Chapter 47 - Wine (2/2)

Marcel nodded: ”That's right. Evan, I`d like to ask you something. I hope you will answer me honestly.”

Evan was wary, but after a second, he said: ”Okay, I agree.”

Marcel smiled and leisurely began: ”Where are you from? Although, wait. Where have you got this aura of death? Zak maybe hasn`t realized it yet, but I can clearly see that you're not just some guy from the backwoods. That's impossible.”

Evan did not answer immediately, pondering what Marcel wanted to know.

However, after about one minute Evan decided that there was no point in hiding anything. Marcel and Zak would be on his side anyway.

The young man smiled and said: ”Really, Zak doesn't care about such things, you're different, so I'll answer.”

Evan began his story.

”I am ashamed to admit it, but until recently I was a weak and miserable man who was broken by fate. When I was a child, a noblewoman visited my home village, and she was very cruel. Because of I hadn`t bowed to her, she punished me, killed my whole family and turned me into a slave. I spent all the following years in prison as a real slave. I was doing as I was told, and behaved obediently. Nevertheless, this did not make my life any easier. One day I was beaten and almost died. I did not understand why I deserved such a fate, and at that moment, it was as if I had been switched. It was as if I was a different person.”

Marcel didn`t interrupt and listened him attentively, he was fascinated by Evan's story.

”I don't know how, but I got strength in me that I didn't have before, and I'm talking about fortitude. First, I killed a prisoner who was disturbing me, and a few minutes later, the warden was beating me. I ended up killing him as well, thereby starting an uprising in the prison. In the end, I killed the bitch, responsible for all my misfortunes. I think it was at that moment, when I was completely reborn, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Marcel took a sip of his wine and said slowly: ”I see, it's not a good story, thank you for telling it. Do you know what prison you were in or the name of that noblewoman?”

Evan dryly replied, ”Abigail Whitehead.”

There was silence for a second, but the next moment...

”AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” There was Marcel's loud and joyful laughter, which was not at all typical of him. At that moment, Marcel was not like himself.

Evan didn't know what had cheered him up so much, in his memory, Marcel had never acted like that before.

”Oh, I'm sorry, but that kind of emotion can't be contained. I know the Whitehead Family, I`ve never liked them. Too arrogant and conceited, and this little brat is the worst offspring in the family's history. Strangely enough, your tragic story turned out to be wonderful news for me.”

Marcel didn't ask Evan how he killed Abigail-it was none of his business. Everyone must have their secrets and skeletons in the closet that no one would ever see.

Of course, Evan didn`t tell Marcel that he'd actually been transported to this world after he'd died in his old one. Evan told the story as if he would have lived in this world from the beginning. In his opinion, it turned out pretty believable.

Evan and Marcel didn`t touch on such serious and personal topics any more.. They were enjoying a fine wine, slowly draining the bottle and having a casual conversation.