Chapter 315 - Agatha (13) (1/2)

”... Where the hell am I?” she asked herself after realizing she was not in her room or anywhere in the castle.

The girl fought the fear sprouting from within and tried to remember what took place after she successfully escaped from the street thugs.

It seemed… she was with the fake messenger who kept trying to shoo her away?

What then?

She got up and lightly massaged her back waist. It was aching due to hours of lying on a hard bed which she was not used to. Her expression contorted due to the pain from her back. Her feet too seemed bruised. What the hell?

'So I tailed that youth and then managed to get back to the main street. But why am I here? Where is this place?'

The girl hurriedly stood up, and without removing her hand on her back waist, she strode towards the window. A gasp came out of her lips upon discovering she recognized none of the houses and everything in the street. There were no tall establishments. It was as if she was in a simple village, with the dwellings all so simple or, even, crude. There was a vast expanse of fields in front. She could even spot several farmers emerging from the fields and entering the paved roads.

Wait… maybe she was really in a village? Which one? This did not seem like the village inside their territory... There was no pond near the plantations.

'If I managed to reach the main street earlier… Did I rent a wagon to send me back to the church? Or simply waited for Adam and the others to fetch me there?'

'Oh no! I remember knocking my head on the wall when I was chasing after the fake messenger. Er, wait, that seems to be a giant's back … I might have lost consciousness back then.'

Aliyah felt so uneasy as she had no recollection of what happened after. The place was unfamiliar. She wanted to look for people to gather information. What if she was actually in a gang's hideout?

As undesirable scenarios popped up in her mind one after another, she scooted towards the door. For several seconds, she hesitated to move its bar lock to the side, fearing there would be malicious people waiting for her outside.

Quite a while had passed before she came into a decision.

When she finally managed to gather the courage to push the door open and peek out, the first thing she saw was dark brown… Or maybe the color was different but since there was not enough light there, it appeared brown to her. What she was sure was that it was so close to her. There was no way it was the wall opposite the door.

Her gaze moved down.

She held her breath upon seeing a pair of worn-out leather shoes there. It meant there was actually a person standing before her!

When her eyes moved up again, Aliyah's mouth fell open as she saw a pair of brown eyes that were so cold, yet at the same time, seemingly burning… in suppressed anger.

”Have you fooled around enough? Then move to the side,” said the person without raising his voice. Yet the words and tone were enough to tell his current mood.

It was the fake messenger that spoke!

Aliyah's brain short-circuited for some time. She didn't know her current situation so she didn't reply. But her body moved before she knew it.

'Bang!'

She closed the door fiercely! It was an involuntary move. She even pasted her back against the door while contemplating which heavy objects inside the room to use as a blockade. Cold sweat was running down her spine.

As expected the man outside became too irritated and began to knock violently on the door. ”Hey, did you know you almost injured my nose? Why did you suddenly close the door? Let me in!”

Loud screeching noises accompanied the young man's angry outburst.

Before Aliyah replied, she first made sure the chairs and table she dragged where securely placed before the door.

”Sorry, I'm still busy understanding my situation. So can you please stay outside for a while?” she said while checking out how high the window was from the ground.

She had already confirmed that the room was on the second floor. There was a sense of urgency within her. She didn't know how she ended up here.

And the guess that seemed closer to the truth was that she was kidnapped by the youth again! As expected of a person who made a fool out of a bishop, he was not a good person!