Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 93 - . Attic

I told her everything; now she was part of it as well; additionally, she was to be the first person we knew of that had killed her counterpart.

"Does that mean if we kill ourselves, we'll get more powerful?" I looked at her as she was pensively looking at her hand, which she still had not really under control.

"Is that a good revelation? If the world knew, wouldn't people go into these worlds to search for their counterpart to kill them? I don't have a good feeling about this." Because she couldn't talk yet, my talkative side showed, and I wanted to consult her. The secrets of these parallel worlds were not something I was able to handle alone.

My grandma pressed her lips together, seemingly having the same opinion.

"What should we do with you? If we get out, and they see you, won't they lock you up somewhere to cut you open?"

She didn't indicate an answer.

"Should we tell them that we don't know?"

My grandma hummed, looking at the deer monster not far away.

"There is another parallel world not far away from this. There are orbs, also counterparts. If you had the possibility to go there and find your orb, would you want to crush it, killing another counterpart to get even younger?"

"And stop being your elder, you brat?" She creaked out with difficulty, her eyes glistening with irritability. Even her voice sounded so much younger; it was spooky. But mostly I was relieved to hear her talk.

"Is that a no?" I smirked and was hit.

"Henry is here as well. I told him we'd meet up again when I found you. Do you want to?" If she said no, then it couldn't be helped.

"That one.... He should come here. All the food for the bunker is here." She said, getting smoother with each world.

"What?"

Her face was full of annoyance.

"Preparations, bunker." She repeated it harshly.

I broke into laughter. Look at this old mummy, the only one who believed me unconditionally.

"What is there to laugh at? I am holding on to years worth of food and water. You won't get any." She smiled evilly.

Stopping and swallowing down the happiness I felt, I nodded obediently.

"Who needs your food?"

"You won't get any."

"I don't even want any."

"You already stole my water." She pointed unsteadily at the water bottles I brought from the kitchen.

"You have delusions because you are so old; I brought this water."

"I recognize my own water, you convict." She seemed sure enough, looking at me with disgust.

"Where is the stuff? The mansion is upside-down." I pointed at the window that let one clearly recognize that fact.

"Attic. I ordered it, and later it should be transported to the bunker." Both of our heads turned to the ground.

"Huh." I commented. Well, it isn't so bad as long as it was in this house. Better than in a basement that didn't seem to exist anymore.

"Inside are decaying bodies. What should we do next?" I pointed at the mansion.

She grumbled sadly.

"Go and bring your friend."

"I won't leave you alone."

"Go and bring him."

"No." I crossed my arms and she glared at me.

"Let's take a bunch of food and go to them. If we want to leave this world, we would have to cross the forest eventually anyway; their temporary hideout is closer to the portal."

"Go get the food." She waved me away, and it seemed like agreement with my plan.

"I won't let you here alone. Either I'll carry you or we'll wait until you get better so you can walk."

She grimaced at me, and I laughed darkly.

"Don't look at me. It's not that I wanted to carry you, no matter how stone-old you exactly are. Just choose one."

"Help me up." She said, and I stood up.

Taking both of her wrists, I slowly pulled her up. I didn't let go, and she looked around hesitantly.

"Yeah, you are taller."

"I am, aren't I?" She said more to herself. I waited until she flung my hands away before I bent down and gave her the bloody walking stick.

"Don't look at the corpses so you won't get into a heart arrest." I said and turned to the window. A walking stick smashed against my back. I knew it was a mistake to give her the weapon with which she had killed a deer monster.

I conjured up the smaller ladder.

"In two minutes it disappears; try it." I turned again and took her walking stick. She took a cautious step, and then another. While holding my hand, she reached the window, and with one fluid motion, she jumped inside.

"Wow." My mouth fell open; I had never seen her this agile. From inside the window, she patted her hands to free them from dust before looking down on me with a look that said I had no reason to underestimate her.

"Catch." I threw the walking stick to her only for it to meet the window and then fall back down.

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"You throw like a girl." She harrumphed.

"You catch like a corpse." I picked it up and threw it again, with her this time securing it.

I went back to my backpack and got it on my back. Conjuring up the ladder again, I climbed up, and we stood in this forsaken big room. I think this is also a dining room; the kitchen was not far away. Yep, there were a bunch of dining rooms in her mansion.

I was beaten softly again by her for my last remark when I asked where to go for the attic.

She pointed at a staircase.

"It's upside-down, but we can still use it." I conjured up my flashlight and helped her over the first few steps before she let go.

It was a curved staircase, and even turned there were still steps. Only that they would stop way before the ceiling that we use as a ground now. So no idea what we do then, using the ladder again, I think.

When we reached the end of the staircase, I cursed at the high ceilings; the floor was too far away.

"Go on alone; I'll wait here." My grandma demonstratively sat down.

I had to face that there was no other way, so I conjured a rope and bound it against the railing that was on the other side of the stairs. After testing the knot, I used the rope to get down. For coming up again, I would need the long ladder, though.

"Wait here, and if a monster or human comes, then scream."

"Have you ever killed a monster?"

"No? But I could." I said in disbelief at her questioning my supremacy.

"I, contrary to you, have already killed one. I am protecting you, not the other way around." Her eyes shone with superiority.