~ The String of Fate ~

Chapter 8:

"Tsk. Aren't you tired of looking for attention yet?" Avis sighed looking down at me as if I was the most pathetic creature in this game.

"You can stop acting like the sad pitiful fake lady who's lost all will to live now, it's not going to help you get anymore attention than it already has."

"Wow, well fuck you too." I responded to his accusation as his jaw dropped at my blatant cursing.

"Now are you going to do it or not?" I didn't bother denying what he said though since doing so would only escalate this situation even more.

And eventually cause me to stray from my original goal.

"What?" His brows furrowed together in frustration once more hearing my response.

"I don't care what you think, I've already told you what I want and let's be honest." I responded in a nonchalant tone as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as I continued.

"You also want to kill me as much as I want you to." I added a moment later and by the way Avis's body immediately tensed up hearing my words.

'I'd say it's safe to say I was right.'

"I'm not that stupid. Sometimes I can be sure." I muttered, agreeing to the fact I could be very stupid at times as averted my gaze for a moment.

"I might've chased after you and those other three bastards in the past under the delusion that I'd one day be able to get you all to accept me." I continued, turning my gaze back to him.

"But that's all it was, the past." I stated as Avis immediately drew his sword swung it at my neck before freezing just as the tip reached the center.

He didn't cut anything, the tip was just pointed against my jugular vein inches away from my skin.

'Is he planning to stab it through? That was easier than I thought it'd be.'

I glanced at the sword pointing at my neck before turning back to the raging man standing before me with his hands tightly clenched into fists.

"Watch what you say... You should be grateful we let you stay here for so many years even after all the trouble you've caused us." Avis warned his irritation and displeasure evident in his tone.

"What? Did it irritate you to have your family be referred to as bastards?" I scoffed wearing a mocking smile on my lips.

"Are trying to make me drill a hole through your neck?!" Avis exclaimed as his hands trembled from the strain of trying to control his anger.

"You already know the answer to that." I responded with a smile as I took a step forward forcing the sword to meet the skin of my neck.

I attempted to take another step forward but was immediately shoved back by Avis before I could.

"... Stop acting like you're the one who's only been suffering since you arrived in this house." Avis spoke up a moment later.

I stumbled back from the force of the push but managed to soon regain balance and avoid falling on my butt.

"Eh? Oh, so you're still bitter over the duchess's death huh?" I rolled my eyes as I spoke in the most unamused tone I could muster.

It might've seem wrong from someone else's perspective, but for me. It was completely fine.

If they insisted on blaming me for the death of that woman who I don't even know and paint me as the villain, I had no problem playing my part.

"What?" A low growl escaped his throat as he turned back to me, he was close to losing control.