11 Meet Someone

"Come here. Let me continue your treatment."

Finally, Namara sat back with her back to Xanda. She said nothing. Her head was still busy thinking about Xanda and Ananme. With a little hesitation, she asked, "Xanda, do you know Ananme?"

Xanda nodded. Every woman who Eros brought was bound to spread the rumors. Of course, anyone will know who it is.

"I know," Xanda replied.

"Right now she is in my room. Her condition is very bad," softly Namara. She felt very comfortable when a cool feeling enveloped her back.

"She's back? Why so fast?" Xanda muttered. Usually, the sex slave Eros would return after two months. However, Ananme's departure had not been more than a month. That's a little… unusual.

"It's because Eros doesn't like her. You have to see for yourself how she is," replied Namara who was still concerned.

Xanda nodded in understanding. To be honest, she wondered, how did Ananme end up with Namara? Do they know each other? Even though she was curious, she still held back from asking.

Xanda continued to channel her strength. She tried hard just to get rid of the scars on Namara's back. However, even when its strength was nearly exhausted, the scar still couldn't disappear.

"Namara, I can't help you more," said Xanda. She's giving up now.

Namara bit her lip uncertainly. She turned to look at Xanda, whose face had now turned slightly pale. Was that woman draining her strength just to help her?

Namara's feelings became uneasy, she felt guilty. "Sorry, I bothered you."

"You don't need to apologize," Xanda replied. She immediately sat on the chair and leaned back. For some reason this time healing Namara made her lose a lot of energy.

"Then you can just rest here," said Namara. "I also need to think of something."

"What?" Xanda asked.

Namara was silent. She thought of many things. About how to get rid of that scar, how to enter the palace of the Black Wings clan if she failed to ensnare Eros. She also thought about what she should do after this.

Seeing Namara who was only silent, finally, Xanda opened her voice again. "You look like you have a lot of weight on your mind."

Indeed that is the truth. Namara really can't relax right now. She looked at Xanda and shook her head. "Nothing. I was just… wondering. Am I allowed to leave this place for a while?"

Xanda raised the corners of her eyebrows. "Yes. You just have to ask Ilene's permission," she replied.

"Okay. I think I need to get some fresh air to think," replied Namara who lied. She got up from the seat. "Once again I'm sorry, Xanda. And… thank you."

"I'm happy to do it. If I'm not busy, tonight I'll visit Ananme," said Xanda.

Namara nodded. After that, she immediately went out and returned to her room. This time she changed into a more introverted one then proceeded to go see Ilene ask for permission to leave.

"What would you do?" Ilene asked probingly. Of course, she had to know the purpose of the person asking for permission to leave. She also didn't want anyone to escape from this place.

"I need to buy some necessities," replied Namara. Her voice was relaxed as usual. Nobody knew that she was just lying.

"Before nightfall, you must be back," Ilene decided.

Namara nodded. After that, she immediately walked away from the brothel. She's not running away. She just wanted to go see someone.

Namara's two feet continued to walk through the streets of Doretus city. This city was the center of the hustle and bustle of the Black Wing clan. Its location not so far from the clan palace made people choose to live there.

Some people looked at Namara with strange looks. They must have felt strange and wary of Namara who belonged to the Sun clan. Even so, Namara didn't care. She kept on walking until it stopped in front of the intersection.

"Where am I supposed to go?" Namara asked herself. She saw an old woman who was walking in the opposite direction while carrying a little boy who was no more than five years old.

"Excuse me …." Namara stopped the woman. However, instead of stopping the old woman avoided her. Looks like she's scared of Namara.

Namara can only smile wryly. Though she didn't have any bad intentions at all. She just wanted to ask someone's address.

"Do I look that scary?" She muttered to herself, "No. I think I look nice and friendly."

At that moment someone suddenly tapped her arm which immediately startled her feelings. Namara warily moved away and looked back.

She saw a girl who was standing with a big smile showing rows of white teeth. She was probably only 9 or 10 years old.

"You are …."

"Beautiful Sister, what are you doing here?" asked the little girl.

Namara narrowed her eyes for a moment. After making sure there was nothing suspicious about the girl, she finally asked, "I'm looking for Master Orsley's house. Do you know where?"

"Master Orsley?" The girl seemed to remember.

After a moment she exclaimed, "I know! What do you mean Old Orsley has been playing tops lately?"

Namara's face turned complicated. Was it the same person she meant? She felt a little doubtful. "Can you name his characteristics?"

The little girl nodded cheerfully. "He is an ugly old man. His hair is long and unkempt. Mmm, but he is a good person! Although sometimes shameless cheating on us sometimes."

Namara laughed out loud. Looks like it is Master Orsley. It's just that she still couldn't believe how the old man was portrayed as an old man who liked to play tops.

"Can you help me meet him?" Namara asked.

"Of course! Come with me!" The girl pulled Namara's hand without hesitation. "However, I'm not sure if Old Orsley wants to meet a stranger like you."

Namara smiled. "There should be no reason for him to refuse to see me," she replied. Then she looked down at the hand that the little girl was pulling.

"You're not afraid of me?"

"Not." The girl shook her head. "My mother once said I should be a brave girl."

"Your mother must be a great woman," said Namara. She thought of her mother. The figure of a beautiful woman who always has soft speech. Ah, how much she missed her.

"Of course. It's just that she can be talkative sometimes."

Namara just chuckled amused at the girl's honest answer. "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"I am Ei-re-lla." She spelled. Then their steps stopped when they arrived in front of a small house that looked very simple. "Had reached!" she exclaimed.

"So this is Master Orsley's house?" Namara watched carefully. The house in front was made of neatly stacked stones. The place is at the end of a small alley.

"Thank you, Eirella," said Namara sincerely. She reached into her shirt pocket and took out a silver coin to repay the girl's kindness.

However, Eirella refused, "No, no. My mother said that if you help people you shouldn't expect anything in return."

Namara smiled sweetly. "Good girl." She ruffled Eirella's hair anxiously.

"I'll be going now. I hope Old Orsley will see you," said Eirella, who then jumped away cheerfully.

Namara's smile remained long enough to accompany Eirella's departure. It was only after the girl disappeared that she turned to stare at the closed wooden door.

Master Orsley was the only hope left. She wanted to talk to that man.