Chloe was shrouded in darkness as she crept through the quiet bazaar. Due to the coldness of the night, most had escaped to their houses and wrapped themselves up in blankets or other cloths. Chloe ignored the cold, but had still wrapped the blanket she had been left around he neck and let it cover the rest of her body. Most likely, it was meant to be a turban, like how the villagers here used it, but she used it as a cloak instead. She was continuously working a spell to block the perception of others, so she was able to travel without being seen. Of course, if someone was looking for hidden figures, then they might be able to find her. The spell only blocked the subconscious of others, making it so that they immediately forgot about her as soon as they saw her.

Chloe’s first stop was the weapons merchant. She would’ve liked to get her clothes first, but Dyryndal held more priority than replaceable clothes. When she reached the merchant’s stall, she found it empty. There was only a rug and a tent. Frowning in displeasure, she once again searched for Dyryndal’s presence using their soul connection. This time, instead of an image, she received it’s exact location, which she immediately headed to. It was at the same place where the weapons merchant she had marked earlier was.

…

Dyryndal was held in a Middle Ages-esque house for the upper class. This was the house of the weapons merchant who had taken Dyryndal to study. Chloe crept in through a window and into what seemed to be a kitchen. Following the presence of Dyryndal, she moved through house without seeing another soul around. Within minutes, she reached the door to the weapons merchant’s workshop, where he was eagerly pouring over Dyryndal. She ignored the mutters and slipped in without a sound. Out of habit, she looked around the room, searching for anything suspicious. However, there was naturally no traps in the workshop.

Chloe took a step forward, and kicked a bucket that was lying on the floor by accident.

“Who’s there?!” The weapons merchant bolted out of his seat and vigorously looked around.

Chloe sped around to his back, and delivered a chop to the back of his neck. The weapons merchant’s eyes blurred, and he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, out cold. Chloe looked over him, making sure he was unconscious. Nodding her head, she grabbed Dyryndal and returned it to it’s space within her soul. She then took her leave through the window, heading to the clothes merchant’s stall. She knew where the actual person was, however, she did not know where her clothes were.

…

The clothes merchant’s stall was empty, so she had headed to his house. This house was far more opulent than the weapons merchant’s. Inside, Chloe could she scantily clad women serving grapes to the clothes merchant, who wore Chloe’s clothes. Upon seeing this, Chloe was infuriated. Not only were her clothes being wore by a man that wasn’t Neo, he was also the prime example of an arrogant and wealthy person with a terrible personality. Since he fit such a negative template, her clothes were beyond saving. She no longer had any desire to take back her clothes.

Out of spite, she lit a fire on her finger and caught a wall on fire. As long as he was somewhat competent, the wealthy clothes merchant should have someone put it out. After doing the deed, Chloe retreated from the premises, her destination the small turban robber’s house. It was only until the next day she would realize that the wealthy clothes merchant was completely incompetent.

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“Aah, fifty white choka…” The small turban robber muttered to himself.

For all but those on the level of the clothes merchant and above, fifty white choka was a huge sum. For someone of the lowest class – like the small turban robber – such wealth could only be dreamed about. Moreover, to get that much from one transaction was the deal of a lifetime. Currently, he was in bliss. Such a fortune had not been blessed to his family in generations. He was debating on how to spend it when his door opened and revealed a figure.

“Who- ah?! It’s you? How did you find me?!” The small turban robbed grabbed his newly-acquired sword and held it at the ready.

“Hmph,” Chloe coldly snorted and walked in. “You shouldn’t consider yourself lucky you did nothing more than steal from me. Otherwise, the consequences would’ve been much more than what’s coming to you.”

“Haha! You want to show me consequences? When you don’t even have your weapon? I’d like to show you a little thing know as the power of weapons!”

Saying that, the small turban robber swung his sword at Chloe, who sidestepped out of the way. He continued to wildly swing the sword and show his lack of skill. Chloe easily dodged them all, showing her depth of skill. The small turban robber was infuriated, and swung the sword faster and wilder, through caution to the wind. A bead of sweat rolled down Chloe’s face, as she began to have trouble dodging the wild swings. After a few swings, the sword had practically cut her cloak to shreds. The small turban grew more and more confident as he saw worry appear on Chloe’s face.

He cornered Chloe into a corner of the room, and had cut off all escape routes. Chloe looked around wildly, searching for a way out. The small turban robbed smiled smugly as he caught his breath.

“It seems that you’ve run out of ways to delay your death. And you were so confident earlier, saying things like ‘the consequences’ and ‘what’s coming to you’. Ha! How pitiful.” The small turban robber mocked her.

Chloe’s face twisted as she heard his words. She opened her mouth to rebut, but the small turban robber cut her off.

“It’s time for your death, say goodbye!”

He gripped he sword with two hands and swung it down at Chloe’s head. Chloe’s face showed fear as she raised her left arm. The sword was just inches away from her arm… as a smile smile sprouted on her face.

*Kaching!*

The sword broke, small bits of metal flying off into the air as well. The small turban robber’s brain paused as he held the broken sword in his hands. The upper part of the blade went spinning away, burying itself into the wall opposite the two of them. Chloe’s grin grew broader as she lowered her arm. A malicious glint sparked to life in her eyes as she stared at the small turban robber. Coming back to reality, he slowly and haltingly looked into Chloe’s eyes, and saw what was inside.

The killing intent she emitted caused his heart to skip a beat, and the rest of the world to vanish. He saw a bloodied field of corpses that stretched on for miles. Some had been ripped to shreds, while others had missing limbs. Some were still alive as they cried for mercy, tears and blood mixing. In the middle of all that stood Chloe, sword in hand, blood dripping from the tip and joining the puddle that had formed beneath her.

“And you were so confident earlier...”

Chloe’s voice brought him back to reality. It was then he realized that this girl in front of him was not as simple as she seemed. She had taken the lives of many, and had walked through piles of fresh corpses without so much as blinking. Taking the life of someone who had wronged her was as easy as making a sandwich, and would cause as much ripples in her mind as doing the same.

If only regret could turn back time… He thought.

“… How pitiful...”

Chloe laughter echoed through his mind.

…

The next day, the small turban robber woke up to his body hanging from the roof of the city center. On his stomach was words carved into his body. It read: ‘LOL, so small’ with an arrow pointing down. From that day on, he could never lift his head in public again.