The escape of Fraxia

Priscilla had been left completely alone in the prison of her mansion, Krom had literally vanished and no matter how much she tried to find him, she could see no clue or signal as to his whereabouts.

Discovering her loneliness in such a complex situation as the one she was in, she could not help but embrace her left arm in anguish. It was already a little late to realize that in all the time she had lived in the Lombardi mansion she had not really been alone, Priscilla just felt like that, because of her peculiar circumstances.

A few tears began to build upon the edge of her eyes when a voice called her from inside her head.

—"Master, the preparations have been completed and your mother should recover in a maximum period of one week."

—"Huh?! Where are you Krom?" Priscilla seemed quite confused to suddenly hear a voice inside her head.

—"Well, you allowed me to exist within your mind, remember?"

—"Wait! I don't remember you telling me before you entered my mind without permission." She said annoyingly.

—"I apologize for my rash actions."

—Priscilla sighed with resignation. "Just tell me one thing, will I have a split personality or something?"

—"I fear that unless I release my power, the most I can do is advice you, Master."

By the time Priscilla had heard the answer, a small window of state appeared inside her head that confused her quite a bit [New Ability Gained: Blessing of the Wraith King]

—"Huh?" she exclaimed with surprise. "This is... My stats? How is this possible? Wasn't this kind of information supposed to be displayed only if you place your hand on one of the divination stones in the temples?" She thought to herself.

—"Yes Master, you now possess several of my abilities."

—"Wait! Can you hear my thoughts?" She said with some discomfort as he felt his privacy invaded.

—"I can stay asleep if you prefer, Master."

—"Well that would be more comfortable, but that's not the problem."

—"Problem?"

—Priscilla sighed again with heaviness "Forget it..." As she reflected on the many problems that lay in the fact that a man dwelled in her thoughts, she decided to ignore him and focus her mind on other matters. "What kind of skills do I have?" he thought.

— After calming her hesitant heart, she decided to check out the window of abilities that had appeared in her mind.

Name: Aisha Blistar

False name: Priscilla Lombardi

Race: Superior Human

Range: F+

Gender: Female.

Height: 173 cm

Fame: Not determined.

Age: 17 Years old

Existence: 2545 Years

Level: 6

XP: 73.8%

Main title: Fourth daughter of Duke Lombardi

Secondary title: Master of the Wraith King.

After reviewing her statistics, a little, Priscilla felt strong dizziness and was forced to put a knee on the floor while holding her head in pain.

—"What is it? Why do I suddenly feel so bad?"

—"Apparently your body can't hold the magic of divination too long and can't show too much information at its current level either." The other consciousness that now inhabited Priscilla's body answered.

—"I see... That's why my skills and magic are not visible... Wait! Get out of my thoughts Krom!"

—"If you wish I can go to sleep, Master." No matter how much Priscilla raged at seeing her privacy invaded, it was too late to recant.

—"..." She tried to calm her mind and then continued to speak with the consciousness that now dwelled in her body. "Forget it, just promise me you won't read my every thought."

—"In that case, I will go to sleep, Master."

—"Stop saying you're going to sleep! Are you a bear that needs to hibernate?" she questioned annoyingly.

—"But I'm sleepy." Priscilla sighed again with heaviness, feeling that she was talking to a child who had passed his bedtime.

—"Krom, answer me one thing."

—"What could it be?"

—"Why in the section of existence says that I am 2545 years old when my age is only 17 years old?"

—"Well, this is only conjecture, but it may be that the Master has been in a state of hibernation for a long time and simply awoke recently or perhaps had a change of race and lost her memories. However, the second is unlikely, as the higher humans only live about 700 years at most. The truth without reviewing your memories I have no way of knowing."

—"Are you some kind of virtual encyclopedia?"

—"I'm afraid I'm not a biological internet connection."

—"It was sarcasm... Wait! Do you know what the internet is?"

—"I may have been reincarnated in this world, but I still keep some memories of my past life, although it feels like incomplete and distant information."

—"I understand, somehow that will be very helpful in the future."

—"Mmm... I see... your real name is Aisha Blistar... what should I call you from now on, Master?"

—"That all my secrets are revealed in this way is a little..." Priscilla felt tainted in some way, as she could not hide anything from the consciousness that now dwelled in her body.

—"You can see me as a skill, I really don't care."

—"That sounds very cruel, you know?"

—"Is that so?"

—"Just forget it..." Now that she spoke more freely with the existence known as Krom; Priscilla began to think that she was a more distracted person than anything else. In fact, what had made her afraid, was probably only due to the terrifying physical form he had previously adopted and the terrible actions he had done without blinking.

