"We should hurry up." Requiem rode Dragnur while Gerald and the other slaves followed — well — only a third of them were allowed to follow him here. He frowned calmly, glancing around with his heart clenching tighter every step Dragnur marched forth.
"I feel that something is terribly wrong in this place, master." Gerald frowned, wondering what he had begun to observe in his heart since the moment they had stepped out from the castle. It was like the sights of a predators had focused upon him.
"What should we do with this summoner?" one of the slaves questioned, his horse pulled cage of the great summoner, dragging it on the earth and causing the woman inside it to be cast around by the bumpy road, "Has she not suffered enough? Or should I raise my riding speed."
Requiem cast a cold glance at the woman, she had grown so pale during her time with them. He had wanted to use her as a weapon in the battle, but considered her to be too volatile and the using of her abilities disgusting — to him. He wanted to kill her, but resisted against it.
"Keep at your speed." Requiem sneered in his heart, wondering if the slaves were so gullible to believe he would let the woman go so easily. He wanted to kill her for the DP, that why he had them drag her with him back to the castle, for a public execution!
He was having second thoughts as a part of him wanted her to suffer for even longer, until she was no longer able to stand, until she regretted each and every action she had committed. He knew that even if he killed her over and over again, she would not repent — not now.
Would her repentance raise the value of her DP? Does her being in this deplorable state weaken it? He was hesitant to kill her at this point because of these reasons. If he slaughtered her here and it was decided from the system that all he would receive was a single divine point… then…
"March on!" He shouted, ordering everyone to pick up in speed, the castle just a few moments to their arrival. He was calm a s they all marched forward until they reached the gates of the castle and as he slowed down, he found that a couple of things were growing strange.
A woman he had never seen before in his life — given his memories, could be better or worse — stood at the gates, waiting with a bow in her hands and a quiver full of arrows strapped to her back. He wondered if she was the trouble he needed for more divine points.
"Halt!" he announced as everyone else slowed to a halt. Requiem frowned, glancing to the side and observing the strange feeling he had at the depths of his heart emanated from the trees. There were a few presences hiding in wait, and he smirked in his heart.
Everyone wanted to know why he had halted when they were this close to entering the castle, but he grinned to himself, a cold gleam shone in his eyes as he hopped off Dragnur. The woman's gaze sharpened when he did and he wondered why, frowning externally.
He grasped his hand tight around his blade, walking forth until he was standing just metres away from her, his gaze growing emotionless. He did not feel any connection with this woman at all — not like the feminine lookalike he had met in the mirror, which he assumed to be his sister.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Requiem questioned calmly, pointing his blade at the woman. He was bold because the woman looked directly into his eyes and was close enough to hear his commands, a perfect opportunity. The presences must have hid in the bush to avoid this… Haha!
Someone must have orchestrated this scenario! What fools! Requiem had gotten quite a grasp of the limits of his ability — the edge of the endless river of absolute power. He discovered that he was unable to command a pawn over a certain distance — a beautiful discovery.
The limitations of sight and hearing of the human body. The limitations of others were the limits of his own ability. A greater limitation was that he lacked clairvoyance, and that limitation also exists in his own body. The beautiful discovery quickly turned pathetic.
"My name is Ygril." She answered calmly, her voice graced his ears like a warm melody, causing a stir in his heart. Requiem felt like his brain was being assaulted, and he forced a straight expression, observing Ygril as she glared at him, "I am a guest of this castle. You are?"
Requiem sighed. He had a lot of time to waste, but he was not very patient. He desired as much entertainment as he could grasp — a trait he built from watching his sheep as he counted the years pass by. Now, here he was, the entertainer and he smirked, prepared to wreck havoc.
"I see." He turned to a random tree, then staggered to the side, pointing at that tree. A coldness invaded the atmosphere as everyone's expression turned grim. Requiem, noticing that he had their attention, shouted furiously, "Someone is hiding behind that tree!"
Ygril traced his finger, her eyes widened in shock. When she saw the tree that he pointed in, she blinked, resisting the urge to laugh. She turned around, returning her gaze with a smug look, ready to utter the words, 'You have gotten it all wrong, child.'
But, suddenly!
The guards roared, rushing off into the bushes, under Requiem's command. He smirked, turning to the woman, Ygril and watching as her smug look collapsed. She shouted at them to "Wait!", and he eyed her for a second, lifting his hand and ordering the slaves to "Halt".
Alas, they were already in the trees and the locations of the men and women in ambush revealed like a book fluttered open by a gust of wind. Requiem observed the woman with a questioning gleam in his eyes, "Who invited you into my castle?"
Ygril sighed in defeat.