"Mono/Dialogue"

  'Inner thoughts'

  Narration

  [Message/communication apparatus]

  Date: DATA CORRUPTED

  Location: DATA CORRUPTED

  POV: DATA CORRUPTED

  A carnival of blood and gore, that’s what this hellscape of a realm truly is. Looking around, one can see several burnt buildings, broken fences, and gates, mangled bodies with varying kinds of wounds… even torn bodies reminiscent of a beast bite.

  Bodies, regardless of age, stature, css, and all those worldly vanity, are being left to rot in the open. There is no consistency, only a twisted sense of beauty.

  This hell on earth was starting to become a common sight. Naturally, those who might be privy to the matter would be deathly curious about what and who did all of these atrocities, was it a work of man or beast? Or… a demon masquerading as either for a bid of wanton amusement?

  No matter the truth, one thing is truly certain, the perpetrator truly has a profound wisdom and knowledge upon the matter of bestial cruelty, the highest form of debased fascination regarding an occult and bloody kinds of interest.

  It would have been acceptable, not in a literal and barely in the figurative or metaphoric sense if the bodies that have been strung around this pce are all of the same kind… but no.

  An insect-like body with multiple appendages has its stomach content spilling on the floor like a waterfall. For a supposedly indistinguishable face, dread, and pleading for mercy can be felt clearly by how its numerous are dited with sickly liquid spilling out like tears.

  Not far from there, a metallic body made up of what can be described as the best of the best was bent most unnaturally. Astonishingly enough, the humanoid face was also etched with the same fvor of fear as the one mentioned before. Just what can cause such a thing to be a theoretically fearless construct?

  An esoteric body made of transparent energy was being treated like a blood eagle, its illustrious back oozed an otherworldly energy. Its limbs were being pulled taut across for corner, and its face? Missing. There is nothing in there, not even an organ… only a hollow dome…

  A huge body, the finest biological science can make, was drained into a mere husk, bereft of its vitality. Several markings and symbols that should have roused the feeling of dread were instead turned into a self-made mockery of its fate.

  A gargantuan corpse that is akin to a snake and dragon was id on the blood-soaked mound, and all manners of wounds dotted its cold body. Its venom pooled around its gaping mouth, a wound no different than that of being smashed by a mountain-sized arrow.

  A body was seen hanging on the trees with their innards tied and fastened around their neck, face devoid of all hope, a truly horrendous dispy from a heartlessly vile demon… This is ironic since the body itself looks to be an infernal creature… One can only shudder at what sort of freakish monster is capable of etching fear into the infernals…

  Several heads were severed and stacked upon one another into a sickening totem of death. The blood is still fresh and their visages share the same look… anguish, agony, and… apathy, a real paradox.

  Corpses upon corpses are piled high into the heaven as a show of deranged ritual and sacrifice. The beast of heaven and earth are feasting upon this tantalizing morsel of utmost diabolical show of fealty and faith.

  These corpses formed a wall amidst an altar in the center and amidst all of these… a single, little, girl is sitting in the very center of the carnage. Her face is only staring bnkly ahead while her eyes glow in mysterious ways.

  Her hair fiercely contradicts the blood-soaked realm, why would light shine this far beneath the darkness? Is it supposed to be a form of encouragement or false hope? Like an illusion amidst the scorching desert?

  But the girl is singing a song of unknown origin, of unknown quality, and of unknown meaning. It is between a wailing of sorrow and hopelessness yet also delivered akin to that of a hymn calling to war but also encouraged by… misguided compassion. Duty? Love?

  The answer was lost, so, lost… and sadly no amount of pondering would manifest an eligible or coherent answer…

  The song came to a halt and a sense of death permeated the gallery of red. The corpses shivered, the dead’s wailing of suffering stopped, and the tortured souls were forced to stifle their painful moaning… for the girl sensed an intruder…

  Suddenly the girl’s head eerily snapped 180? gazing upon something encroaching on her… the eerie girl had her vision trained on a single being who brazenly walked with utmost confidence… despite said visage lost both their arms, having legs chewed to the bone, and their torso peeled off skins and internal organs… yet they persevered.

  The being’s face can’t be seen, due to the combination of wounds made up that had been burnt, torn, and ravaged, yet the eerie girl can spot an amused smile, completely cshing with the surroundings’ reality.

  “… Why?”

