Chapter 70
“The smell of death”
“What?” Kalysto frowned at the stupidity that was being said by the blond man sitting in an elegant chair with dark carved wooden arms, a few steps away from where she had been thrown on the floor.
“I said I’m your new master," he replied with elegant naturalness as Kalysto blinked in confusion and avoided his gaze, fixating on the elegant office filled with books, pictures framed in golden frames and elegant lamps well positioned around it.
Everything there screamed money, even the small tea table next to the stranger, and the armor of the two armed elves guarding the door from inside. Making sure that the pair of elves who had brought her in did not do anything strange against their boss.
Inspect! She thought, remembering that it had always been rumored that elves had superior hearing to humans. And she didn’t plan to take a chance and find out if it was true now.
Two windows opened to her left.
[Name: Ather
Race: Elf
Level: 17
Class: Fire/shadow wizard
HP: 1,420/1,500
MP: 100/2000]
So he wasn’t just a fire wizard. Kalysto frowned and then looked at the other elf who had brought her.
[Name: Roedhoj
Race: Elf
Level: 20
Class: Warrior
HP: 1,800/2,000
MP: 300/300]
Kalysto grimaced at the new information, then checked the merchant.
[Name: Zhioten
Race: Elf
Level: N/A
Class: N/A
HP: 500/500
MP: 100/100]
No level? Does that mean he has no system? Kalysto frowned. Realizing that as soon as her captors left, she would just have to wait for the guards to leave the room as well. And as soon as they left her alone with the merchant, she could overpower him and escape. With dissimulation, she moved her wrists and could feel the restraints.The same thing happened with her feet.
I’ll wait until they stop watching me to see if I can cut them off. Then she blinked, still pretending to be confused, although she still felt a little dizzy. What the hell was that they gave me? She frowned. Status window! She thought, feeling her mana start to drain faster than usual as she used mental commands instead of using her voice.
A couple of windows opened to her left adding to the large collection she had forgotten to close since this morning.
[Status window]
Name: Kalysto Luna
Age: 21 years old
Race: ---
Level: 20
Fatigue: 99
Class: Saintess (Heroic)
Profession: Enchantments
Title: Champion of the fairies (?????? of ?????)
Affiliation: Kingdom of Bahram
HP: 1000/1120
MP: 15/1146
DMP: 0
Strength: 54
Vitality: 59+10
Agility: 63
Resistance: 61 +40
Intelligence: 67
Charisma: 2
Luck: 3
???: 50
State: Drugged. Dizzy, confused. Upset, scared.
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“What’s wrong with her?” The merchant complained as he noticed her strange behavior.
“She’s human. Her race is weak to the povlanc. In fact, I’m surprised she’s still awake. Humans tend to pass out and not wake up again for at least twelve hours.”
“Human?” growled the merchant, slamming the teacup he had been drinking onto the floor. “They assured me she was a fairy!”
“You asked for the saintess to be brought to you. There was never any mention of her being a fairy or not, although she is their champion. That’s how she acquired the class.”
“Are you telling me that the fairies chose someone who is of another species to be their champion? That doesn’t make any sense!”
“We don’t know, but maybe she does," then everyone turned to look at her.
Damn, so much for the plan to pull one of the knives out of my inventory as soon as they got careless! She thought with annoyance.
But without realizing it, she caught the attention of Zhioten, who noticed the way she moved her wrists.
“It’s a pity you woke up prematurely, my dear," he murmured with a condescending smile. “Guards, make sure she can’t perform any tricks!”
Kalysto’s eyes widened in fright at the thought of what they could do to her.
Inventory! She thought, and both windows opened to her left. But before she could move and try to pick up the home-stone or a knife to defend herself, a third guard, whom she had not seen until now, restrained her from behind while another one placed a pair of blue-colored glass handcuffs on her wrists.
“Ready, sir," reported one of the guards. Kalysto frowned at him and tried to break free from the strong grip of the third guard, who was still holding her tightly, preventing her from escaping.
