Chapter 580 - Shedevil (1/2)

~Half a day ago~

Heira stumbled out of a teleportation gate, her knees feeling weak.

A mixture of emotions seemed to ram against her skull, causing her to keel over, the contents of her stomach emptying out before her.

She heaved and coughed, her elegant demeanor twisting to nothing every time she remembered Anared wouldn't be coming back.

After a long while, when her heaves reaped nothing but dry coughs, she stood, wiping her mouth with her forearm.

If those who wrote tales of this goddess like woman were to see her now, it was hard to tell how they'd react.

Heira took a look around the world she was on currently. But, after a moment, it became clear that it would be hard to call this place a world at all. Rather, it was an asteroid floating aimlessly in space. If it wasn't for the Force Arts protecting her from the cold and especially the fearsome Astral Wind Force, she would have died a hundred different ways by now.

Her appearance hadn't gone unnoticed.

This was a small relay hub, the location of which was usually only known to bounty hunters and the like. So, it could be said that their alertness was as high as it came. Plus, considering the small size of the asteroid, they would be far to incompetent to miss the sight of a grieving and vomiting beauty.

The hub was made of nothing more than what looked like a gas station. As for what kind of vehicles it fueled, it was hard to tell. But, from the outside, it didn't seem to be as important as it truly was.

Heira stumbled forward, the change of gravity not helping her case in the slightest. But, she still managed to make it to a dwarf like man who seemed to be napping.

The short man reclined on a chair, his face covered by a newspaper. Even after Heira got close, he still didn't react.

”Give me a communication channel.” Heira said coldly.

The dwarf like man shifted slightly, a single groggy eye peeking out from behind the folds of his slipping newspaper.

But before he could speak, Heira slipped a ring off her finger and threw it at him.

The man seemed to finally awaken, snatching the ring out of the air with movements that were far too nimble.

Without a word, he hooked his finger toward a narrow wooden outhouse that exuded a foul stench.

Heira stumbled toward it without a word. She didn't seem to give a damn about the smell as she barged in, not even glancing toward the filth filling the toilet bowl.

She reached for a rusted phone hanging above that seemed to have appeared from thin air. With nimble fingers, she dialed numbers in quick succession, her demeanor becoming calmer and calmer by the second. It was as though every number she clicked sealed away another portion of her soul, chaining away emotions that she had just worn out in the open.

”Hello.”

It seemed to be a greeting, but the voice on the other side seemed as distant as possible.

”Commander Scithe.”

”Ah, Miss Heira. It's surprising that you've called me directly this time. Finally had enough of manipulating my subordinates?”

Heira didn't seem to react much to this accusation.