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The unidentified person had managed to find the hidden base that had yet to be revealed to the public. They didn’t bother to knock and thus with quick movements, they barged into the unlocked door.
An unsuspecting Crown Prince raised his head from the comfortable sofa expecting to see a completely unscathed Corlissa that was absolutely done with his sh*t yet was greeted with an unconscious rapidly bleeding Corlissa in the arms of an unknown cloaked figure.
His brows furrowed in suspicion as his hand inched closer to his sword, “Who are you? What are you doing with Corlissa?”
“We don’t have the time for this. Do you have any healing stones?”
“Not enough to solve that,” he said, glancing down at Corlissa’s body littered with holes.
“Tch. How useless, bring them all over quickly.”
The Prince had an irritated expression on his face, quite salty from how he was being treated but decided to let it go since Corlissa’s state was more important than his fragile ego.
He ran in distress, opening every cabinet and drawer in the house to find the healing stones.
His face immediately lit up after finding the bundle of healing stones messily strewn inside a drawer. He quickly dashed back to the still unknown figure who was tending to Corlissa.
He silently handed them to the unknown person who took them with a silent nod of gratitude then quickly used them on Corlissa. The healing stones were crushed in their hands and pressed onto Corlissa’s wounds.
The holes that were previously scattered and bleeding profusely, slowly closed up into less dangerous wounds. Those mana stones were not enough to completely heal her. The cloaked figure decided to bandage the rest of her wounds as there was nothing else they could do.
“Now that that’s solved, who are you? What are you to Corlissa?”
“I’m surprised someone like you is on a first-name basis with my lady.”
“Are you a loyal servant?” the Crown Prince mocked.
“At least I was there to help her, instead of relaxing in the comfort of my home hoping that she could defend herself.”
The Crown Prince was quickly angered, but he didn’t have a rebuttal. He had nothing to say, he wasn’t there to help her, he didn’t give her any support, he didn’t know what she was feeling, what she did or what she was planning on doing.
Corlissa, like the overpowered, unworldly powerful person she was, woke up. Most people would not be waking up a couple of hours after having literal holes drilled into them as they stained every part of their clothing with blood.
“What the f*ck.”
What a beautiful choice of a first sentence after being sent to death’s door.
The two other people in the room looked at her like deers in front of headlights, with unmasked bewilderment.
“That’s what we should be saying to you,” commented the still cloaked figure.
“Oh right, thank you for saving me,” Corlissa expressed with a soft smile as Prince Merillis looked on with hidden malice and jealousy.
“Who is this?” the Prince asked directed towards Corlissa instead of the said person.
“Haha, I haven’t told you yet, I almost forgot about that.”
Corlissa’s confusion only returned to her and deepened further.
“Do you remember the annual Spring Festival like many years ago?”
“Yes..?”
“I have yet to thank you properly for what you did as a child,” they spoke with a smile as they took off their hood.
The Prince’s face still held confusion while Corlissa was silently shocked.
The unknown figure had lightly tanned skin, deep hazel hair and pale pink eyes.
A small smile adorned Corlissa’s face yet again, “It’s certainly been a while, it’s good to see that you’ve certainly come far.”
“Hehe, you don’t have to flatter me like that.”
“I’ve never asked for your name.”
The Prince was completely out of the loop so he just sat there watching the duo have a conversation.
“I go by the name of Hugo Walters now.”
“Now? So you have gone by a different name before?”
Hugo took a questioning glance at the Crown Prince, silently asking Corlissa if it was alright to say in front of him.
“Oh, it’s fine this dude is the Crown Prince of both races and he’s not that narrow-minded so it’ll be fine. I have researched both races so I have a basic idea of what you’re about to say,” Corlissa responded, catching the attention of the Prince whose face immediately brightened.
“I was chucked into the world of humans because I disobeyed the order of the late King. I was once a Royal Knight but I didn’t want to kill a human that didn’t do anything wrong, so I was chucked into the world of humans. That was when I met you or rather when you saved me. Before I had been banished, I found out the ‘plot’ of my death that they had planned, you saved me from that fate so I will forever be indebted to you.”
