I quickly regained my composure. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Although I felt extremely unsettled by what had just occurred, it still wasn't worth losing my head over. This was definitely not the time for me to lose my composure over what I'd just seen.
After all, I was supposed to act as a leader here. I can't afford my underlings to think that I'm weak or incompetent. No matter what happen, I must keep a clear mind and stay objective at all times. If I start becoming emotional and irrational then I'll definitely screw things up.
The only way to solve a problem would be if I acted coldly and logically. My emotions might actually hinder me in order to accomplish what I wanted to do. That would lead to failure which wouldn't result in me obtaining everything I desired.
"So what to do now..." I pondered, trying to figure out how to proceed. I think it wouldn't hurt to try and recall what exactly has happened leading to this point.
Okay, I bought a book from a strange shop that supposedly claim to contain dark magic which turned out to be true. I used it to summon both Rhea and Raga as my undead servants. Then we got attacked by some lunatics saying that I stole their "sacred text" which I totally didn't....
"Haaah... " I let out a sigh, frustrated with my own stupidity. "What am I even doing?" I questioned myself.
Of course having a dark grimoire in my possession is fun and all but for what exactly? Kill people? Be evil? Conquer the world? Ohh that one sounds nice....
"Anyway, let's get back inside the cabin.... ohhh.." I paused, my eyes lay upon my cabin.
The cabin's wooden walls were indeed splintered, and debris littered the floor. It was far from completely destroyed, but the damage it had sustained was enough to send a pang of anger and sadness through my heart. This cabin held countless memories of my late parents, grandparents and my own journey growing up.
As I stared at the wreckage around me, flashes of my past flooded my mind. The cozy fireplace where my grandparents used to tell me bedtime stories, the creaky wooden stairs I would climb every day after school, and the old oak tree in the backyard that held the swing I spent hours on. All of it felt like a distant dream now.
Rhea seemed to sense her master's inner termoil and sadness. She clenched her fist, gritting her teeth as she closed her eyes, attempting to control her anger. "This is your fault!!" She screamed internally, blaming herself for what happened.
She was too preoccupied in taking pleasure in fighting and slaughtering her opponent to really realize that she was also causing destruction on the cabin. A wave of regret and guilt rushed through her body as she realized how much pain she had caused her master unintentionally. How could she allow this to happen? She repeatedly asking herself that question over and over. She felt so horrible for having done such an unforgivable deed.
She somehow managed to calmed herself down just enough to stop focusing on herself as she looked at her master, but still the anger and resentment towards herself remained. She noticed the sorrowful expression that was plastered on his face.
Her heart ached as she saw her master in such distress and was unable to suppress the desire to comfort and console him.
"Master please forgive your servant" She pleaded shamefully. As if by reflex, she reached her arms out and wrapped them around her master's waist tightly from behind.
"Ohh...Rhea..." I uttered softly as I felt her embrace.
"I promise that I shall do better... I won't allow this to happen to master again". Her voice trembled as she spoke, clearly feeling remorse filled with immense guilt.
My heart melted upon hearing those words of hers. She had always been incredibly loyal and caring, and I deeply enjoyed how dedicated and loyal she truly was.
"It's alright Rhea.. You are not the cause of this" I said, giving her a gentle smile.