  The eerie girl asks, not out of curiosity, but out of puzzlement…

  The being knelt down and wrapped the girl into a loving hug with whatever was left of their body. Suddenly the girl can feel an inscrutable feeling, her eyes are damp which brings more confusion into her…

  The amused smile vanished… in its pce was a reassuring smile, a loving one… one only a mother could muster in its full, untainted, splendor.

  “Is there a reason not to? For all intents and purposes… It is fair to call you to be bereft of sin, compared to me…so…”

  Everything suddenly turned into nothingness.

  Date: 2nd January 1082

  Location: Nyx’s Safehouse, County of Toron, Victoria.

  POV: Immanuel

  Currently, I’m making breakfast for all of us. I was reluctant at first to impose on her, but she insisted it was for the best if we stayed as far away from notice as possible. My daughter in turn would always bait her usual monitors.

  How deplorable, to think that these Victorian-attached spies on my daughter just fill me with rage, their fascination is nothing more than overreaction in my mind. She however is content and argues that it is better to let them know something about her rather than being fully shrouded in mystery.

  Well, there is indeed a logic in there, the more elusive you are the harder it is to keep sensitive information in check. The myriad of people who take an interest in you will only be tripled and keep on increasing if you don’t let them glean something about you.

  “Ngh!”

  While pting the food, I heard a grunt of pain coming from her bedroom upstairs. Immediately I left the dining room and sped past this weapon storage she called a house.

  “Nyx, what’s going on? I heard a grunt of pain from downstairs. Are you all right?”

  “That so?”

  “Yes, also I’ll ask again, what was that, dear?” I pat her head and although she scowled, she just leaned in closer to my touch. This girl is cute even when she thinks otherwise…

  “…Nothing…”

  “It couldn’t be nothing, come on tell your father… I only wish to help you…”

  “… Fine, it would be better for me not to bottle up too many problems anyway.”

  She then retold me about her dream, how she saw a blood-red sky and the blood-soaked earth. How she tells me about corpses that have been id all around her. She appears conflicted for a while but ultimately tells her full story.

  It warms my heart that she trusts me more than ever to even confide about something that, perhaps, was a part of her memory… I have a feeling she will tell me eventually. Just not now, hopefully, she is not putting herself at risk more than enough… which won’t happen.

  She is crass and ruthless, but she would help people without hesitation with her method. I’m coaxing her for a change of career, she seems to have a high deferment on what I say, so I never phrase anything in order except when she does something wrong, it would be bad for her to have a mentality that got weakened and being led around the noose.

  Back to her dream retelling…

  She also told me about the variety of death bodies’ races or physical appearance and then told me about a certain being who she saw to be wrapping a girl in a familial manner. All of those felt eerily familiar yet distant, like it was something she should know but she didn’t want to, according to her understanding…

  But most importantly…

  “All these are seen from an outside perspective, Dad. It feels like watching someone else dream yet… why does it feel so… so… natural? Why was I even there?”

  I’m pondering my answer carefully for a while and then state my input on it.

  “It is not the first time I heard something like this, the more esoteric answer is that it is a vision of some sort. A dream had always alluded to a higher power, be it from man or god, thus it wouldn’t be weird for it to signify something, but it cked substance about what it entailed so we can perhaps cross at the moment. Perhaps it’s a memory then?”

  “Whose? I never know anything about this…”

  “I will need to research it further…”

  “Dad, please don’t put yourself in someone else debt for me…”

  “Why can’t I? I would give my daughter the world if need be…”

  “… We’re not even blood-reted…”

  “So? You’re my daughter and you agreed to it unless you don’t want”

  “NO! Please don’t say that…”

  “See? So don’t worry. If you’re unsure, then in exchange take better care of yourself, got it?”

  “…Thanks, Dad…” Hmm, she blushed! Goodness me if only I have my PT on me, I can immortalize this moment! My years of experience in handling handguns had turned me into quite a quick-draw gunslinger…

  “A-ahem! So… um… can you supervise my training again?”

  “Sure, I thought you wouldn’t ask. Also, I might as well try to help you solve this Arts of yours by doing my deliberations, comprehension, and research.”

  “Hah… I don’t know whether to be happy or annoyed to have such a doting dad…”

  “I’m just doing what I can, nothing wrong with that.”

  “Heh, yeah…”

  If only I had no obligations to do, I would love to follow her around. Sure it might cause some problems, but I’m confident we can sort those out soon enough. Lina had managed as a big sister figure, but it also felt cruel of me to hoist a problem on her… not to mention that she is growing exceptionally into a well-mannered young dy, if not a bit quirky.