—"Do you need help getting out of the mansion, Master?" He asks with a somewhat sleepy tone.

—"Can you help me?"

—"Sure, I don't mind helping you. However, I'm afraid she'll have to carry her mother's body without help."

Priscilla observed her mother's body and her legs began to ache at the thought of how difficult it would be to escape the mansion carrying an unconscious person.

—"You've got to be kidding me..."

—"I'm afraid the best thing I can do for you right now is to inform you about the people who are approaching your position."

—"That will do, I trust you Krom."

—"Understood, Master." Priscilla took a strong breath to recharge her courage and carried her mother's body on her back.

It was incredibly difficult to get out of the mansion jail with an unconscious person on her back, so Priscilla was about to fall several times. With great difficulty, she crossed a corridor that fortunately was empty and with some help from Krom skillfully avoided several servants who seemed to be patrolling the place.

—"In that corridor turn to the right way and go to the exit of the servants."

—"How do you know that this is the exit of servitude?"

—"I walked several times around the mansion, but when I got bored I went back to my prison cell."

—"... you are a..." A certain sense of defeat and frustration troubled Priscilla, who decided to ignore her discomfort and simply follow Krom's instructions.

—"In the kitchen there are two servants, at this point, it is important that you acted naturally and ask them to urgently call a carriage to take your mother to the doctor."

—"What are you talking about? That's crazy, if we get caught we'll be lost."

—"They will not. Judging by the fact that they are working and not looking for you, those employees do not belong to their older brother's faction, and judging by the fact that your brother has brought his own mercenaries, I imagine the house guards aren't exactly on your brother's side."

—"How do you know all this?"

—"Another one of my regular walks around the mansion." Priscilla no longer cared, Krom was simply too careless and feeling impressed by everything he said, was beginning to tire her mind.

—"I will try."

Two maids were preparing food for the Lombardi family when Priscilla burst into the kitchen with a visible weariness on her face.

—"Marta, my mother has fainted and I need to take her to the doctor, can you ask the guards to bring my carriage?"

—"This is terrible!" shouted the nice old lady in charge of the food. "We have to warn the lord right away."

Priscilla went blank, she wasn't used to lying, and even if she could lie; she couldn't find a reason not to call her father.

—"Just repeat after me, Master." Seeing the freezing of Priscilla Krom he decided to intervene.

—"We don't have time for that, Marta. Just do what I tell you and bring the carriage if you don't want to carry to my mother's death on your conscience." Priscilla's tone was unusually strong, surprising Marta and the maid beside her.

—"I-I'm sorry, miss." Marta sent her aide to call the guard who was a few meters from the rear entrance of the mansion and after that she observed Priscilla. "Did something bad happen to you, miss?" he asked with concern.

Priscilla again went blank when she saw Marta's kind face, to the point that seeing a familiar face almost made her cry. However, the voice in her head brought her back to reality.

—"Now is not the time for that, Marta. However, I promise to tell you the details when I return."

—The proudly old woman observed to Priscilla, before answering "It seems that you have matured a little, miss. He finally begins to speak as a powerful and important person."

As Priscilla was about to answer, the guards rushed into the kitchen and bowed to Priscilla and her mother.

—"We have come as requested, Miss Priscilla."

—"You, take my mother to the carriage."

—"Y-Yes." The guard responded to Priscilla's powerful command voice that simply copied the tone of voice Krom use to spoke to her inside her head.

The guards understood what they had to do immediately and helped Priscilla carry her mother's body to the carriage that was supposed to transport them to the doctor.

—"Hurry up, we don't have time." Priscilla warned.

—"Y-yes, Miss Priscilla." The guards seemed quite surprised by the sudden dignity Priscilla displayed in speaking, to the point that they felt somewhat intimidated by her.

After completing the preparations, the guards hurried to leave the place along with Priscilla who had begun to follow in their footsteps.

—"Wait for a second, Master."

—"What's going on krom?"

—"Grab that knife on the table and put it between your clothes."

—"For what purpose?"

—"Just do it."

At some point Priscilla stopped knowing what was going on and only followed Krom's instructions to the letter, so being careful not to be noticed she grabbed a small knife on the table and hid them using the sash of her dress.

—"Are you happy?"

—"Hurry, we must catch the guards."

—"Give me a break, will you?"

—"Make it quick."

—"... You are a..." Priscilla was forced to save her tantrum for later and hurried to follow the guards. However, one person stopped her path. That person was Fey, a slave belonging to the race of the Elves of the cave, who was in the direct service of her brother Augusto.

—"I can't let you pass, miss." Fey raised her sword with trembling hands.

