Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 35: Chapter 34: Confrontation / Acceptance

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Chapter 34: Confrontation / Acceptance Maribelle steps toward the hatch leading down into the mansion and, after opening it, holds out her hand to me. It is a gesture of acceptance as much as it is an invite. She won’t force me to go down into the rest of the house with her, but I know it will be better to go ahead and face the music now, instead of dragging it out. I want to remain, just me and the endless void above me, the moon and stars never judging. I walk over to her and take her hand. “Thank you,” I simply say after letting out a heavy sigh. I know I don’t need to elaborate; she will understand what I am saying without explanation. She nods once and leads me down the stairs into the upper floor of the house. “D-did everyone go out looking for me?” I ask. I trail slightly behind as she leads me through a maze of hallways and down a set of stairs. “No,” she says plainly. I pause and pull her to a stop. She looks back at me, cocks her head slightly to the side as if considering something of importance. “What?” I ask, worried that she has some bad news. What if my impromptu performance and subsequent panicked flight scared them? Of everyone, Mari is the only one that appeared the least affected… Well, other than Izzy that is, I don’t think anything can faze that girl for long. Both of my parents looked at me as if I had grown another head. And Angus, what does he think? He looked at me as if I had been replaced with a total stranger. Ugh, why would I even do something so stupid? I want to say that I had no control over myself, that the piano practically called out to me, but that would be a lie. I simply wasn’t thinking. I saw the piano. I chose to go sit at it. I chose the piece to play, and then I played it. It was that simple. I just hadn’t thought about how others would react. “Beira,” Maribelle says, drawing me out of my head. Seeing she had my attention, she continues. “I told them to wait.” “And that w-worked?” I ask, disbelief lacing my voice. She nods. “Including Izzy?” I press. She shakes her head and then simply replies with a name. “Angus.” “O-oh, he stopped her?” She nods again. “What did you t-t-tell them to c-convince them not to follow?” “That I knew where you were,” she replies, her dark eyes locking with mine. “How d-d-did you know?” And then it hits me. Whenever we came to the capital, I always went to the roof when I felt the need to escape or hide. It was my sanctuary because my mother, usually the one I was hiding from, never seemed to find me there. The only one that ever had was Mari, but I had never minded because she always felt like she belonged. Wait. That wasn’t me. I shake my head and notice Mari staring at me as if she knew my inner thoughts. “S-staring like that makes you feel a little creepy,” I say, pointing out the obvious. She nods and gives a hint of a smile. “You have told me that before. Come,” she says before pulling on my arm gently. I let myself be led since I have no clue how to navigate this house, or, at least, I don’t think I do. Soon we are outside the drawing room, and I can hear Izzy’s voice through the door. She is currently complaining to someone about an instructor named Mrs. Crafton who made her stand in the hall outside of class holding two pails full of water because she was being disruptive by talking so much, the nerve! Mari turns the door latch and as soon as she cracks it open, Izzy immediately drops her current train of thought to call out, “Mari! Did you find her?” I hang back slightly as the door opens, but I can see Izzy watching impatiently until Mari steps in and nods in confirmation. At this, Izzy turns back to the person she was complaining to and resumes her tirade. That person is my mother, who is now watching the space behind Mari intently, not really listening to Izzy. I can’t see Angus or my father as the corner they are in is along the same wall as the door. I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves, then step in. I can feel the eyes of eve