  I have a chapel and an orphanage to manage in Wdirosa now, so I can’t leave for too long… Well a man can dream, and what is even better than helping and supporting his daughter achieve what she wants? I’m truly grateful that I can call her my daughter… now if only…

  ‘If only you’re here with me today, Aurelia, my love… you would be thrilled to have such a bright and prospective daughter…’

  “Dad? What’s wrong? You suddenly turned quiet, are you perhaps unwell? Did you push yourself too much? If yes then we can just postpone-…” Oh that’s no good, I made her worry.

  “It is of no matter, now let us start your training.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Verily. Now, let us retry the lesson using a basic method but with a little twist.”

  “Alright…”

  Date: 5th January 1082

  POV: Nyx

  “…. You are leaving already? It is still dark…” a voice filled with disappointment was uttered. I know that nothing can be done about it, but… ugh… never mind… stop thinking about radical problem-solving methods, Nyx…

  I was actually in the middle of my daily 400 push-ups, much to Tond’s amusement. I would have decked anyone else for practically leering at me, but I don’t care about it if the culprit were either him or M?ynar and no, that’s not favoritism… Just a form of trust, believe me, I’m honest.

  “Sadly yes, but that’s precisely why we must leave at a time like this so don’t worry. If fate deems it appropriate, we’ll meet again.”

  Dad patted me on the head, while those 3 were just looking at us, I swear Tond snickered… should I throw him into the river with weights attached? Arkell eyes are wide as saucers seeing us like this… a good thing we’re still inside the house.

  “!? Oh shit! M?ynar, why does it feel like your girlfriend is about to kill me!?”

  “For the 7th time, no. She isn’t mine…”

  “Oh yeah? Weren’t you lovebirds being lovey-dovey a few days ago?”

  “Oh shut it, you hornless piece of sh-”

  “Language, young dy… or perhaps you’re in an eager mood for another sermon?”

  “N-no! I’m good!” Fuck… the sermon was harsh… I was scarred from it you know…. and I refuse to eborate more than that… A certain someone ughed though, so I just gave him a back-breaking, spine-shattering, arm lock and leg lock. Good thing for me that he is a rather tough fellow.

  “Very good. You should return to Wdirosa sometimes, we have new residents after all.”

  “Well… I’ll try. Safe travel… dad…” I hug him tight and he pats my head again… I’m starting to get addicted to this… Since when am I like this? Ehhh…. That’s not important.

  “Indeed, now let us return. This way gentlemen, the car is ready for departure.” Arkell led them out from another entrance in the house. Of course, I have another entrance, since what kind of safehouse is that supposed to be of only having a single entrance?

  Seeing that they had all left… now I’m crashing back on the couch… all alone again…

  “Welp, back to being a brooding and grumpy Nyx, I guess… Hahhhh… I can continue my workout if nothing else. I can also just… y down and do jack squat until February… hmm…”

  Truthfully speaking, dad supervision of my training for a few days was fantastic, unlike before when I fumbled around, I can make the groundwork, well, work… I can maintain a stanza of words without feeling like someone is pouring molten va down my throat.

  The trick was centered on faster-paced lines or a single drawn-out one. It was crazy how a reliable arts observer can affect one’s training compared to what I was the first time… which that now I think about it, there wasn’t any side-effect then… the hell happened after that song I sang in 72 still eludes me…

  Dad had also advised me to consider finding an art teacher, but I confided my reluctance and he understood. It is not only a matter of how trustworthy they are, but also how knowledgeable they are. He said that my arts are rather peculiar, thus an extremely capable arts teacher would be needed… which I don’t know any…

  Dad said he might know someone. Although not exactly about singing, understanding how nguage works should help me. I was curious… was. Since I got instantly bummed out when hearing that this personage has too much penchant for wine and alcohol, my greatest weakness… So I just noped out and went on my way for now…

  Well, that’s another problem for me to solve, not like I already have several problems to tackle… totally… definitely… Yeah no, I’m procrastinating a lot… why can’t I just sit back and finish my problem one at a time? Oh wait… I’m the maker of my misfortunes…

  “Hah… guess I’ll contact them for potential work…”

  They should have jobs, commissions, and work plenty… the type of jobs that will always be avaible as long as the world stays as is. Nyx is back on the business, I’m back earlier than usual too. Grabbing my PT, I searched for several particur numbers or contacts.

  Not long after I found it.

  “Y’all have something interesting? I’m up for contracts.”

