"Angela, is something wrong?" Nuka asked from behind me.
I smiled faintly and turned to him.
"No, not at all! Everything is perfectly fine," I said loudly.
"Angela… are you okay?" Nuka asked, more concerned.
"Yes, I'm doing great. Why?" I responded with the same smile.
"Well, your eyes completely widened, and the grimace of anger is showing all your teeth."
I suddenly recalled something.
I quickly asked him, "Nuka, did you bring your camera today?"
"Yes, I brought it for our documentary project. Why?"
"Hand it over; I want to create a real documentary."
***
Sometimes, people believe in absurd bluffs that, upon thinking about them afterward, they realize that they are truly stupid! There's a difference between me and those people: 'I'm so dumbass that until now I didn't even doubt the nonsense talk from that bastard.'
My IQ has been low from the very beginning. Even in my past life. Well, I think I've lost the one or two brain cells I had back then. Not to mention why I had this image of a big and mysterious person in my mind.
'In my mind, that person appeared like some kind of secret agent whom I shouldn't get involved with. But I never told myself: why would an important person be busy taking pictures on top of that tall bell tower?'
The wind started to blow through my hair. I was sitting behind some large wooden boxes, leaning my head against them. I had no idea what was inside or why they were there. But I didn't really care.
"I suspect that perveret has been lurking here, and I just haven't seen him yet."
And I'm here now. To walk in his shoes.
*One hour ago*
"Click"
"Oh…"
I looked at the photo that came out of the camera.
'I've never seen a camera like this before.'
Despite its appearance, which was just a small metal box approximately the size of my palm, the pictures it took were of really high quality. Instead of all the gadgets that were connected to the cameras in my past world, this one just had a small hole with a round, soft thing attached to a string. No lens, no monitor, no filter…
"So you're saying this activates with any kind of magic?" I asked Nuka.
"Yes, that's why you can use it without detecting your sponsor. After all, everyone's body has magic and mana."
he handed it to me.
"Give it a try."
I took the camera from his hand and gently pressed on that round hanging part. Suddenly, it felt like something left my body.
"Click!" A photo I took of Nuka emerged from the edge of the camera.
"How interesting…"
"Just one thing to note Angela, we need to be ready for the ceremony in two hours. Until then, please…"
"…"
"Did you renege me again?" I easily heard his shout from behind the building wall. But I didn't pay any attention and continued on my way.
"I know you're close by (he continued in a crying tone), at least promise me you'll be back soon…"*Present time*
I clutched the camera tightly against my chest. One of the reasons I didn't report on him right away, apart from what was mentioned, was that no one was paying attention to my words. When no one acknowledges your presence, logically, they won't value your opinions either, or they might dismiss them so lightly that they might not even pay attention to what you say. And I was afraid of feeling those indifferent gazes on me again. Looks devoid of emotion, attention, and enthusiasm.That's why I decided to gather evidence and give them to Nuka.
Unlike me he's very good at getting other peopl's attention.
I was biting my lips out of frustration and anger.
'I must relief my shame from getting my self fooled in anyway possible, Azima didn't lose her pride completely...'
"Of course, it was a very spontaneous decision. I don't know what time he gets here, but I saw him last around this time.
As soon as I heard footsteps, I quickly hid behind the boxes. I slowly brought my head out from behind the box. It was him, the bastard. I nervously brought the camera viewfinder up to my eyes. He reached into his pocket as he climbed the last step. His whistling stopped, and he looked around curiously. It seemed like he was searching for something or someone.
"Young lady? Are you here?"
As I focused the camera on him, he went behind the bell.
'Ah damn you!'
I lowered the camera and moved to the other side of the box. But he still wasn't in my line of sight. He wouldn't come out from behind the bell either, the bastard. I got frustrated.
"Why won't you come out..." I muttered under my breath.
"Are you looking for something, young lady?"
I looked back in fear. "How did you—ack!"
he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up.
"Taking photos of others without permission is illegal, young lady"
"Someone needs to tell you about that, you perveret."
With one hand, he lifted me up so high that my feet weren't on the ground anymore. I began to squirm.
"Let me go, you perverted bastard!"
"I'm not perverted."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not..."
"Only a perverted person stalks others and takes pictures of them."
'Now that I think about it, he must have been looking for me even before I got here, and it didn't take him long to find my spot. He might have stalked me and knows I'm here?'
This thought made me more agitated. I fidgeted more in front of him.
"Put me down," I screamed at him.
Finally, he set me down.
"Young lady, my intentions in taking pictures of you and others are not ill-natured. It's for a special task."
"Then why did you threaten me with it? You wanted to keep me quiet so that the manager wouldn't know you're here."
"It's not as you think..."
I put my hands on my hips.
"If that's the case, then tell me what it is."
Of course, these things don't concern me. But I need to figure out if my photos are safe and my pride, which has become fragile because of this.
"Well... actually—"
"Angela, help!!!"
I looked back at the voice of someone who was always a pain in the back. Nuka was running towards me, shouting.
"Angela, save me from these—"
Suddenly, a large, red flame shot out from behind him, and he dodged it.
"They want to grill me alive!!."
"What?"