be used in my little plan there.
”Keep your ears open!” I advised as I tapped a small button on the side and the the glass started shining a little with the recorded sounds being played.
”What happened?! Whose dead body is that!?” In those recordings, my surprised voice asked so.
”Of a classmate of yours named Jill Jake.” The voice that very much resembled that of Yasmine's maid was heard.
”You ... what ... Jill ... what happened?!” I asked, in the recording of course.
”He had broken into milady's house with the intention of stealing her undergarments.” The maid said, disgustedly. ”When I found him, I obviously had to take action!”
”M-maybe, but you didn't need to kill him!”
”The situation we ended up, if I hadn't killed him, he would have killed me.” She said.
”I ... see.”
”Well, boy. I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way so you better be quiet about this all.” The maid threatened me.
”W-well, you shouldn't have told me in the first place.” I said, nervously.
”Ha! Maybe that's true. I may have been too nervous to really think about what I should have-”
I stopped the recording.
The expression of Tim's face had already become that of someone who had lost all meaning in life. The expression on Yasmine's face was a mix of disgust and anger though.
”Come with me!” I then said.
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I took them to the backyard of the school building and showed a sight of a single burial outside the school premises from there.
”That is the place Yasmine's maid buried him.”
As soon as I said that, Tim ran to that place, jumping over the ledges and started digging it up.
”I can't believe that pervert wanted to steal my panties!” Yasmine said with disgust. ”He deserved what was coming to him.”
Well, seeing those reactions, I had to compliment Valerie on her voice acting skills. Seriously, if she was living back on Earth, she could have easily become an award-winning actress as well as voice-actress.
It was also quite thoughtful of her to bury Jill in the most conspicious way possible, clearly potraying it as if Yasmine's maid was trying to give a message.
”Y-you!” Tim, who had dug out the shallow grave and found the rotting corpse of his son, looked back at the two of us with clear rage.
”What! That asshole totally deserved it!” Yasmine said nonchalantly. ”I mean, this wasn't the first time he tried to do something annoying. While he never did anything particularly perverted before, he had always been trying to cause problems for Vilome, you know?”
She rambled on, unaware that the man she was saying it to was picking up a long piece of wood with pointy edges and preparing to charge at her.
”You bitch! YOU are the one DESERVES TO DIE!” He yelled and charged.
Yasmine noticed that and stepped back but was a little late and got hit in the stomach with the edges of the branch.
”You ASSHOLE!” She shouted. ”You think you can overpower a Martial Artist like me with petty sticks!?”
As she said that, she adopted a fighting stance while her face was filled with clear killing intent.
I took my distance and relaxed a bit as I waited for the show to continue.
If this was a movie, I may have heard Jill, whose dream girl and father were trying to kill each other, curse me from hell with things like, ”You're a villain!”
Well, even if that had been the case, I would have probably replied with, ”I'll take that as a compliement.”