Chapter 123 - FISH

"What fishes? I have no fish here. I left my aquarium to my first world." Yanarym answered.

Guide-sama: "Don't you consider Achis as your fish?" 

"No, I wasn't even aiming to seduce him. He got tempted by his delusions." 

Guide-sama: "How?" 

"I don't know, maybe because the original's appearance was too beautiful for him."

Guide-sama: "But didn't he kill the original on the actual plot? Isn't this your doing that he was so into you?" 

"Like what I said, I didn't seduce him. When we did it the first time, I was forced into the situation, remember? He was blackening! Also, I barely altered the original's personality and attitude."

Guide-sama: "What about Maki?" 

"Well, I intentionally made a move on him. But the purpose was to stall his time, not to make him my fish. That time I didn't think that I could benefit from him. You know, he was sending me to my death." 

Guide-sama: "You never anticipated that he would turn tides with Tala?" 

"He was such a loyal dog to Tala in the original plot. I didn't even expect to get him lured that easily." 

Guide-sama: "Oh, that was interesting, but what do you think about Lapil?" 

"Lapil is hawt," 

Guide-sama: "No, not like that--- I mean, what do you think about his feelings for you? Didn't I tell you that he was searching for you?"

"...that's nothing, he likes Tala." 

Guide-sama: "Do you think so?" 

"Yes, I do."

Guide-sama: "So, this wasn't part of your plan?"

"What plan?" 

Guide-sama: "Nothing, it's just that, everything goes according to your plan in the last world. That I thought about the events from this world that favor your side in whatever you do." 

"Aren't you the divine being guiding me? Weren't you supposed to know everything?" 

Guide-sama: "How can I know everything? I don't even know how human emotions work." 

"Do you know him?" The conversation between Yanarym and Guide-sama was interrupted by Achis. Right after Lapil stood up, Achis was in chaos, and seeing her unaffected with Lapil's approach, he asked her in a grim tone. 

He had a premonition, why do they seem so familiar, however, that would be impossible. He was aware of their marriage arrangement. But that was when she was Yanar, she's his Rym now, his woman, his bride. His possession! And based on the information he had received from his people, Yanar and Lapil haven't seen each other once. They wouldn't know each other's appearance except for their names. 

"He's the son of Rajah," Yanarym said nonchalantly, ignoring his possessiveness surging. She could deal with Achis later, as for now, she felt relieved that she had passed the storm, Lapil left the room with no confrontation or making a commotion.

"Does he know you?" Achis continues to probe. 

"If you are asking if I met him before, I did. Do you remember that night when I came home bloody and dirty? I was with him. He threw his dagger on the monkey, and I was the one who killed it." 

"Why are you only telling this to me now?!" Achis hissed, restraining himself to shout at her. How could she hide such crucial information? 

"It doesn't matter." She replied casually. 

"It matters, Rym!"

"It's not! What is the difference?" She sizzled at him and bats her eyes on him. The alcohol was starting to kick into her system; her boldness couldn't be impeded. 

Achis shut his mouth, he was mad, he's angry at her yet he knows he doesn't have the right. He was jealous but didn't want to mention it to her. If he knew that she met the son of Rajah before, he would not bring her here. He would not even think about coming here. 

"I'm heading back to our room. My head is already throbbing." She uttered and wobbled as she stood up. Achis watched her, feeling the vexation that she was causing him, he remained seated and diverted his eyes to their table. 

"Suit yourself, I'll stay here." He said blankly, drinking the content of his cup. Yanarym had no time to prod him because she was getting dizzy. With the help of one of the uripon that was serving them, she left the room without saying goodbye to anyone. 

As she sauntered into the hallway, she was leaning on the wall to walk straight. Her world was turning around, this body's alcohol tolerance was too low. She recalled that time she transmigrated here, this was the very sensation she underwent. 

She heard a voice buzzing in her ears and the guidance of someone. She held onto the arms of the man who was holding her and closed her eyes. Her brain was rolling on her skull and her eyes couldn't focus, it's staggering. 

"Are you alright?" Lapil murmured to the woman who was staggering her way back to her room. He looked at the slave attending Yanarym and gestured to the slave to carry on. 

The slave left in a hurry as she heeds the glare of the Ginoo who had always smiled. 

Yanarym did not answer him but she groaned as she held her temple and rubbed it. "M-my head is spinning, I want to puke!" She exclaimed and pushed him away but he did not let her go. Instead, he lifted her effortlessly and brought her to the window. 

She took off her mask and vomited. Lapil rubs and pats her back to soothe her. As Yanarym finished, she plopped down and Lapil caught her. He wipes the remaining dirt on her face away. Not minding the smell, he lifted her body and carried her like a princess. 

"Bring me a bucket of water to her room." He said in a dire manner directed to the darkness and that was when Famir showed up. 

"Y-yes, Ginoo." Famir left in a hurry while Lapil proceeded on hefting Yanarym's body to the room where she was staying with the young Datu.. If he could, he wanted to bring her to his room.