"Fuck! I'm freezing. I cannot stand this, I'm going to use Arch energy to warm myself " Inside Gerty's manor, one of the soldiers patrolling through the corridors complained to his colleague.
"Keep it together man, the captain ordered us not to waste energy warming ourselves" the soldier who complained reluctantly nodded rubbing his hands together.
"Gary that lucky bastard was assigned to the hall where they have that cozy fireplace, why didn't someone build a fireplace here?"
"Fireplace in a corridor near the servants' latrine, yeah a great idea" the guard replied with a voice overflowing with sarcasm.
Creak!
"What is that?!" The two soldiers immediately stopped their chatter when they heard a creak coming from above them. Their bodies tensed as their gripes on their spears tightened,
Squeak
Squeak
Shortly, they heard the squealing sound of a rat.
"It must be a damn rat"
"Shit I nearly wet my pants," the soldier who was complaining about the fireplace said, letting out a breath of a sigh.
"Hey it's time, look normal," the soldier said suddenly standing straight without leaning on the wall behind him.
The other one also did the same and quickly hid the discomfort of the cold from his face. A few minutes after they were standing straight, a group of three people in full iron plate and chainmail walked towards them from the far end of the corridor. The two soldiers felt the cold in the area disappear as an overwhelming pressure made their breathing heavy.
When the trio of iron-plated warriors got closer to the two guards, they stared at the two guards and the area for a moment before walking away from them.
Only when the trio disappeared from their sight, the two soldiers could breathe normally.
"Just their presence is enough to make breathing hard"
"No shit, they are Core Formation level 10 warriors, what do you expect?"
Creak!
"It's that damn rat aga-" before the soldier could finish his sentence, a figure leaped down from above through the ceiling and stuck a dagger into the soldier's throat.
The figure did not give the time for the other soldier to react, in lightning-fast, the figure took out the bloodied dagger from the soldier's throat and stabbed the other one straight through the eye, ending his life swiftly. After ending the two soldiers' lives, the figure dragged their bodies quickly into the latrine behind. The figure then pulled away the dark clothes as the pool of blood on the ground reflected an image of a young girl with brown hair.
"I hope this is the last time I have to kill" Arria stared at the two dead bodies in the ground with eyes full of pity. She then walked out of the latrine before sticking an out of order sign on the door.
It had been four years since she became an apprentice of a Grim Reaper called Dagger. He was not only her mentor but also her master, the one who holds absolute power over her, in simple words, she was his slave.
Unlike many other masters, he gave Arria a way to earn her freedom, which was to kill his targets for him, and eventually, he would release her from the slave bond. Although he did not tell how many people she had to kill, it was still better than having no hope to get her freedom back. Plus, the fire of vengeance inside her made her do anything to kill general Quintus who invaded their homeland and captured her brothers as slaves.
She never wanted any of this but to rescue her brothers, she needed to become strong and from what she heard from Dagger, she was blessed with a godly ability that let her completely mask the Arch energy radiating from her body which would prevent the cultivators and arrays from detecting her.
She still had much to learn about this ability and use it to its maximum potential. According to Dagger, Gerty was running a slave mine in Kethen and said killing Gerty would save hundreds of southerners from becoming slaves in the Elon continent.
Thinking about the slave traders, the flames of anger burned hotter inside her heart. With a cold killing intent in her eyes, she navigated through the corridors to Minister Gerty's room.
"Get ready to go to hell, Minister Gerty" When she came before a six feet dual door that had the words 'Minister Gerty' in delicate carving, she mumbled under her breath with a wicked smile on her face.
"Three minutes" reminding herself the remaining time before the next group of holy guards came to guard the room, she knocked on the door before taking out a vial from her chest pocket in the maid outfit she's wearing
"Who is that?" a calm voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"My lord, Lord Rickman sent me here with the potion you asked him to get"
"Oh? Come in come in" Hiding the expression of disgust from her face, Arria opened the door to see an old man with shoulder-length white hair standing before a window. The old man turned his gaze away from the windows with a kind smile. If one did not know about the true nature of the old man, they wouldn't think of him as the notorious slave trader and a man who loved to abuse young slaves on a daily basis.
The kind smile on his face even made Arria wonder if this really Minister Gerty she read about in a file Dagger gave her.
"Give me the potion" however her doubt disappeared when she saw the kind smile turning into a wicked smile looking at the sky blue potion in her hands.
"Yes, my lord"
"This is just what I need right now" the old man grabbed his crotch, wickedly smiling at Arria.
If Michael was he would have recognized the potion, it was the potion that most of the old men at his age desire, the lizard's dream which was used to temporarily cure erectile dysfunction and increase stamina.
This potion would give him the ability to wash away the sorrow of losing his cousin. He had to pay a hefty sum to get his hands on the potion.
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