Chapter 10 (1/2)

Chapter 10

Treasure (2)

”Marissa...”

The words were very weak, hardly even heard through her ears.

”Old man.” She replied. From his emotional, weak voice, hers was a nonchalant one, which would make one think that there was absolutely nothing between the two of them...

He looked at her, obviously seeing her right in front of him. How was that possible!? ”Marissa?”

The question was because of the bodies on the floor and wondering if she might even be his child.

Anonym put her dagger away and sat beside him, ”Old man, Marissa died. But seeing as I took her body, I want to know more about invisibility. I can't even become visible right now!”

The old man coughed and a tear fell down his face, he hadn't heard anything after 'Marissa died'. Clenching his fists, that were still tied down, and closing his eyes, he found himself having trouble breathing. It had been torturous in the last couple of days, he had to watch the Hydra Clan wreck his house, then kill his family and then he was forcefully taken away. The only thing that helped him was that his daughter had gotten free, that the impossible had happened and he had been happy in a way, also relieved.

What he had just heard, broke his heart. Did his family die in vain?

”I didn't kill her, old man. Her body was in such a poor condition that she would have died a couple of days ago anyway. Now will you tell me about the art of invisibility?”

The old man was hurting, his heart broken and shattered. How could he continue? ”Kill...me.”

”Hey, if you want die, I'll kill you, but tell me what I want to know first!” Anonym was getting a little angry, she had just saved this old man and now he wants to die! Wasn't he grateful at all!?

Opening his eyes, to look at the child in front of him, he saw that she looked like his late wife. ”...You...”

Wanting to stomp her feet in impatience, she was already over his speechless manner. ”Old man, I got the book from your house, then buried your family, can you tell me anything else?”

By the time she finished speaking, she was looking at him with excitement and the father wondered if she thought that she was a good girl for doing a good deed, with that kind of look on her face.

Taking quite some time to ingest this news, another tear escaped from his eyes. ”Child, thank you.”

This time she really stamped her foot! ”I am not a child!”

The old man let out a small smile, to the child stamping her foot. ”Mmm. All grown up, my little Marissa. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you.”