Sleep well! She thought as she touched her captor’s forearm, but nothing happened. Upset and frightened by what this could mean, she immediately summoned
Dispel Ezhiil! But not a single golden glow emanated from her hands or her body. Kalysto gulped, fear seeping into her bones as she found herself completely unprotected in a room full of men.
Inspection! But no new window opened.
A smile full of sadistic satisfaction came over Zhioten’s face as he saw the fear on Kalysto’s face. The merchant rose from his seat, as if mesmerized by the image of the helpless lady, but before he could reach her, a voice interrupted him.
“Sir?”
“Why are you still here?” growled Zhioten, stopping in mid-step.
“We’d like to buy some povlanc," said the fire mage, and the warrior beside him nodded his head in agreement.
“Of course. Boys, accompany the gentlemen to Andreas’ office. He will take care of your order, but I warn you, it won’t be cheap," he said with a smile that showed all his teeth. And as soon as the two elves who had brought her left the room, accompanied by the two guards who had been stationed at the door, Zhioten turned to Kalysto, rolling her eyes. “Bloody addicts!” He whispered, a grimace of disgust stamped on his face. “But there’s no time to waste thinking about such filthy things. Not when I have such a lovely lady in front of me," and he reached out his hand to grab Kalysto’s face, whose body froze at the proximity.
The saintess’s face became much paler than a hospital wall. Images of his mother’s drunken boyfriend, the man who had been her stepfather for a few years before he beat her mother to death after one of their usual arguments, flooded Kalysto’s mind.
Ice buried itself in her soul at the very thought of ever being touched again by such scum, and bile rose in her throat.
“Don’t touch me!” She growled in desperation as she struggled to get out of the grip of the third guard, whose huge hands held her firmly by the forearms, and inches away from the ground.
How much strength this guy has to hold me like I don’t weigh a pound! But it didn’t matter how much she squirmed, trying to free herself from his grip. It was completely useless.
“Hold still!” A male voice growled behind her, but Kalysto ignored him and the guard’s claws dug into her skin, making her bleed.
“Ha!” the merchant scoffed. “And what could you do to stop me? You can’t even use your holy magic while you have that mana-blocking device on you!” He said, grabbing her face with one hand and squeezing her cheeks viciously. Enjoying the sudden stillness of his prey, “You’re in my domain, little saintess. No matter how much you scream or beg for help, no one here will lift a damn finger to save you!” He spat mockingly, inches from her face. Lust shone in his eyes as he licked his lips and cast a lasciviously charged glance down her body.
Then Kalysto took advantage of his proximity and kicked with all her strength the crotch of that pervert. This time it was she who had a sadistic smile stamped on her face.
But as the merchant fell to the ground with both hands holding his jewelry, his face dyed red and tears in his eyes, the guard behind her turned her around and slapped her in the face and slammed her to the ground.
“What the hell have you done? You’d better behave yourself or I’ll see to it that your legs are cut off so you can never do it again!” The guard snarled, before kicking her in the stomach and approaching the merchant, carrying him in his muscular arms as if he weighed nothing.
And despite the intense pain that invaded her, Kalysto could notice the pair of brown dog-like ears perched on top of the guard’s head, while a long and hairy tail of the same color came out of his tailbone. However, the rest of his features remained human.
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Shut up. She replied as she tried to turn around to stop hurting her right shoulder, twisting on the floor, trying to reach her inventory. But as soon as she tried to pull out the home-stone, her hand went through the window.
What the hell? Why can’t I touch the system?
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No!
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Shut up! She wanted to scream.
“Sir? What are your orders?” the guard growled as soon as he deposited the merchant on a wide couch.
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Shut up! And let me think!
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There’s got to be another way out of here!
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“Cut off her damn leg!...So she’ll learn her place!...And as soon as she’s healed, cut it off again!” The merchant shouted with rancor and a face disfigured by pain.
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The bodyguard drew his sword and with a determined step approached Kalysto, whose hands trembled at the unexpected and forgotten memory of her childhood that blossomed in front of her as tears flooded her eyes at the image of her mother’s death.
The half-human raised his sword, and in one swift motion brought it down against the saintess’s legs.
At the same time, a tear slid down Kalysto’s cheek, and she whispered.
“Kill them all, Persephone.”