Chapter 710: True Demonlord [41] (2/2)
”Guess you had an ace.”
”Correct, an ace which turned the outcome of the war. The match was one very rudimentary I must add, I thought the elated Igna Haggard to be more of a shower than a talker. Guess my genius outshines even I.”
”I was thoroughly beaten…”
”Yes,” *snap,* ”-here's someone we captured. Lina Holseter, daughter of that damned duke, stupid royalist,” hands tied to her back, ”-come on then,” he cut the cloth gag and shoved the lady to the same wall, ”-how very sad. Two conspirators and high-ranking nobles no less,” stood behind a firing squad, ”-the pleasure has been mine, my lord and lady.”
”I don't want to d-die,” her body shook in fear, ”-I don't want to d-die. I-Igna I-I'm s-s-sorry, w-w-we're going to d-die because of me.”
”First time facing death?”
”A-are you not s-scared?”
”Look at me,” said he monotonously.
'Fatal wounds,' she gulped, '-h-he was d-dead.'
”Attention,” the guns rose.
”Lina, no matter what happens, keep the eyes closed and don't make a sound.”
”Why?”
”Listen to me, do not move nor speak, I don't care if you have to piss on the spot, don't do anything.”
”Why now,” the line readied to fire, '-I'm dead anyway.'
”FIRE!” *bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,* muzzles held tinge of smoke, spots of light flickered into the humid dusk, rain droplets sprinkled.
*Spatial-Arts: Wormhole.*
*Mana Control: Dark Element Variant – Mirror of Lies,* the projectiles made contact, '-seriously, mana canceling bullets?' consciousness faded, '-my mana's empty anyway,' he buckled to the side, '-dying two times in a day, what a pain…'
”Halt,” a hand rose, ”-check if they're dead.”
”Affirmative,” said a rookie, ”-no signs of life, Igna Haggard and Lina Holseter are dead.”
”Leave the bodies,” he turned, ”-can't risk the monster plague's affliction. Today's mission is complete – the royalist will shudder.”
'Why me,' hands to her mouth, '-why me…' she crouched inside an abandoned building, footsteps left one at a time, '-don't move,' resounded across the mind, '-don't move,' the eyes firmly shut. Droplets turned into a downpour; the rain washed the dirtied his face.
Stood before the gates, '-Why did you save me?' pale skin and lips gave no reply, '-why me…' dropped to the knees, '-I made the mistake, why did he have to pay…' the secondary person, a decoy, bearing her face, faded into the charred expression of a turned.
'Please make it in time!' a green bullet flashed across the sky, '-where are you, Igna?' landed atop a building, '-what happened?' she looked around to no end, '-the military's retreating?' they reached the dormitory, '-Éclair was right,' scanned to the right, '-no.' *Woosh,* water sprayed from the harsh landing, Igna's dead body sat peacefully beside a distraught Lina, tears or rain washed down her face, the empty stare looked on to the passing unchanging gray. Puddles of brown had spots of faded red, brown hair partly turned white, half of the face burnt – a brutal death showed no cause on the last expression.
”H-hey, h-he's just sleeping right?”
”Masked Assassin?” said a timid voice.
”He's sleeping right?” clueless laughter hid the sudden burst of emotion, ”-Lina, tell me, what happened?”
”Princess Loftha…”
”Tell me what happened!”
”He used the remainder of his magic to save me.”
”He teleported…” Lightning crackled; the 8th of December marked the day when the military gained a stronghold on the infected area.
*Knock, knock,* the manor rang loud and harsh, *knock, knock.*
'Who in the godly hour of midnight dares pay a visit…'
*Knock, knock.*
*Click,* ”-STOP BANGING AT THE DOOR, oh, sorry. Princess Loftha?”
”Éclair,” she fell to her knees, ”-I need help,” Igna's body hovered inside.
”Starix, bring towels.”
”Don't worry about us,” said Lina, ”-please do something about him…”
”Sorry to say, we're not gods,” the maid turned the corner in horror, ”-MASTER,” escaped a yelp.
”Quiet down,” towels wrapped about the ladies, ”-Starix, lead them to the shower room, I'll ready a change of clothes.”
'Master,' he knelt, '-was this the correct choice?' hoisted onto his back, '-I'm sure there was a reason. It was a hard fight, wasn't it,' up the lift, he cleaned, dried, and readied the body for sleep. The guests were left traumatized by the events of earlier.
”I'm sorry for imposing…”
”I'm grateful,” said he chopping vegetables, ”-death can come to anyone.”
”Aren't you angry at me?” sniffled Lina.
”Master chose to save thine life, therefore, I have no right to interject in the decision. I wouldn't get so worked up. Eat and head to sleep, tomorrow will be a new day.”
Bullets wounds healed overnight, *thud,* mana regenerated, the white hair turned dark brown.
*Driiing,* '-what?' scrambled to the alarm, '-I thought I'd wake up on the battlefield. Guess they returned me home,' the palms closed, '-most of me is here,' a quick scan,'-Cleopatra had to intervene and suck out the mana in the atmosphere. Using the inner reserves is bad, still haven't recovered a quarter. Shot after a deathly battle against an army of monsters, very heroic death me,' the doors slid to the balcony, '-fresh air, finally free from the alchemist lifestyle. December's rolled around, perhaps I'll take a vacation and visit mother for the holidays.'