84 The Mistress (2/2)
”He doesn't make my job easy does he. These Wilderwolf boys, so tenacious.” The disguised woman sighed and huffed. ”Then again, they always did have one-tracked mind. Easily tricked. Only... Give them any chance and given enough time, they'll always find ways to surprise you...”
”Mistress...” A Silva Mona clone swept close to the two in the air, his voice speaking hesitantly as his eyes move from his mistress to the unconscious form of Alexander.
”Speak your mind, boy.” The woman entitled Mistress's eyes bore down on Silva Mona, shaking his usually confident demeanour. ”No need to hold back your words.”
”Then, I won't hold any pretences. Why don't we just kill him. In fact, why don't we just kill every single one of them here right now.” Silva Mona spoke, a bite to his tone.
”Idiot!” His Mistress scolded him harshly. ”So we can kill every single one of them in this Thistle Forest. But what after. Right now, we are already highly pressured with the Wilderwolf families investigation into our matters. How do you think they'll act upon the death of a member of their family, especially the head of their family. They would most definitely pull all their resources into hunting us down. We are nowhere near ready to challenge the might of such a big clan. For now, my much waited revenge will have to wait, silly boy.”
Upon those final words, her tone changed from a chilly coldness to a strange warmth that contrasted greatly with her previous character as she looked warmly into Silva Mona's eyes.
”En, this son understands.” Silva Mona bowed, though he still seemed reluctant.
”Don't worry, your mother will pay them all back for their wrongs against us...” Once again, the Mistress' eyes turned frighteningly cold at her next words. ”...Especially him!...”
”Mistress, I feel that we should head off, my clones are running out of power and need to be recharged.” The Silva Mona clone informed.
”Already?” The Mistress huffed. ”Its only been half a day.”
”...” Silva Mona felt speechless. His clones were a breakthrough in Rune construction. Before, his peers in Heavenly Claw World hat struggled to create one Rune Clone and maintain it for an hour, let alone himself who has created hundreds who can maintain themselves for several hours. But, being a filial son, he shook off this dagger to his heart and merely sighed internally at his mother. Old people were so out of touch!
”Alright then son, let head off.” The mistress agreed to leave.
Placing Alexander down on the leaf of a Rising Earth Thistle, the now only a few dozen Silva Mona clones and the mysterious Mistress flew off into the distance, escaping the range of the Rune preventing them from using Space and Void teleportation and finally used a Void Teleportation scroll to leave Thistle Forest.
Just before following Silva Mona into the confines of the darkness of the Void Portal, the woman called Mistress dug her sleek fingers into her forehead and peeled back a layer of fake skin, revealing a small portion of her wrinkly aged skin and her previously dull brown eyes lit into a bright, luminous green as her sight reached into the far distance. Her eyes studied the unconscious features of Alexander as a surprisingly sullen emotion flashed in her eyes for the briefest of emotions, only for her to close them instantly and let out a deep breath. When they opened again, her eyes eyes turned steely as a feeling of wrath and anger overtook them. With a final ”humph!”, she entered the Void Portal which dissipated out of existence a second after.