《Rise as a Demon Lordress》Vol 1 Ch 6: Escaped Death
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The scene Nimata walked into was a scene of absolute horror.
A demon ogre holding the head of Aman above her mouth and the blood pouring from it.
She saw her little sister no where in sight.
"Die Demon!" Nimata yells and unsheaths her sword then charged towards the demon in anger.
There was no contact because the demon ogre managed to dodge dropping the head on to the ground.
"So you've gotten stronger, huh? Was it fun killing all those humans, you demon trash!" Nimata yells once again charging towards the demon ogre.
This time she made contact but the demon ogre had grabbed her blade as if it was easy.
"You smell like death and destruction. A trash demon like you deserve the same fate as the innocent lives you've taken!" Nimata screams.
She thrust her leg out landing a solid kick in the demon ogre's abdomen.
It went flying backards and caught itself by digging it's hand into the ground.
It looked up at Nimata with an angry snarl and came scrambling towards her like a rabid dog.
Nimata swings her sword at the exact same time.
*Slash!*
The sound of her blade slicing flesh could be heard.
the demon ogre screams and once again backed off.
Nimata flew back her sword to get rid of the blood that stuck to it.
She gripped it tightly, "where's my sister, you filth?" She asked pointing the sword towards the demon.
The demon snarled at her and again came charging at her.
"Fine, you will die here, by my hand." Nimata says with a narrowed gaze filled with hatred and disgust.
Even if there was a chance her sister survived this massacre it was best to kill this demon trash as we speak.
She positioned the sword above her head and closed her eyes.
Gathering her aura into her blade she opened her eyes and swiftly brought her sword downwards.
The blade successfully sliced right through the demon's shoulder.
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The Demon pulled back, it's steps were much slower than before.
Nimata watched it run in the other direction the blood spewing from its shoudlers.
She musn't let it get far.
"Sister?" A small voice drew her attention.
Nimata turned around quickly to find her little sister appear from behind a boulder.
Nimata could feel a sense of relief wash over her, "Rona! My sweet little sister, are you hurt?" She asked crouching down before her to check for any injuries.
"No, but Aman..." Rona say her voice cracking.
Nimata pulled her sister close, "yeah. I saw." She says.
"Waaahhhh!" The cries of sorrow from her sister pierced the night sky.
Another's Perspective
Reesa is seen running through the trees, there was no feeling in her shoulder.
She had not regained her senses either.
Even so her body knew when she was not the match of that human.
Get away.
Human strong.
Run far away.
The farther she ran with her shoulder dripping with blood the heavier her body became.
She was starting to slow down and her steps became more wobbly.
Even her vision has started to blur.
One can see something huge flying above the forest looking down.
It can see the body of Reesa falling to the ground.
It's vision can also make out the human that was running in the direction of that body.
The huge thing flew down from the sky scooping her up in it's large claw.
It then flew away towards east.
Beyond the forest, over the ocean, past villages and cities, and finally towards mountains covered in snow.
A week later....
Nimata's Perspective
*Bam!*
"Why did such a huge tradgedy struck Forland City!?" King Umarius the lll yells.
Nimata is on her right knee with her head bowed before him.
She had traveled for six whole days to the Palace of Forland Kingdom.
It seems that the king had been notified of the massacre that occured in the Forland City beforehand.
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"It's my fault Your Majesty. I made a mistake and brought in a Demon Ogre after rescuing it from slave traders." She tells him.
It's better that he thought the demon had attacked, even though Nimata had so kindly brought it under her wing.
"And where is that demon ogre now?" He asked tapping his finger impatiently on his throne's arm.
'It seems that it escaped." she told him.
"Escaped! Not dead? Are you incompetent?" He roared standing from his throne and glaring in her direction.
She clenched her fist and looked up at him, "I'm sorry Your Majesty. It won't happen again." She says bowing her head once again.
To get lectured by this trash, she must be losing her touch.
He sat back down, "nevermind, there's no point finding the cause of the massacre. We should tell the people that the damage to the city was because of bandits. Let them know that there is no need to worry because we captured those bandits and have executed them accordingly. No need to cause world-wide panic." King Umarius ordered shooing her away in the process.
She stands and placed her fist to her chest, "Yes Your Majesty. Your decree will be spread throughout Forland Kingdom and it's cities." She says.
Nimata leaves the palace her expression turning dark.
Damn, if it weren't for that damned demon trash she wouldn't have to take orders from that King.
Nimata climbs into the carriage.
Her mind went back to the night the demon ogre disappeared.
The last thing she saw that night was a shadow flying in the sky but she had no clue if that was what took her demon.
Well if so, that means the demon ogre won't live for very long.
Female Lead's Perspective
It was all a haze.
The last thing I remembered from that night was my hunger and that was it.
When I woke up from this very long dream I was lying on a bed in a log cabin.
It's been three days since I woke up and I'm not sure how I got here or when.
The peron who supposedly saved me was not around, the only person I saw was a young orc boy by the name of Til, that tended my wound.
My hunger from that night had vanished and I felt incredibly satisfied.
I stared out the window at the white snow that piled up on the ground outside.
It was at that moment that Til came over with a bowl of what looked like some kind of soup.
"You must be hungry." He says handing over the bowl and wooden spoon.
I wasn't very hungry but I took the bowl anyways.
"So, what is an Demon Ogre General doing out here anyways?" Til asked.
His question caught me off guard, I wasn't even sure how to answer him.
So he continued to talk, "when my Master brought you here, you were seriously badly injured and it was clear that you underwent your evolution at that moment as well."
"I went through an evolution change?" I asked. That does explain why I felt like my body has grown.
"Do you have a mirror?" I asked.
Til nods and runs over to a nearby drawer and removes a hand held mirror from it.
He runs back over and showed the mirror to me.
I stared at the demon that looked back at me and was shocked to see my change first hand.
What the hell happened that I would undergo such a huge change?
Maybe the person that saved me could tell me?
"Your Master, when will he return?" I asked still staring at my reflection.
"Well according to Master he went to collect some materials. I'm not sure when he will return though." Til answered.
I wonder what kind of person rescued me?
Who is this mysterious Master?
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