Agath

Chapter 33

(33)

The front door of the bedroom was wide open, and there stood Bestra.She wore a dark blue skirt that didn't reach her knees tonight, with delicate makeup on.The short hair made her look neater, and also concealed a little sickness.

Yeorman opened the back door, walked in, and stood quite far from Bestra.

"I've come to say goodbye to you."

Bestella took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two.

"I won't allow it," she said.

"why?"

She closed the front door, so that Ymir, who was sitting on the stairs looking up, could only catch a silhouette of Yorman.

"I noticed something, and I kept holding back because..."

"Because of what?" Yeoerman didn't seem to notice Bestella's embarrassment and nervousness.

"What do you think?"

"Love?"

"Norvis loves Ymir very much, and he won't go that far on his birthday. Unless someone asks him to go, and he can't refuse. Aunt Kerstin wants to talk to me about you, but She never came back after that night."

"It's common for people to disappear." Yeoerman walked forward slowly while tidying up the gloves on his hands carelessly.

Bestella subconsciously took a few steps back.

Yeoerman gave a low laugh, and then took a few steps forward.

"I will replace him. Please let my son go." Bestella said courageously.

"He's an adult."

"so?"

"So...he has the right to choose his own life, and he has the ability to inherit this manor alone."

Bestella kept retreating, and finally retreated to the wall.

"So, his mom can finally travel the world alone. Don't you want to speak French in France?"

"No...no..." Tears flowed from Bestella's eyes, blurring the exquisite makeup she specially painted.

Yeo Erman put his hand on the slender neck, and then tightened it more and more.

"Ymir...Ymir...cough...cough...save...save...me"

Ymir sat downstairs and heard the conversation just now clearly.

He buried his head deeply in his knees, as if he could completely isolate himself from the outside world.

"cough...cough...cough"

Bestella couldn't cry out anymore, she was tightly strangled by those beautiful hands, and she was firmly pinned to the ground.She struggled wildly but in vain, her shoes were kicked aside, and her skirt was torn a big hole, looking very miserable.

Ymir stood up suddenly.He ran into the bedroom where Noveth had lived before, and took out a handful of guns that they had used while hunting.

"Yorman, let her go."

Yeoerman knelt on the ground with one knee and pressed against the back of Bestra who was trying to escape, but his hands showed no sign of letting go.

"I'm waiting for you to shoot me." He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his deep blue eyes did not fluctuate, like a calm sea, or the dawn before a disaster.

"Don't force me!" Ymir couldn't be as calm as the other party.There was even a bit of crying in his voice, with an inexplicable childishness.

Yorman ignored Ymir again.He lowered his head and looked intently at Bestra lying on the ground.It seems that at this moment he is not a terrible murderer or executioner at all, but just a meticulous and rigorous artist, concentrating on shaping his own works of art.

"boom!"

Ymir threw away the gun and quickly ran over.He pulled away the half-dead Bestella, and threw himself on Yorman.

"Wake up, Yeorman! Stop pretending! I know you won't die so easily!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, seeing that Yeorman didn't respond, he slapped him hard on the face a few more times.

Still no response.

The man just lay quietly in a pool of blood, with a clear smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he knew he would do this.

"You said you were going to take me away! Why don't words count!" Ymir's voice choked up, and he even cried outright at the end.He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to touch Yeoerman's nose, for fear of getting a cruel truth.He leaned on Yeorman's body, bit the other man's lips hard, and then kissed him on the face indiscriminately.Tears and snot were streaming down, and he simply grabbed Yeorman's collar and wiped them all on it.

"Ha..." Yeo Erman moved slightly, as if laughing.

"Yorman! How are you? Does it hurt? I'm sorry...I..."

The boy's eyes were red and swollen, his voice was hoarse, and tears flowed all over his face, like a clown.

Yorman was shot in the shoulder and was unable to move half of his body.Excessive blood loss made his face even paler, and it was extremely difficult for him to speak.

This was originally the last chance to let you go, Ymir.Thinking of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

"It's okay at first, but being pressed by you like this, I might really die."

Ymir reacted immediately, he stood up in a hurry, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and called an ambulance.