My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Chapter 562

Chapter 562: A Colorful Interrogation

I was being hounded. Surrounded.

Beset by all sides, by three very eager, very bright colors, shuffling closer and closer, as the mischievous looks on their faces grew wider and wider.

The one in the middle stomped hard on her blue boots, always the first one to get engaged, the first to have a say, “Smell that, See that?” she said, wagging a reprimanding finger. “Conduct unbecoming, a scandal in the making! What’s the verdict, ladies?”

“No doubt about it,” red stated, her whisper bouncing across the white walls.

“Guilty as charged!” green exploded, like a bomb dressed in makeup and heels, and at that point, I probably went momentarily deaf too.

My eyes drifted slowly from one end of the color spectrum to the other.

See, I’ve never been jumped in an empty washroom before, but I definitely don’t think muggers were supposed to look like young, youthful girls... let alone also police officers.

.....

“How the hell did you guys even get here?” was my first question to figure out that hole in the plot, but I only managed to get partway through – the girl in blue raising another finger.

“Hush, hush!” She warned, in a very good imitation of Irene’s tone. “We asked the questions around here... and boy, do we have a lot of questions for you.”

“Lots of questions,” red softly asserted.

“And plenty to answer for!” affirmed green.

I think I’m starting to get what Irene meant about wanting to keep our relationship secret from her colleagues. Rabid, ravenous wolves, the entire lot, I tell ya.

“How about we all start over? Rewind back to the one question that you still haven’t answered,” the blue with fire in her eyes, took another step forward. “How exactly do you know the always prim, always proper detective?”

I spilled the beans, dropped the act. Told them exactly what they already suspected – the detective has a little romantic secret.

Not like I had much for viable alternatives here. I make a run for it, I’m handcuffed, I stay quiet, they’ll play good cop bad cop on me except without the good cops or a random table to fling across the room. Can’t call an attorney either, don’t think any would seem too eager to be working out of a karaoke restroom, so, yeah, I snitched.

They had my full and total cooperation willingly.

Or at least... allegedly.

Even after omitting all the mythical and otherworldly details, it was still practically ages before we were finally caught up to the present time. At least three other guys wandered in during my testimony, to which green would flash the badge, red would guide them to their designated stalls, and blue continue to heed and scribble some notes.

Gotta admit... they’re pretty coordinated.

“I’m speechless.”

“I’m shocked...”

“I’m shittin’ myself.”

They took turns saying after I was done.

“Good for you, all of you,” I said, slipping myself out of a crevice between red and blue. “Right, bye now.”

I made it only halfway out into the corridor before I heard the clacking stampede of heels and boots rushing in from behind me.

“Hold on, hold on!” shouted blue, quickly emerging to my left and matching my pace. “You aren’t dismissed, you still have a lot to answer for!”

“Yes, I’m really dating her. No, I’m not blackmailing her. Yes, I’m sure she really loves me too, she likes latte, drinks red wine... gets giddy when she drunk, very giddy,” My eyes searched the ceiling tiles for more questions. “Ah, and yeah, I still am kinda an actor. Now, would that be all?”

Blue took to scribbling a bit more on her notepad, nodding satisfied... as opposed to the pair red and green, trailing me to my right, with a gaze sensing juicy gossip.

“Have you k-kissed yet?” asked red, a little hesitance to her already timid tone. “Or been on a date?”

“Did ya have sex yet?!” leaned in green, on tiptoe and practically shoving her face as close as she could to me. “How was it, ey? The detective just as assertive in bed as she is in public? Or did she rather have a guy like you take the lead instead, in this kind o’ affairs?” She shared a giggle with the others. “Hey who’s betting? You guys wanna bet on it?”

“Sorry, I’m all out of answers,” I said, keeping both my gaze and expression as straight as I could. “Guess you’re just gonna have to use your imagination.”

“Oh, I’m definitely imagining it, alright...” Green gave a low but promiscuous snicker, eyeing me with a little squint. “And boy, don’t I like what I see...”

How the hell do I keep getting myself into these kinds of things? Would the earth go kaboom if I were to have just one normal week? I really don’t get it, man.

I went on ahead as they fell back behind, a bit too caught up sharing whispered excitements and mutters at this shocking new development in human history to pay any regard to me.

My hope was I’d make it back to the booth, slip myself between two strangers, and be done having to associate with any red, green, and blue colors for the rest of the day.

But apparently, that hope of mine was far deep in the realms of wishful thinking.

I felt a hand tug me to a halt, and my heart sunk down all the way down Mariana’s bowels, seeing a little blue glove clinging firmly onto my shoulder.

“Hold up! Hold up!” The indigo leader proclaimed. “We aren’t done just yet.”

“Well, I definitely am,” I said, plucking her fingers loose. “Constitution says I have rights, so any more questions and without a warrant, I’m afraid I’ll – ”

“Nope, no more questions, done with the questions,” She said, hastily stuffing her notepad back into her coat. “We want in on this fling! 100% in!”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“We want to help,” red clarified with a genuine smile. “You and the detective.”

“We want to have fun!” proclaimed green, rubbing her emerald mittens in glee. “And this relationship of yours sounds like a lotta fun!”

“Put it simply...” blue said, marching front and center between them all. “We’re a bit put out having to deal with the bossy and strict detective all the time, you get what I’m saying?”

“Not really,” I muttered.

“You forgot your badge! Your uniform’s too wrinkled! Get changed!” mocked green with a snicker.

Red added in, her imitation weak and meek, “Y-You’re shaking your gun too much. Aim for the head! It’s kill or be killed, remember!”

Now that’s just plain fuckin’ scary.

“Yeah, yeah, basically that,” shrugged blue. “I mean, you can only take so much of it, you know?”

“Your point being?” I asked.

“You!” She said, pointing fingers again. “You’re my point! While we’re stuck with uptight and bossy over here – you get to see an entirely different side to the detective! The only one too, probably! It’s unjust.”

“It’s unfair,” agreed red.

“It’s horseshit,” as well as green.

“So what we’re basically saying is...” Blue continued, her smile, leaning in close, forming long and foreboding. “If it does truly exist, we’d also like to see that mysterious and oh, so cute side to the detective with our very own eyes.”