21 Hero Saving the Beauty is so Archaic (1/2)

Aslan's ears perked up upon hearing the scream, while Chalice straightened up alertly. She commanded Aslan to stop and stay still at a nearby tree to wait for her. Chalice then leaped through the trees without a sound and stealthily blended herself in the greenery. She inched closer to the source of commotion.

Anyone seeing Chalice right now would exclaim in wonder. Her dress shirt had long lost its sleeves revealing her porcelain shoulders and fair arms. Her slim waist was emphasized by the tight sash of her trousers. Ebony waves put up in a messy pony by a strip of cloth fluttered lightly in the air framing her exquisite face, though smeared with dust was still undeniably breath-taking.

Chalice was the definition of beauty. And this very beauty was on her way to save another. She scouted the clearing and saw a young girl, around 14 of age with her hands bound up. Her robes were partially opened revealing the white skin underneath. Her phoenix eyes were brimming with tears which she obviously was trying hard to rein in. Her cute nose and thin lips added to the delicateness of her being.

The girl reminded Chalice of a Chinese teenager with her face and style of dress. However, her admiration was cut short when she saw a buff guy with scars across the cheek manhandling the girl.

Chalice roamed her eyes around, assessing her enemies. There was five of them. The other four men were either drinking or eating what seemed like beef jerky. She surmised that they were on a short break. Chalice narrowed her eyes. These people were resting after a successful kidnapping.

Chalice noticed that the fog around this part of Cloud Forest was thinner than it was where she came from. Aside from that, the sun was about to rise which had made the place a lot clearer.

It was evident that these people did their operation a few hours ago. Dawn is when people are in their deepest sleep and their guards at the lowest. These hooligans made use of that fact. Chalice wondered who the girl could be. Her question was answered when a man with an eye patch on his right eye spoke.

”Hey, Duff leave the girl alone. We'll benefit a lot more if she's untainted.”

The eye-patch guy commanded. Looks like he was the leader. The man named Duff stopped his manhandling reluctantly before turning to the eyepatch guy.

”If you say so boss. But I didn't expect the Keyne tribe have such a beauty among them. She'll fetch a high price that I'm sure.”

Chalice frowned as she continued to listen to the conversation of the men. She figured that they were kidnappers and at the same time slavetraders. Chalice was enraged. She couldn't process that her territory was infested with these scum. It must said that Chalice had a strong sense of justice, courtesy of her past life's parents. She treaded the dark path in order to eliminate the darkness of society within.

That part of her was retained and was magnified even more when she was transmigrated in a feudalistic world like this. Chalice wouldn't let anyone of these rats live on.

She gritted her teeth and calculated whether she could take on this group or not. She needed to save the girl and get rid of these trash lest they corrupt her precious fief further. Chalice went down to where Aslan was.

She pressed her mouth near the lion and asked him to bend again so she could sit on his back. After which she asked the lion to go directly to the clearing.

What followed was a scene which dazed the men and even the girl. A beautiful woman languidly sitting down at the back of a lion, a bewitching smile on her vermillion lips. Her enchanting emerald eyes roamed around the men and lastly fell onto the girl being held down.

The people was roused from their stupor when the woman's sultry voice resounded.