Wrong Move (2)
"Master! Who's that!"
"Master! What's going on!"
"Master!"
"Master~ why did our plan fail!"
Everyone in the Iron Assualt team was now angering the masked man who carried a woman in a fireman carry over his shoulders, the woman who was drooling over him and mumbling strange things.
"Change of plans, let's say we were closed to be ambushed..." the masked man said grudgingly as he gritted his teeth. He looked at his loyal dog- Lennert Das who was watching him in silence.
"You know what to do," the masked man said as he dropped the woman into Lennert's hands and walked away. "Come up with another plan."
...
Lennert Das nodded at his master's last command but frowned when he saw a half drooling woman in his possession, mumbling, "vodka... Emperor... execution..."
Strange, Lennert thought to himself. Is this supposed to be a prisoner or a guest? Lennert smacked his head for being stupid. Of course, this was a prisoner! When did his master ever have a guest! His master was a mastermind of genocide!
So Lennert Das went to the dungeon cell as he dragged the woman over and gently put her down. He frowned as he commented on the woman's natural beauty. Pouting pink lips, ebony dark hair like black ink, and her petite-curvy figure.
'This woman must have angered master. Too bad she dies too early!' Lennert Das nodded and locked the dungeon cell up. Sigh... life was hard.
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3 HOURS LATER...
In a dark chamber, were blood sprawled on the floor, and the fresh scent of meat staggered on the walls- Slayer, the masked man was sharpening his blade, while his loyal dog, Lennert Das was watching.
There were twenty piles of bodies lying on the dark chamber, dead. These were the new mercenary guild who tried to attack the Iron Assault, just three minutes ago.
"All dead... twenty-five I say," Lennert Das says.
"Hmmm..." Slayer says nothing. Nevermind, there were twenty-five dead. Five extras were killed before they even set their foot here. Traps were everywhere in the Iron Assault Base. It was quite formal to smell the scent of blood.
"Master?"
"Hm?" Slayer says nothing as he keeps wiping his blade.
"Master?"
"What." Slayer's voice immediately drops when Lennert Das asks another question.
"Master, who is the person we've been looking for? Where does he live? If you want- we can hunt him down and kill him."
"..." Slayer says nothing as he tosses his blade away and drops to his throne chair.
"What's his name? And where did you meet him in your previous life?"
The masked man checks his nails as he stops and quietly answers, "I never met her."
"Hmm..." Lennert Das was agitated. He paused when he heard: HER? When did he become her? Was his master now becoming a gynocidest? (Kill women or little girls?) The hell's up with him~
"She is going to be useful," he muttered. Lennert Das thought about it for a while. Women? Useful? What for?
"She's the tool to capture the world."
"Oh..." Lennert said. Slayer glares at his friend and says, "don't think too weirdly,"
"I know," Lennert stuck out his tongue, "what can I do- Master himself rose from the cold ashes..."
"Shut up."
"I know... you reincarnated after your assassination in your previous life. So, you want revenge master?" Lennert Das asked.
"I... don't know." he sighed loudly as he kicked the dead body underneath him. "I need someone to help me conquer the world."
"Hey, I can help conquer the world too you know!"
"Shut up."
"Hmph!" Lennert Das huffed up his chest with anger.
"You are going to die in the future... so you're useless as trash,"
"..." Lennert Das sighed angrily, his master didn't have to be so cruel to say that! He calmed down, he knew about his death in the coming future. His master has told him after he had come out from Death's clutches and travelled from the future.
"..." Slayer, the masked man didn't say anything either.
"What's her name?"
"I forgot."
"Seriously? Master?"
"Well..."
"Whatever... I am guessing her name must Annalise or Guinevere of some sort. Rose? Francesca? Cheryll?"
"Stop with your stupid name generator. She comes from Elerdia,"
"One of the Southern small Kingdom?"
"It won't be small in the future. The Kingdom will become a powerful Empire in the future thanks to that woman." The masked man muttered as Lennert passed him a glass of red wine.
"DANG! Is she the Crown Princess...with the name with Iris?"
"Iris means deadly flowers, and no, her name was not the same as your dead evil fiancee,"
"Just kidding master, so... who is she?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"..." Lennert Das truly hated his incompetent master. Seriously! There were 8 billion people living on this continent! And probably half of the world population is women! Out of that- he needs to find the one which his master is looking for.
"...wine please?" Slayer asked as he put out his cup asking for more wine.
"Well, how does she look like?"
"I... don't know."
"...Master... are you sure you are really looking for a person?"
"Maybe."
THE HELL!
Slayer snorted inside his mind as he watched his Loyal Dog change his expression. He was quite satisfied- he stared out the window. The heavy wind blew against the metal bars, snow filling up the castle of the North.
He remembered in his previous life when he was disguised as a Swordsman searching for coverage from the bandits. His life was saved by friendly village men who didn't know about his deadly identity.
As he was staying in the village, he heard of a woman who was the strongest woman in the empire. No, she wasn't physically strong- but her standing, her social power, her status, her wealth, everything to her cunning mind!
Nicknamed: "The Evil Queen" the future Queen of the Empire of Elerdia.
He scoffed inside his head as he compared that title to his title. The Slayer of the North. The Wickedest Man of the Continent.
If they ever met, who would win?
Of course... that was in the past.
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ON THE OTHER SIDE>>>
"The hell did that woman disappear!" Alastair yelled.
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Mirabelle's POV:
Wait. Where am I? (O_o) I swear I have only seen prison bars once in my lifetime and that was enough.
Could it be that I was arrested for drinking underage! (O_O)