Chapter 37 (1/2)
Volume 2 – Merak Temple's Rebirth and Sword Mound's Secret
37 – Prologue, Amid Fire
This may already be another world.
Wailing came from all sides.
A flame tongue floating in the wind grazed the girl's nose. There was fire rising in the distance.
The fire concealed a ma.s.sacre. The girl faintly smelt a disgusting smell… it was the smell of blood.
The vast mansion was being destroyed.
Everything was fading away. Only the place where the girl stayed was still dragging out its existence.
“… is that person still not willing to let me go?” Looking at the scene in front of her, feeling the invisible death, the girl muttered to herself.
She has expected that there would come such a day, but when things really unfolded before her eyes, she still fell in a state of bewilderment.
The long-lasting happy life has made the girl subconsciously ignore a fact… that she shouldn't exist. At least, in that person's mind, she shouldn't be alive.
Yes, it's long overdue.
“… Young Miss!” A shout roused the girl back to her senses.
A maid was running towards the rock garden where the girl was located.
The girl hurriedly greeted the other party. Without waiting for the other party to calm her breathing, she eagerly asked: “Where's father?”
The maid's face was distorted by fear, her clothes were messy and covered with ashes, and there were some bruises on her face.
In the girl's memory, this maid who served her looked always composed. But at this time, it felt like that impression was a lie.
“… I, I haven't, I haven't seen Master…”
When she heard the answer, the girl felt her heart tighten fiercely.
The girl involuntarily bit her lower lip hard and broke the skin, and a taste instantly overflowed her mouth, a faint fishy taste that could not be dispelled.
“Young Miss, what do we do now?”
“… we can't wait any longer…”
Otherwise, I will be swallowed up by the flames sweeping through everything.
The girl wasn't a selfish person. If she could, she would do everything in her power.
But she was a rational person.
She knew that even if she put her life on the line, it won't be of any use.
… keep on living.
Only if she lives, will there be hope, the hope called “revenge”.
“Young Miss, where is the secret pa.s.sage? We should hurry, the guards can't hold on for much longer.” The maid looked around and spoke eagerly.
How does she know about the secret pa.s.sage? The girl suddenly looked up and found that the maid's gaze unnaturally fell on her hand.
Her hand has turned pale because of the force with which she was clenching a long, straight blade.
It was a pure white Hengdao [1].
“…” The girl narrowed her eyes.
Apparently aware that there was something amiss about the girl, the maid asked timidly: “Young, Young Miss?”
“… you mind this blade?”
Although the blade is exquisite, but is it worth minding it?
“It… it's because I have never seen you hold a blade, Young Miss… so…”
“In this situation?”
In this life-and-death situation.
“I…”
“Forget it.” The girl turned around and immediately heard the sound of a sigh of relief behind her.
“Right, how do you know about the secret pa.s.sage?” With her back facing the maid, the girl asked, pretending not to care.
“I… uh.” Her voice came to an abrupt stop.
With the flash of a blade ray, fair skin was slashed open, and the throat of the maid was cut open.
A fountain of blood shot out and landed on the girl's pale face and blue dress.
The maid pressed her hands on her neck, but the blood still flowed from between the fingers. She stared at her mistress incredulously and opened her mouth to say something. But what could she say with her throat cut open? She could only make some unintelligible sounds. A look of denouncement and unwillingness in her eyes, her eyes slowly closed.
White clothes, red blood.
Looking at the maid collapsed in a pool of her own blood, the girl lowered her eyes.
In addition to her father, only her and her siblings knew about the secret pa.s.sage.
A maid could not know about this.
“…I already knew… I already knew…”
The girl suddenly felt cold.