Who could blame her for her actions? On the one hand, disobeying Augusto´s orders would make her will obtain terrible torture, and attacking one of the owners of her seal of slavery could very well kill her.

Still, the young elven of the caverns, she did her best to intimidate Priscilla, and it certainly worked.

—"What will I do now, have I been discovered?" Priscilla thought "I can't face a combat slave-like Fey and win."

—"Take out your knife, Master."

—"What? Don't tell me this is why you made me take the knife?"

—"Not really, that elf has some kind of ability that allows she to elude my spiritual detection."

—"What shall we do now?"

—"Put on your meanest face and pull out your knife."

—"What? Have you gone mad? There's no way that I..."

—"Just do it, we don't have time there are unwanted people who approach our position."

Lacking options, Priscilla did as she was told and put on an intimidating expression as she pulled out her knife.

—"Why do your arms tremble, Fey? Do you fear death when you attack your Master?"

Fey opened her eyes a lot, this was very different from what she had heard. Priscilla Lombardi was supposed to be a submissive and pleasant girl, which would greatly facilitate her work, but apparently, the rumors she had heard were completely false, somehow Priscilla felt much more intimidating than Augusto himself.

Not only was his attitude haughty, but he sent away a terrifying presence that made him feel an uncomfortable lack of oxygen in his chest.

—"I-I just..."

—"Silence, I don't remember giving you permission to speak."

Before the terrifying presence of Priscilla, a fearful Fey was forced to release her blade as she took a couple of steps back. Then Priscilla approached Fey with her knife held high and put it near her throat.

—"Good girl. Now, tell me one thing, Fey."

—"..." Fey couldn't answer, all she could do was hold her breath in front of the intimidating person in front of her.

—"Tell me, do you crave freedom?"

—"What did you say, my lady?" Fey was very surprised by the sudden question.

"Do you want freedom, Fey?"

—"Well, I am..."

—"Yes or no."

—"I do wish it, my lady"

—"In that case, help me, Fey."

—"But I am lord Augusto's personal servant..."

—"I never said you had a choice. If you're not on my side, I'll just cut that pretty, delicate throat of yours, then send your head as a gift to my brother to make his heart tremble. A wonderful idea, don't you think?" Priscilla really looked frightening as she threatened the trembling elf, whose legs were about to give in to her weight. "What are you making me say Krom?!" she screamed inside.

Fey couldn't take it anymore, she was very afraid, she didn't want to die and Priscilla was far more frightening than Augusto, to the point that it would not be exaggerated to say that the latter seemed a good person if compared to the evil personality that Priscilla hid.

—"I will serve you, my lady.

—"Good girl. Now, remember to keep a close eye on my brother and I want you to inform me of everything he's done when he gets back. I promise that if you do a good job I will let you torture Augusto as much as you want when my plan is completed and I will grant any request you make to me."

—"Are you serious, my lady?"

—"I can be many things, but I don't usually lie to those who offer me their services."

Suddenly Fey's countenance shifted to a much quieter and more suited expression for a powerful combat slave.

—"In that case, I want you to take my sister out of Count Malvoro's mansion and bring her to serve in this house with me."

—"Consider it done, Fey."

—"I will not disappoint you, my lady."

—"I hope you do a good job and don't worry, I'll make sure to put all the people who betrayed me in a through hell on earth." Priscilla made a malicious smile that made Fey's blood run cold. "If you'll excuse me, I'm retiring, Fey."

Priscilla left and her face began to blush from the shame she felt at acting in such an exaggerated manner, while Fey offered her a respectful and submissive reverence to the true Lady of the Lombardi house.

—"Krom! Why did you make me say such mean things?!"

—"It worked, didn't it?"

—"That's not the point, do you know how embarrassing it is to act that way?"

—"Well, that's not my problem."

—"... you are a... Wait, why did Fey seem happy after threatening her like that?"

—"That's because, with the threat, you also gave her a hope to hold on to, instead of continuing to suffer as a slave without any compensation."

—"It was you who offered it to her... I just repeated what you said inside my head."

—"I have to say that you have a talent to are a villain, Master."

—"I don't have it and you should stop being so evil."

—"Never."

—"You're a complicated person to deal with, you know?"

—"Maybe so, but now we must think of a way to out of the city as soon as possible."

—"What do you have in mind?"

—"Well, about that..."

Krom began to explain his plan to Priscilla, whose face only paled as the explanation continued. Just imagining the terrible and embarrassing things Krom would oblige her to do to achieve her goals, made Priscilla swallow saliva loudly while trying to see the bright side of her situation.