"Death is the only shore where the tide rests,
the quiet end to a storm that never sleeps.
In its embrace, the chains of return will be broken,
and the soul will drift free into dreamless deep."
Veythor quoted a poem in his mind. He was staring at the dark tunnel in front of him. To him, death was very beautiful.
Suddenly, Shimi shook him, her brows furrowed.
"Vey, what happened? What are you thinking about?"
Veythor gave a short, cold reply.
"Wait, wait, Shimi? Since when did you give him a nickname?"
Raika felt very uncomfortable. Each time Shimi called Veythor "Vey," his heart ached. At Raika’s bold mention, Shimi’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
"His name is very uncommon. I just gave him this nickname just to remember his name better."
As she spoke, she was swirling her hair and looking down shyly.
Raika felt irritation rising in his chest.
"There’s no time for any meaningless chit-chatting. Let’s go."
Veythor said, his face expressionless. He walked into the tunnel, Shimi and Raika quietly following him.
In a room not very big, Bulz was sitting on a gray sofa. Two men were beside him, likely his guards. A table was in front of him. At the opposite side of the table, there was a woman sitting. She was sitting with her legs crossed, a beautiful face, blonde hair with a twin ponytail hairstyle, wearing a light green jacket and black shorts and long brown boots.
"Well then, Madam Miasha, our deal is completed, I suppose." He said while smiling, fixing his hat slightly. "Please sign this paper, and the puppies are yours."
The woman smirked and signed the papers. She read it very carefully before signing.
"Now hand over them. The deal is successfully completed." The woman said, her voice light like a whisper, sharp like a dagger.
"Of course, of course."
"Where’s that Bural? Why’s he so late, stupid son of mine?"
"Master Bulz, Master Bulz!" Suddenly, a guard barged into the room. Bulz stood up, his brows furrowed. Miasha also stood up.
"You fucking loud dog! Why the hell are you screaming, and how dare you enter this room without my permission?"
The guard’s face twisted with fear.
"But, Master, this is very important! It’s an emergency!"
"What? What the hell happened?" Bulz asked, almost in disbelief.
"Sir, it’s... I... a..." The guard was hesitating, which only fueled Bulz’s anger.
"Say it already, you goddamn rat!"
"Master Bural was killed!"
"Master Bural is dead! He was murdered brutally by those slaves!"
Hearing these words, Bulz’s face turned red with anger. He seemed like a bright red, fat tomato.
"No... no! I’ll fucking bury them alive! I... I will fucking kill them!" He kicked the table. It flew and smashed on the wall.
"Where are they? Where the hell are they?!"
"We haven’t yet found them. We are still searching." The guard said.
"Let’s go! We can’t waste any time! I have to take revenge for my son!"
As they started walking away, Miasha suddenly raised her leg in front of Bulz. She had a smug look on her face. The contract paper was on her hand.
"Where do you think you are going? Mister Bulz? They are already sold and now belong to me. You don’t really think you can just go on and kill something that belongs to me, do you?"
Bulz was already in a rage. Her words made him more irritated. He looked at her, then looked forward again. His gaze was sharp.
"Get your leg down, bitch! I don’t have time for this shit! You can have your money back and forget about this deal."
"Sorry, shithead. Once a deal is done, it’s done. I don’t take refunds." She smirked.
All of the guards tensed up, waiting for Bulz’s order. Suddenly, he whispered,
As the guards became ready, Miasha’s smirk widened. Bulz caught her leg and threw her to the other side. She flipped mid-air and kicked Bulz in the face with her heel.
"Oooof!" He screamed as he went flying and smashed into the wall.
Before Miasha could land, a guard suddenly struck at her with a sword. It was aimed towards her torso, but she dodged and landed successfully.
One of the guards screamed, "Kill this whore!"
"Vines of death!" Suddenly, one of the guards cast a spell. Rotten black vines emerged from the floor and ensnared Miasha’s feet. She fell on her back. The source of this content ɪs novel★fire.net
As the magic-casting guard advanced, she threw a knife. It pierced his throat, and blood sprayed as he fell, dead. With the caster gone, the magic dissipated.
The black vines vanished. She rose. Bulz, too, got to his feet. Seeing Miasha’s power, the remaining guards fled. Bulz gritted his teeth.
Miasha turned to him, her smug grin unwavering.
"So, Mister Fatty, shall we continue?"
The clash between Miasha and Bulz has started, and Veythor and his two companions were also advancing.
Who is this mysterious lady? How powerful is she? Was the tunnel Veythor, Shimi, and Raika entered really the way of escape, or just a death trap?