Vincent went back to his room, and he waited as his aide prepared his training gear. He usually doesn't let his aides help him prepare his clothes, it was done by his Valet. But unfortunately, he wasn't present at the moment. Such a pity, he had an incredible sense of fashion.
"My Lord, your clothes are ready.", said Lena
Vincent turned his attention to the woman in front of him. Her full name is Elena Summers, like her name, her personality was extremely haughty and domineering, it was a family trait. But still, the house of Summer produced some of the greatest generals in Vildar, both male and female.
"Thanks Lena, you can leave now, and keep a check on that girl, Trixie. Also, give her something to dye her hair with.", Vincent ordered.
"Sure", Lena said, as she bowed her head slightly and proceeded to exit the room.
After he saw her leave, Vincent changed his clothes and walked up to the balcony.
"Noah! let's go.", Vincent spoke, as he spread his pitch-black feathery wings which shone with regally in the golden sunshine and shot up like bolt into the sky, simultaneously a mass of black afterimage followed him, leaving behind only a hazy cloud of dust.
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After soaking in the bath water for a long time, Astrid finally stretched out her limbs and stepped out of the bathtub, leaving behind a puddle of water as she walked towards a tall mirror and looked at her bare reflection.
Her hairs were wet, and some stray strands stuck to her face, gleaming beads of water slowly slipped along her pale skin. She gently traced her finger downwards from her collarbones and stopped at her chest. she forcefully pressed along a deep and hideous scar in shape of a cross, placed exactly on the position of her heart, it seemed to brand her and making it impossible for her to ever forget the memories it brought with them.
Her eyes grew increasing colder, she looked into nothingness as if to see someone else through these scars. She pursed her lips while trying to get rid of those thoughts and pulled out a towel to quickly wipe herself, she wore a white satin bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.
As she entered the room, she unexpectedly saw a person, who was covering his face with a mask. She was only shocked for a moment, before she was attacked by him, 'was he here to assassinate me?' she thought, as she defended herself and moved away from the assassin.
But he took out his several small butterfly knives in both hands and threw them altogether at me, I dodged them with agility and scanned my surrounding for any sort of weapon. My eyes fell upon a few sets of belts on the clothing stand. She immediately moved towards it and drew out a belt and using it to trip the assassin as he came near me.
At the same time, she moved forward to forcefully slam onto him with all her strength and sat on top of him and almost brutally punching him in the neck with metallic end of the belt. But her hand was caught midair as he pushed me backward and rolled away from under me.
She was dumbfounded and vigilantly looked at the assassin, who was sprawling on the ground as he moved his hands to remove his mask, or should I say her mask.