  [We’re always gd to have you, Lady Nyx. As for the contracts, we will send several to your terminal which will be done at the moment. The procedure is as usual and we expect your excellence upon the matters offered.]

  “Cool, see you ter.”

  [Likewise, His Lordship wishes upon our continued partnership’s prosperity.]

  Date: February 1082

  Location: Western Wilderness, Victoria.

  POV: Narrator

  Somewhere in the wless region of Victoria’s westernmost nd

  A young feline dy is running through the woods-ssh-compound, her body battered and bloodied, her mind is in utter chaos, and her heart is close to bursting altogether. She is the (un)lucky few who are still alive and kicking.

  She is a retively new hire for this particur cell, she only thought that her job would consist of guarding the goods or maybe even having some sampling with them every now and then, at least that’s what her senior used to tell her.

  But that sort of fun activity is the least of her priority at the moment, she is doing her damnedest to stay alive. It was supposed to be a boring job, but like any other ignorant and rather ungrateful youngster from the countryside who knows no better than even a fowlbeast, she made a poor career change.

  Being a head security detail merely for 4 weeks had gone way into her head, she thought she is some hot shit who can make it big. A lot of people go with the idea of “go big or go broke”, but most of them only have their guts to rely on, nothing else… and this young dy who used to have a potentially bright future is already paying her dividends in spades.

  “Hah… oh god! Hah… I can’t die yet, no! Hah… hah… I WON’T DIE!”

  She starts shouting and crying out of sheer desperation, she does regret everything that was discarded for this forsaken career of hers. But as there is no one to bme but herself now, reality comes knocking and throws her into the street to be trampled upon by others.

  The thug’s mind is filled with nothing but fear and agony. It is quite interesting what adrenaline and endorphins do to a wounded person. With a simple desire such as wanting to see tomorrow morning, all sorts of things were discarded for it.

  She found a retively intact workshop and garage. Without thinking too much, she proceeded inside and tried to find the key to the parked vehicles there. If she wasn’t so desperate, she would have noticed the oddity of this building, namely how could it be left so untouched when everything else was torched down to ashes?

  A desire to live can oftentimes create a form of miracle that can be counted on hand, but as that was never meant to be for this occasion. Especially when the one who is kicking and screaming for a chance to see another day becomes so careless.

  After fumbling around the cabinet for some more, she finally found the keys to it. Speeding past the building towards the garage and high-tailing it out from there… was the idea. A complete shame that this pitiful one must endure…

  No, the specter of death chooses to py around before giving this unfortunate kitten her verdict of the day, her very st day…

  “Hey there cutie~… where are you going?” a half sultry and a half derisive voice called out to her. She felt a pair of hands snaking from behind her, which caused her to jump and recoil immediately in fright.

  “Hiiii!” in her terror, she threw the keys towards god knows where. Her eyes are focused on the incarnation of death herself… she was given the front-row seat to appraise the Grey Serpent in all her dreadful glory.

  Nyx's face is smiling ever so sweetly to her. She is also dressed rather daringly today, completely unlike what she usually wears. With a bck sleeveless shirt with her sleeveless jacket on top of it, and a matching color skirt and thighs that accentuate her curves so nicely. Her hair is braided like a circle with an added ponytail on the back of her head.

  The feline dy would have been enchanted if not for the fact that Nyx’s palms… are being dyed in blood. Her other hand can be seen to even have some… leftover… still clinging to it. All hope is lost, she suddenly goes on her knees and begs for any sort of chance to live.

  “P-p-p-please! I’ll do anything just don’t kill me!” She starts sobbing harder, but the woman in front of her just walking forward calmly and enticingly. When the Grey Serpent finally stood there directly, close to her face, she gently cupped her chin and then tilted her vision upward, the Feline's own eyes met the Pythia's.

  “Aww~… you want to live my little baby? Hmm~ Hmm~… well I felt generous and merciful today… so I just might~”

  “Please, I can give you anything! Information, names, be a double agent… e-e-even… my body-”

  “Are you insulting me, ignorant bitch? Do you think I’m interested in a cheap, dirty, rag? Mighty high of you…”

  “Hurkgg!” Nyx face morphed into an offended disgust, her hands choked the Feline girl’s neck in a tight grip. She starts to lose consciousness but Nyx, sadly or not, is merciful and allows the girl to breathe fresh air.

  After throwing her on top of one of the car’s bonnets without comfort being taken into account. The Feline girl could feel her ribs and spine taking the brunt of it, which dragged a pained wail and moan out of her mouth, she could only wallow helplessly.