“May I ask what your ‘end’ was meant to be?”
“Of course, I was supposed to get kicked and beaten to death after my ‘younger sister’ brought some nobles that had agreed to help me. Obviously, they were not going to help me as they were supposed to be the ones to kill me. But then you came and changed the story,” he spoke with an alarmingly bright smile.
“You shouldn’t be talking about your own death so casually,” Corlissa gently scolded.
“Says you,” came the sassy reply from Hugo as he turned his head to the side and whistled with his hands on the back of his head.
Corlissa, despite being still injured and bleeding, immediately appeared behind Hugo and whacked the back of his head. Hugo responded by doubling over, clutching the top of his head and groaning in pain while tearing up.
“IT’S SO UNFAIR!!!! YOU’RE INJURED BUT YOU STILL HIT SO HARD, THAT’S SO MEAN!!” Hugo whined to Corlissa who responded with a mere ‘hmph.’
The Crown Prince, yet to have said a word, blankly spectated the situation looking quite fed up with the pair.
“Ow ow. Anyway, on a more serious note, what are you going to do now? You kind of like...left the battle midway…” asked Hugo with a nervous tone quite audible through his voice.
“Haha, for the first time, I don’t know,” Corlissa responded with a carefree laugh before continuing with a hand under her chin, “especially since I didn’t expect an actual Holy Warrior to be summoned by Miss Luxiere.”
“WAIT WHAT?!?!? WHAT THE BLOODY F**K!? MISS EVIE LUXIERE, THAT LUXIERE SUMMONED A F***ING HOLY WARRIOR?! LIKE THE ONES IN FOLKTALES?!?!?!?!” the Crown Prince immediately questioned.
Hugo looked at the Prince as if he was saying ‘duh, obviously,’ which only infuriated Prince Kinfael.
“Holy s**t...respectfully,” the Prince commented again.
“Yep, so now my image of a villain is kind of flailing but I’m sure Miss Luxiere thought of something. On that topic, the people lying on the ground should be waking up by now, the early pens have probably already woken up.”
“YOU DIDN’T KILL THEM?!?! I THOUGHT THEY DIED!!” Hugo confusedly said.
The Prince now held an expression of absolute bewilderment, glancing back and forth between the two other people in the room.
“How are you meant to be a villain if you have a kill count of 0…” came the rhetorical question from Hugo.
Corlissa surprisingly responded with a pout, looking down at the ground before she quietly mumbled.
“...but I don’t want to kill them, if I kill them they’ll die…”
“OBVIOUSLY?!?!?” replied Hugo with raised eyebrows.
Both the Prince and Hugo shared a look of perplexion, as they were thoroughly confused at what Corlissa was thinking.
With a sigh, the Prince stated, “Anyway, think of a solution quickly that DOES NOT involve you dying.”
Now Corlissa was looking away with a nervous sweatdrop as she was getting called out.
“But like…”
“DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?!” came the strict voice of the Prince.
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“Traitors should be killed!!”
“Exactly! What if they compromised the safety of the rest of us?!?”
The populations of humans and ‘demons’ had banded together but they didn’t even care about their own races anymore. They were driven by fear, so every entity that had been knocked unconscious by Corlissa were now becoming ousted from their society.
An authoritative voice boomed, “Recall the state of Miss Luxiere! Do you all really think that she is in a state where she can immediately interact with them?!” the voice of the Grand Mage was responded with silence.
“Of course not! So as long as we imprison them, she’d have to go through guards before being able to get information out of them. What information would they even have if they were imprisoned, they wouldn’t know what would be happening in the outside world if they were cut off from society."
He had his head in his hands, glistening tears dripping from his face, the moonlight only accentuated his suffering.
. . .
Walking out of a house in the middle of a plain of cracked ground was a blue-haired lady. The moon was shining bright in the dark sky, stars were sparse on this night.
“I suppose this will be my last and final death,” the lady muttered to herself as she walked towards distant lights.
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hehe 'Hugo' is the same dude from chapter 3 lmao