The Glimpse of Us (trash of count family fanfic)

Chapter 2

Ron lays on the bed, his back flat on the soft mattress, his hands neatly placed on his stomach.

While Choi Han bolted the door.

They decided it would be best to perform it here, protected by knights and mage's barrier that wrapped around the castle.

Thus, Alberu has led them to one of the hindmost chambers of the said castle, that even servants are unaware of its existence.

The room itself was smaller than the standard norm, yet it's seem far more opulent than the rest.

"What shall I do next." Ron inquires.

Scratching her chin absently, she then waves a dismissive hand. "Nothing, just lie there."

She pulls the chair back beside the bed, and settles herself, while Beacrox claims the seat on the foot of the bed as the others surround him.

"Don't crowd us," she orders.

All of them obliged and made more space for them, except for Beacrox, who remain rooted at his seat.

However, Ron still hasn't spoken a word to him nor spares him a single cursory glance, since they have left Alberu's office.

Cage then took out something from her dress pocket.

It was a silver bracelet with black markings on it.

"What's that?" Rosalyn asked.

Choi Han stands by her shoulder, looking down at it, his expression hard to decipher.

"A bracelet," she says as a matter of fact, but after a beat of silence, she added. "I placed a curse on it."

Alarm flickers through Beacrox's mien, likely to snap at the first provocation. A warning lilts his voice as he called out. "Cage."

She cocks an unimpressed brow at him but quickly assures Ron. "Don't worry this will not bring any harm to you, it will simply put you to sleep, albeit temporarily, just until you return."

Rosalyn tips her head and asks. "Is that necessary?"

Earning a look of exasperated disbelief from the excommunicated priestess.

"I don't think you would assume that our counterparts would be pleased learning their body has been resided by some stranger, much less waking up in an entirely different reality." Cage says, almost laughing, but there is no humor in her tone.

"You mean, they don't know of any of this?"

"Of course not."

Her shoulders hitched. "Shouldn't we inform them before we proceed... We can even ask for their assistance—"

"And if they won't, what happens then?" She asks, cutting her off.

The retort caught Rosalyn aback.

"Don't you think that if they found a way to end that bastard, they wouldn't find a way to prevent us from using them? And who sane person would go to war that isn't theirs, just because someone asks them to?"

"Don't be foolish Rosalyn," she added.

"I'm no fool—and don't mince my words. I never said anything about them going to war for us, but only to help us." She snaps.

Seeing the tension brewing in the air, Alberu decided now to step in.

"It's unfair, I know." Alberu started, as he turns to Rosalyn.

"It's completely and utterly unjust." she hissed.

"They have already gone through war, Rosalyn," Alberu says.