  The Feline girl can only cough and tremble in horror seeing Nyx’s smile back, but she felt no warmth in it anymore… Her eyes screamed nothing but desire to hurt and make her life a living hell… before she settled back on a much, much, gentler gaze.

  “But I digress… let's see… how about you tell me your name first, hmm~?”

  “*cough* *wheeze* *cough*”

  “You have a mouth, use it for speaking and not just cock-sucking for once.” She nded a fist inch away from her face which had created a visible dent on the car's hood.

  “*cough* m-m-my n-n-name is *cough* Lexine…”

  “Good girl, now tell me about your family?”

  “I-I’m part of the Geroian Syndicate… *cough*… I joined 4 weeks ago…”

  “Indeed just 4 weeks and you already fiddled with your merchandise, which was not smart, was it not? They were but wee frightened things… and you fiddled with them? Hmm~”

  “I-I-i-i-i….”

  Nyx pulled her up and kneed her in the stomach. The feline girl sputtered and moaned in pain then colpsed on the floor. Before she can look up, Nyx already delivered another kick to the gut. This kept on going for the next 15 minutes which felt like hours. This demon understands just enough to keep her quarry conscious while pushing the pain to its utmost potential.

  “Shhh, that’s not important, right? Now tell me what I want to know... else...” Nyx made a knuckle-cracking sound while maintaining her graciously fabricated smile.

  After another series of panic attacks, the Feline girl starts telling Nyx all she wants to know.

  With a little bit of reminder here and there.

  Nyx managed to coax the girl to speak fluently. Nyx gained rather significant intel about this syndicate, not surprising really because it wasn’t even the branch… merely a disposable stalk… Which isn’t what Nyx's client was looking for... or is it?

  But she just let the Feline mouth off whatever, there were a lot of lies in there too, and the Pythian dy was greatly amused. The feline girl failed to notice the pitying look Nyx gave her. She threw some occasional quip here and there, mostly mock pity and understanding.

  When death is so far away, it is easy to harden one’s resolve and dare it to do its worst and all that bravado, but when death itself is staring you down? Well, the situation turns a lot more complicated with that fact on the table, so you can’t bme someone for breaking under pressure eventually.

  “T-t-that’s… all I know… *wheeze*… ugh…”

  Nyx patted her head like rewarding her with a good job, a very well-done sort of gift.

  “Aww~ you’re so cute… thanks for being so helpful, my little tramp… now… goodbye is in order…” She pulled out her gun, the Feline was horrified and instinctively braced herself for her upcoming end… which never came. Nyx just stood there fiddling with her gun, she then threw her a questioning gaze.

  “Spit it out…”

  “Am I *gulp* am I… f-f-free… to go?”

  “… Would you not want to?” Nyx just looked at her weirdly, practically saying ‘What’s with her really?’

  The feline immediately dashed outside while limping, screaming, and crying in happiness… she was alive! She needs to thank her lucky star, to meet her and survive would be an achievement not many can have after all! That’s it, she will turn over a new leaf and perhaps return home to till the fields again… beats getting hounded by death.

  “Hmm~ how cute…”

  “Was that wise Nyx?”

  A tall Efia dy suddenly asked from the side. She has short brown hair, green eyes, and an antler that jutted gracefully to the side. Wearing a sporty leather jacket and the one-piece dress underneath her Terran-equivalent Kevr vest. She is armed with a matching pair of pickaxes. The newcomer frowned a little seeing Nyx being so nonchant…

  “Ah, Aino. What is it?”

  The dy named Aino sighed before asking her once again.

  “Letting her go… are you seriously doing that?”

  POV: Aino

  This woman… Her face showed nothing, but I swear her eyes glinted and sneered at my question… She keeps fiddling with her handgun, which is… looking complicated and cool… but that’s beside the point.

  “Well do please eborate to me, Hound Master… Your hound is, sadly, too dimwitted for it.” That’s barely sarcasm, but let’s get this over it.

  “Letting her loose would compromise our work. I honestly don’t know why Hector even allowed you to worm your way to be under his payroll… You’re the most undisciplined asset we’re utilizing, but we can’t deny that you’re worth every LMD…”

  “Oh my, you shouldn’t let out that name so carelessly. Besides I’m just a humble, and disposable, mercenary.” Her monotone voice starts to grate my ears… also, disposable? Sure, then I’m the Queen of Victoria…

  “Hah… just answer me please.” How many sighs was it today? 19? I forgot …

  “Well, it is a simple natural selection after all.”

