21 The Dark Gods Have Returned (1/2)

After entering the same state of frenzy, the moment she regained her conscience was strangely similar. A blank memory past the time where her instincts took control and no idea how much time had passed after it. Seeing the ravaged body of Daryl, she took a step back. If she didn't feel anything for the destroyed body of a deer, the sight in front of her was still a former human. But apparently, her other personality didn't make any difference between the two. The begging and terrified face of the rapist was still engraved on his head, head that was a good twenty meters away from his body.

Knowing that someone will investigate her trail, she couldn't let this spectacle be noticed. Even if she was a very weak magician and was not capable of using magic like her younger sister, she was still capable of creating something useful.

”[Fireball]!”

Muirnë shouted that spell of the 2nd Circle and soon, insider her right palm, a small ball of fire appeared. It was more or less the same size as her head and a few of those will be enough to burn everything. Funnily enough, she noticed that she couldn't feel anything about the fire burning near her. Previously, each time she used a spell, she would feel some minor inconveniences. But now, after all the tortures she suffered, she wasn't even able to notice something that small. Grabbing the lone head, she threw it into the pyre. As for praying for the soul of that bastard, she wouldn't do it. His quick death was merciful enough.

By the time she reached the place where she slaughtered the rest of the soldiers, the thin boy was still petrified. The princess was gladly surprised by that because even if she took a long time to eat the human body, that witness won't be able to tell that. However, the moment he saw her coming near him, his reaction was quite unfriendly.

”MO-MO-MONSTER! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!”

Without even bothering about the state of his princess and, logically, commander, he buggered off. But he was still in the hand a normal human and not someone like Muirnë that was trained since her childhood. Not knowing how he normally would be compared to Daryl, the young girl still took more time to catch him than the fleeing rapist. Fear truly gives wings. Also, she didn't want to have an innocent death on her before reaching the encampment of the 13th Legion. The death of the others was justified, but if he died, that would be bad.

”STOP!”

Using once again her acute voice, she managed to incapacitate a little the solider. In his state of panic, he wouldn't notice something like that, maybe he will even think that it was his own mind that control him. However, that strange perk was not really working on human, because except slowing by half his movements, it didn't immobilize him as she did with the deer. That shout still caught his attention and he looked behind him. That, combined with the fact that his body was not responding correctly, sent him on the ground and his head hit the ground violently.

When Muirnë reached him, he was still a little bit stunned and haggard, but he was fine overall. Only when he totally woke up did he realized who was standing in front of him. He thought that the mad instructor was the most terrifying creature on this planet, he was deeply wrong. That innocent white girl was a wolf in sheep clothing.

”Good, don't worry, I won't kill you. You know the rules of the legion and you know that this group broke them. I administered the justice of the king on my behalf. And since you recognized me, this will be faster to do. Now, where is exactly the training ground?”

But as she was saying this, she unconsciously waved her sword a little. It was the one she stole from Daryl and it was dripped with blood. However, on her entire body, not a single drop could be seen. She still in the same apparel, with mud and dirt all over, but void of any blood. And of course, instead of focusing on the words that were pronounced, the young soldier was fixed on those details. He looked down on his boots and saw some stains of a red liquid. Even if he was far, the way she killed those men still threw blood in all the directions. But she was untainted by it.

Noticing something weird, Muirnë looked directly in the eyes of the thin boy but he was not looking back. Gazing at where he looked, she saw her sword painted red. Then, her broken armor variating between white and brown, metal and leather or mud. And finally, his trousers and boots where red could be seen. ”This is going to be troublesome”. She thought quickly and in less than a second, found an idea.

”[Water]! [Water]! [Water]! …”

She kept using the most elementary spell of the 1st Circle until she was totally washed up. Clearing the miscellaneous things stuck on herself and cleaning the bloodied sword. She also used it on the lone soldier, breaking his hypnotic state. He screamed like a pig that was being slaughtered and jump several times around her. But at least, they got rid of most of the evidence. All she could do now was trying to convince him that she cleaned herself before meeting him.

”ATTENTION!”

Even if he was a newly recruited soldier, they were still taught the basic. He quickly took position, without even noticing it how clumsy he looked. Only after pondering for a bit did he noticed the smile on the girl. She was making fun of him on purpose but that smile was a beacon of hope for him. It represented the fact that maybe he will live, making him smile too. After the stressful situation, the two of them appreciated that small moment of relief.

”That's good, I was just messing with you. But I really need to meet your commander, it is vital. And before you open your mouth asking about it, no. I won't tell you anything. It is for your own protection, as weirdly as it sounds. Also, be prepared to leave soon, this training ground won't be used anymore.”