Chapter 91 (2/2)
Kal shrugged. “It’s some sort of replication skill. Let’s her create a copy of any item. The smaller, and less enhanced by the system it is, the easier it is. She’s been keeping the police force supplied with ammo, which is why they are behind her. And also…”
Kal glanced at Constance, who sat stoically with his eyes closed, and Lyra snorted.
“And because Constance wasn’t exactly a popular ruler while he could speak, huh? Why does she even leave him alive anyway? If something happened and his tongue grew back_”
Constance finally reacted, opening his eyes and gazing at Lyra with a reproachful look. She winked in response. “No need to flash the bedroom eyes at me, honey; you aren’t my type. And I’m sure you’ve learned a few dozen lessons from having your tongue cut out everyday, and wouldn’t dream of abusing your powers ever again. Yadda yada.”
Vivian, still frowning, turned from her ministrations. “Constance is kept alive because he’s the village chieftain. There are… consequences for the village chieftain dying, it is said. But the threat of it keeps the Town Spirit in line, and allows Babi Taka to control the SP too, so it’s a calculated risk, leaving him alive.”
‘Ah’ Lyra thought. ‘That explains where fake Randidly dashed off to.’
She could still distantly sense the projected illusion of Kim-Lath, moving through the city. See how people live, huh…? If it wasn’t after the village chieftain, then it was moving after the Village Spirit…?
Clapping her hands, Lyra rewarded everyone around her with a sunny smile. “Well, since it looks like tonight is going to be a roller coaster ride, we might as well be the first group to set off a firework.”
Walking casually, while Kal and Vivian watched with mounting horror, Lyra walked up to the door, raised her hand, and casually pointed a finger gun at the lock.
“Bang.”
The wood splintered and shattered, the hinges ripped from the wall. The doors collapsed in a pile of dust, and Lyra stepped through, finding two shocked guards, both at least well trained enough to reach for their side arms.
Before they could bring the pistols to bear though, Lyra crossed her arms, using her elbows as a support, pointing a finger gun at each of the men. Recently, in Donnyton, there had been a growing philosophical movement in regards to the morality of killing another man. Sure, they killed monsters, but with the looming arrival of the connection with another village, was killing another intelligent being acceptable?
Lyra wasn’t a philosopher, but she had watched Randidly move through the monster horde on that first night, blood blooming around him like crimson lillies, wilting in the next second, leaving nothing but death. And although the ground stunk for hours afterward, she had never forgotten how beautiful it was.
“Bang.”
Both heads of the police split like sledgehammered melons, destroyed by her Mana Bullet skill. She even received a skill level.
She looked over her shoulder at the wide eyed trio behind her, smiling slightly. “Ready for your daring rescue, princesses?”
After a short silence, and several exclamations, they followed, almost unwillingly. They proceeded down the tower, Lyra skipping and hopping and killing every guard they came across, except one.
It was the skinniest person they had seen in police riot gear, and Lyra was tired of wandering around without a purpose, so she cut off his hands to ensure he wouldn’t try anything funny, and spent a very satisfying 15 minutes alone in a room with him, while Lyra’s three princesses waited outside.
Lyra had a cruel upbringing, and she professionally had learned to act like the person the viewer wanted to see. She could be anything. Due to her… admitted fixation on Randidly, she had kept to herself in Donnyton, keeping people away from the very sharp edges of her personality. But now… in this other town, after Randidly had fled south to get away from her attention...
Based on how quickly the man broke into tears, begging for mercy, Lyra admitted to herself she might be bottling up some emotions related to Randidly, and they weren’t positive ones. But she left the room with the location of Kraig, the black man who had been Police Lieutenant before the system came, which mellowed out her Princesses’ grumbles considerably.
Once they knew he was located on the 10th floor, Lyra ballsily just took the elevator down, not bothering with anything else. Just as she expected, they were greeted by a face of absolute surprise when they came off the elevator and walked around the corner, finding the guard station.
As they scrambled to their feet, Lyra waved her hand, and birds formed of mana swooped forward, ripping through their necks. Their eyes dimming, they fell to the ground. Vivian vomited in the corner of the hallway as Lyra bent over and rummaged through the body’s pockets.
When they opened the door, they found Kraig chained to a chair, barely conscious. Even Constance moved to his side, his face concerned.
Lyra removed a mana potion and a health potion from her pocket, drinking the former and passing the latter to Vivian, who began dripping it into Kraig’s lips.
“Princess number 4, get~” Lyra said in a pleased tone.