  “Natural selection?”

  “Erm…Yeah, do you seriously think the primary tree would even allow its branches to go away scotch-free? Pfeh! Get real. If a branch can’t, what makes you think a mere stalk can?”

  I said nothing and waited for her to continue, she can be quite annoying if interrupted so I opted to stay mum… but I did catch where she was going with this, which made me question our partnership all the more…

  “Just seriously sit back and think about it slowly. She might be a dirt, a cannon fodder, but she’s still a part of the syndicate. You can’t just say “Oh, I want to stop now!” no, the moment you join the family you stay in the family, come what may.”

  “There are exceptions…”

  “But is that little kitty worth the exceptions?”

  “…”

  She then slid her gun back into her holster, her practiced movement shows her finesse with it. I was starting to suspect her to be a foreign agent, masquerading as a deranged psychopathic womanchild, with an arms draw like that, but I digress.

  “You might be wondering why would they even risk so much for a mere, dime a dozen, dirt, right? Well the answer is simple, and that is; reputation.”

  She is heading that way… can this woman get even more unpleasant to work with? She is good, I’ll give her that… but ethics-wise? Very certain she’s in the negative… and that’s coming from people like us…

  “These crime syndicates rely on reputation to stay afloat along with a tight grip on all its pawns. If one mere thug being let go just like that, the other would start to entertain the idea of leaving with impunity and you know better than I do how much practiced their patron at getting rid of undesirable factors.”

  She then stared me right in the eyes, we’re less than an arm’s length away from one another’s necks.

  “No my dear, Aino, that’s not how they work. They will turn her dead… if she is lucky. And judging by what type of work they are dabbling in… well… her chances for a peaceful end would be rather low… Then you also noticed right? The unnatural but constant beeping? That is your answer to the question left unsaid.”

  “… You’re revolting… I thought you had stopped and turned over a new leaf… turns out to be a load of bull, like a boatload of bull.”

  “I am not lying though, I let her live after all.”

  “To then be turned into merchandise if her luck is profoundly bad? What is that if not cruel you vile snake?”

  “What happens next is not my problem, I just promised myself to tone down the violence a little. Thus you can see clearly, that I’m capable of merciful behavior. Besides, letting her know how it felt would be an eye-opener no? Now that I mention it… I shouldn’t have roughed her up that badly… hmm…”

  By Kjeragandr’s divine embrace… Hector, why did you agree to employ this madwoman? My ragtag bunch of folks with diverse upbringings looks like well-behaved citizens, compared to this… thing. But orders are orders… sadly…

  “Wait, are you being here to ske your thirst on me? I’m pretty ravishing, I know. Thank you very much.”

  “Oh great, you’re a narcissist now?”

  “It is not narcissism if it’s true and you know it to be true.”

  Nope, not going to fall for that one.

  “You can also use that dumb cunt to track the branch, just strap her with a bomb or something for… a failsafe? Meh, not my problem while also sounds kinda me and old-fashioned.” For the love of everything holy… did she just suggest that?

  “Now, let us clean up shall-” Her PT rang, and her face scrunched up in annoyance. Oh, she can show emotion… She took it and I swear to god her eyes shook in dread and surprise… before I can ask what happened.

  “Route my payment like usual, I got to go. So kindly step aside and get out of my way.”

  My body instinctively flinched… this woman has severe mood swings too… Where is Obelisk when you need him?

  POV: Nyx

  ‘What the fuck happened there…’ I speed through the night, and my destination is clear. He informed me of an upsetting situation, and he asked for help and I’m more than gd to. I can put off my work in Victoria for a while, it is not unusual for a mercenary to suddenly leave.

  “Why am I leaving then?” You might ask, well…

  [Nyx, this is M?ynar. Can you come to Kawalerielki? It would be better for me to expin it to you personally but I can give you a summary…]

  [Schnitz and Yonta were forced to leave the Grand Knight's Territory…]

  [END OF CHAPTER]

  Author’s Note:

  Hello there, this is me, myself, and I, the author who is stressed out… again. So nothing new there…

  We’re returning briefly (retively speaking) to Kazimierz, don’t worry Victorian arc still has ways to go through after all. Need to spice up the future, that’s all.

  The st bit was supposed to only concern Margaret and Maria, but I decided to add Zofia into the mix so their bonds would be a lot stronger.

  Update as usual when I can convince myself to…

  Ciao