《Dragon Princess Reborn》Chapter 3 Part 6
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Hello guys, I was forced to stop writting for a few reason; but here I come with a new part of this chapter which is also its end.
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The sun was slowly sitting as Rilesta entered a heavy guarded large building, accompanied with a scarred faced man in his late thirty. On her way, most of the men made a military salute to which she most of the time replied with a bow of her head and a faint smile.
The man, on the other hand, looked indifferent, yet as both of them entered what seemed to be a bar within the building, the man’s eyes flashed with curiosity.
“I didn’t expect you to spare them, wasn’t miss planning on killed them before we left?”
Rilesta smiled with a peaceful smile as she looked at the scarred man.
“Something must be wrong with your brain Reil, how could you be thinking of killing such a lovely child?”
Not believing a single of her word, Reil chuckled as he shook his head.
“Despite your age, the commander isn’t the type of woman who would be sweetened by a little girl. That child represents a danger, there must be a reason why you didn’t eliminate her… Something must have happened right before we left which made you change your plan.”
A complex expression formed on Rilesta’s face as she stared at the man in front of her, sighing as she threw herself at a coach and drunk a whole glass of beer before opening her mouth.
“Reil, how much time have you spend under my commands?”
Slowly closing his eyes, Reil started remembering the past and the very first time he met this commander when they were in the army.
“Thirteen… No, maybe fifteen years?”
Plenty of memories flowed into Rilesta’s mind, some gruesome about the men she commanded and comrades who fell in order to save her life. Some others about the good times and the joy they shared when they returned from a battlefield… Yet still returning to it like thirsty beasts only waiting to drink blood
“Fifteen years, huh? No wonder you can see through me so easily…”
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“How could I? It was just an intuition.”
“But what did you mean by ‘despite your age’... You owe me one punch.”
Reil quickly paled as he imagined the state he would be left in after receiving a single punch and weakly begged.
“Haha… Please spare me…”
Rilesta exhaled as she grabbed some papers hidden in her pocket before throwing it at the man with a difficult expression. On the other hand, the man’s amused face quickly vanished and was now replaced with a very serious expression as some drop of cold sweat fell to the ground.
“What do you think?”
Thoroughly reading each and every line of the paper with an undivided attention, Reil’s heart started beating faster and faster as every line increased the invisible pressure crushing his heart.
“When did you receive this report? Is it from a reliable source?”
Despite wanting to smile and mock the distressed man who rarely show his fear, Rilesta didn’t have the heart to as she knew how serious this issue was. After hearing that the source came from their own men, Reil turned even paler.
“We knew about the twenty of Bloskin’s guards vanishing, leaving behind only a pool of blood. This is also why commander our own guards ordered them to stay at the barrack. It’s a good thing that your foresight managed to save their life.”
First report: In the middle of the afternoon, a group of twenty guards who were charged of tracking two young female thieves were found to be missing after taking action. In an isolated alley not far from the marketplace were found a few fragment of guards armor stained with blood. The area was soaked by a mist of blood.
Second report: A total of 700 guards, approximately half of the city’s guard suddenly vanished as they were tracking the suspect of the disappearance of the first group. The only clue left behind by their sudden disappearance are the pool of blood extremely similar to the one mentioned in the first report. According to many passersby, the victims suddenly vanished right after entering an isolated area.
Some of the witnesses who discovered those pools mentioned hearing a woman’s laughter.
“Thinking about how I held a knife at her throat make me shiver.”
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Rilesta frowned as she started to think about a few loopholes in this report that didn’t make sense.
“I actually don’t believe that the girl was the actual culprit. I had her followed ever since she entered the area, yet, she didn’t visit even a single place of those places apart from the one mentioned in the first report.”
The man looked a little surprised but also relieved, afraid of imagining what might have happened if it had indeed been Shina’s doing.
“While she may not be the culprit, I am sure that she is definitely related to their death. All of the dead guards were the ones charged of capturing her. Someone or something is actually protecting her from the shadow, and it most likely knew that we were bluffing about harming her and didn’t bother taking action… Or perhaps couldn’t due to some reasons.”
Unknowingly, Rilesta had hit the spot but couldn’t have imagined that the only reason why Mystel didn’t appear was because Arsal was following Shina.
As they were talking, Reil’s eyes abruptly narrowed as he glared toward Rilesta… Or most precisely at the black mist which had suddenly formed behind her. But as he was going to rush in and pull her away, his body suddenly froze like a rock preventing him from performing any movement.
“Hello, little lady~ Nice to meet you.” A woman’s voice echoed around them, yet nobody in the bar even perceived what was going on.
Rilesta who hadn’t noticed until now why Reil suddenly overreacted suddenly realized what was going on, yet just like Reil, her body was frozen in place.
It wasn’t that the woman had used magic or some special abilities, they simply felt fear. Their body was frozen in place due to an overwhelming fear disturbing all of their senses, yet, it didn’t even allow them to lose consciously.
The mist gathered into a small ball above Rilesta’s shoulder, forming into a woman’s face… Mystel’s one.
“Fufufu~ Aren’t you an intelligent woman? No wonder you seem to be very popular among your men.”
Trying her best to move, due to her military training and her various years on the battlefield, Rilesta somehow managed to move her mouth and utter a few words.
“Who… are y-...”
Hearing the woman’s words, Mystel’s expression suddenly vanished, turning into an incredibly cold and murderous one. The reflection of Rilesta in her eyes indicated that she didn’t even consider her to be better than bugs. Rilesta’s heart stopped beating for a moment.
“You don’t need to know.”
Some of the mist gathered around Rilesta’s neck, forming a monstrous hand which nail pointed at her throat; ready to pierce it and make blood fly all over the bar within an instant.
“Your only mistake was to threaten my daughter…”
The cold-blooded voice coming from Mystel was filled with bloodthirst, it sounded cold yet contained an insatiable desire for murder, making Rilesta close her eyes as she resigned herself to her oncoming death.
“Is what I wanted to say but I shall spare you.”
Not able to process what entered her ears, Rilesta looked at Mystel with a dumbstruck expression.
“Rejoice, humans, you are the second being I have ever spared…”
‘The first one being that little marble staying at my daughter’s side.’
Rilesta didn’t look relieved yet, as Mystel was still present. A single word managed to come out of her mouth as she still remained under Mystel’s pressure.
“Wh-y?”
A faint smile appeared on Mystel’s face as her expression turned somewhat embarrassed as she started to vanish.
“Because you have good tastes… My daughter is indeed very lovely.”
The black mist completely vanished and nobody in the bar even noticed what just happened. It took a few minutes for Rilesta and Reil to regain their sense.
“Reil, are you alright?”
“Y-Yes.”
Somewhat still absent-minded, Reil someone managed to reply.
“Then hurry and make everyone evacuate the building.”
Confronted with Rilesta’s angry voice, Reil didn’t dare waste a single second and quickly started moving. With his brain still somewhat recovering from the shock, he didn’t understand or even try to think about the reason behind Rilesta’s order and simply complied.”
As the people orderly started to evacuate, a faint sour smell slowly began to fill the bar. Once everyone had evacuated, Rilesta stood up and walked toward the upstairs. The area between her legs until her knees was soaked, making her inwardly sigh.
“Even if I die, I can’t show this appearance to my subordinates…”
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