《Devil's daughter》chapter 3 chance meeting
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Clare stared at her mother as she slept in the cave with the fire lit. They were just outside of the human's countries. Near Qioran the largest of the human countries. Her father had just word day before her coronation that they had summoned heroes 14 days ago. She knit her eye brows as she was deep in her own thoughts. It took her father awhile to get that information yet yesterday he already got invaded by our neighboring humans.
"Clare why don't you sleep instead of standing guard," Camellia asked.
She shook her head as she heard foot steps outside the cave with some panting.
"I swear I will really KILL that Fat King for making me wanted by assassins. For SUMMONING me to this world and not using this opportunity I gave him I will kill that asshole for taking my generosity for granted. Fatty YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED. " (Silver shouted)
"Mother we got a strange visitor," Clare smiles trying not to laugh.
"You look like your enjoying spying on the young lady," Camellia said. Her voice full of amusement as she watched her daughter's eyes lit brightly.
"Should we go see what she's doing then," Clare asked.
She was very curious to this person bad mouthing the king of Qioran one of the human's biggest country. Sure she heard the king was fat but hearing that he was a greedy pig who wanted money and to get rid of those opposed him peaked her interest. Camellia smiled as she nodded to her daughter's question as to whether they should go greet this person. They jumped out of the cave hidden on top of the cliff to down below to where Silver was. Silver blinked at them as they landed perfectly on their feet. It surprised even her, it wasn't possible for a normal person to jump from that height.
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"I'm Clare Vestella Gyno Herias. The princess of the demons. Daughter of the devil and the vampire Camellia," Clare announced herself as she curtsied to Silver.
"Camellia Hellena Veleria. Nice to meet you."
Silver blinked stunned that the biggest of her problems had come when she met these two. Her feeling and her gut instincts was telling her it was way more complex than them standing in front of her.
"Silver Yue. I have no last name. I'm one of the hero that the fat king summoned but upon my rejection to his plan to invade the demons asked the knights to dispose of me. He even sent his army and generals to the inn I was staying at I had to massacre them to get away. Then as if that wasn't enough with the stupid king he sent assassins he had paid after me. It's annoying me now, I should've killed that fatty of a king when I was in his castle." (Silver)
"So like you pissed off the largest human country ever," Camellia laughed.
"It was either that or travel with my childhood friend the Harem King. It was so annoying to be around that womanizer. And he had to ask me why was I so hostile to harmless girls. I mean what part of a jealous women is harmless." (Silver clearly pissed now)
"I see you had your own trouble too," Clare said.
They both decided to travel with Silver without listening to her reasons. Silver sighed in exhaustion instead, these two were tiring her out more than the assassins. She had a feeling if they added more people she'd be more than just tired out. Instead Silver collapsed on the ground crying to herself depressed as she asked why me.
"Because your a interesting person to be around," Camellia answered with a straight face.
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"No worries you'll attract more weirdos," Clare said emotionlessly.
'Why are you two giving me that poker face as if it ain't your problem. I mean aren't those type the most suspected victims or the ones you don't want in a group. I don't want that just go away already then.' (Silver)
Clare fell asleep while standing as Silver looked up at the two. "Sorry we just escaped a invasion yesterday so she's dead tired. It's rare for her to show so much emotions in one day usually she is like a emotionless doll all day long. It's because her father neglected her to the point that she didn't care when she saw him dying. I mean she doesn't even understand most of her emotions she felt when she met you either. At first it was curiosity then you made her laugh so I guess that's enough reason to go with you," Camellia explains.
"What you mean is that Clare showed the most emotions when she was around me." (Silver)
"Exactly just that," Camellia said.
"Can't you both just look for a different person to stalk." (Silver asks)
"That's a weird way to word tagging along on your journey," Camellia said.
"But aren't you two following me along though." (Silver)
"We aren't close enough to be called stalkers though."
Silver looks at Camellia with dead eyes as if to say do what you want I give up reasoning with you. Camellia picked up Clare with one arm and swing her over her left shoulder. 'Is she a shoulder baggage now,' (Silver wanted to shout). She just looked for her food for noon instead. "Does this work," Camellia asked. She tossed a 89 ton bear that was larger than a bus at Silver.
"Isn't this a bit big for me to eat it." (Silver)
"It'll be fine just cook it," Camellia stated.
"I have a feeling this bear is pitiful for crossing your path and you just disregarded the fact that the bear was even a male." (Silver)
"If you cared about every little detail you wouldn't be able to eat 'it' at all."
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