Chapter 9: Retaliation (2)

"Hello, Brigette." She greeted with cool courtesy, internally preparing. The fox wasn't there just to pick up the medicine from her. She glanced at the windows and sighed. The plaza had been filled in a matter of seconds. She wondered slightly how many listening devices were being activated at the time.

Brigette entered the store. Her dark hair, loose from her, framed a pretty, charming face, the kind that aroused every protective instinct in a man. Big brown almond eyes, long laughing dark lashes. A button nose and a sweet little mouth. Her previously slim and youthful body had developed voluptuous curves from pregnancy.

Sascha's gaze inevitably fell on the round belly of the other and a twinge of pain pierced her chest, she did not want the bastard of her ex back, but without a doubt, she wanted what the other soon would have.

A family.

Sascha took all of her emotions and feelings and buried them deep within her soul. A dark and lonely place, filled to bursting with all the bad memories of her. She didn't feel anything, she didn't show anything. Her expression and her mind calm. She silently thanked her mother's superior for teaching her the merits of her abstraction.

"¡Hi, Sascha!" the voice that greeted her was sweet and cloying like molasses and as feigned as it could get without exaggeration. "I was so worried about you."

What was she playing at? Sascha's attention drifted and out. The number of villagers was increasing. She focused on Brigette again, and she understood. The vixen played her favorite game, playing her favorite role as a sweet, concerned woman. A woman with a double background, of course, she is.

"Seriously?" she arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Haven't you heard? I'm an adulterous bastard. I am surprised that there is still someone who cares about me at this point. "

A fleeting gleam of satisfaction flickered in Brigette's eyes. Sascha narrowed her gaze slightly, taking in the subtle action. A dangerous and warlike state of mind took hold of Sascha, even with her feelings and her emotions harshly suppressed from the certain tendencies she could not be avoided.

Sascha decided to play. Seriously, she sometimes wondered how she managed to suppress her true nature for years, or maybe she had never quite succeeded? Was that the reason why she was always punished?

"Vile rumors, my dear." The young woman walked to the counter. "Don't worry, I'm sure James will come to his senses."

"Ah, but I don't want him to." Brigette squinted in her direction and looked at her as if she had lost her mind. Who knows, maybe she had, or maybe she was the lunatic back, possessing her again. The lunatic inhabiting her body leaned forward, lowered her voice, and whispered to her. "The rumors are true."

Okay, that wasn't in the plan. The new plan then? A disgruntled expression filled the other's face, she had been surprised. It was evident that she never expected Sascha to confirm the rumors.

"You're here for your potions, right?" she asked without giving him time to recover. Sheamus once taught him the merits of keeping his enemies disturbed and unbalanced.

Brigette nodded with a pout and a disgruntled expression still tightening her pretty features. Things were not going according to what her little mind orchestrated. Despite everything, Sascha felt a little flash of fun, who would have thought that playing would be so much fun?

And she wanted to play and play, play until the shattered pieces of her enemies fell at her feet. She blinked, not recognizing herself, suddenly uncomfortable, Sascha looked away from her.

Had the Old Man influenced her more than she thought? He rejected the feeling from her and her eyes landed on the three blisters before her and something settled in her place. She didn't have to bother with the vermin, not really. Someone else had already taken care of it.

"Here you go, it's six pieces of copper in total." She pushed the blisters in the direction of the double-faced fox.

The blisters disappeared inside a bag when Brigette took them, she still looked a little misplaced. Six square pieces of copper were deposited in Sascha's expectant palm.

"Did you create them?"

It wasn't hard to figure out what she was referring to, was it? Too bad for you Brigitte! If you couldn't deal with the consequences, then you shouldn't have fought with the cook!

"Do not." A predatory smile curved Sascha's lips. "The Master made them."

Brigette's brown skin paled, it was evident from her reaction that she guessed what was to come. Sascha allowed herself a small moment of delight, she waited until the other came to the door to say.

"I already congratulated James, by the way." Brigette froze, the door was half-open. Sascha noticed the nervous look she gave to the outside and the people gathered there.

Ah! Someone didn't want to lose face!

"I have no idea what you are talking about." The look she shot Sascha was deadly, but beneath all of her bravado, her unease was evident.

Sascha arched an eyebrow and continued unchanging, projecting her voice to be heard several feet from the door.

"For the new member of the family, of course." Sascha faked a strange look and continued speaking. "It's amazing, don't you think? Victor has ... how long? he's been dead for eight months and he's still going to be a father. I sincerely hope the baby is born well. "

"Of course he will. Don't be a malagüero bird. "She pressed her lips together in a straight line, shooting fire from her eyes.

If looks could kill, she and she would be dead. Sascha secretly laughed, unfortunately after years of abuse at the hands of the Cornfields, she had developed some degree of immunity.

"Of course! Clear!" Sascha leaned against the counter and ordered her features to compose a worried expression. "It's just that your belly is so small for seven or eight months, I can't help but worry."

Suddenly an eerie silence covered the surroundings of the square. The villagers seemed frozen for a fraction of a minute as they considered all the implications and things unspoken in Sascha's words, Brigette was also aware of it and the sheer speculation filling the eyes of her neighbors.

In a fit of anger, the woman approached the counter, her face burning and her heart filled with hatred, Brigitte leaned closer to Sascha.

"If not for your bloody mana eyes and the previous Chief's ambitions, he would have been mine from the start. This is not over." Slamming the door, she left the pharmacy.

"I am very aware of both." She told no one in particular. If it was anyone else, Sascha would feel bad, after all, she had verbally abused a pregnant woman, but since it was Brigette herself who started such a senseless war, she simply struck back.

"You women are scary," Sheamus grunted from the doorway. "Do you think it was wise to provoke her?"

"Whether I provoke her or not, she won't leave me alone, why should she bother me?" He shrugged and watched as the villagers began to disperse to attend to their own lives.

At last.

The Old Man growled something, an insult to women in general and obsessive mad women in particular.

"Did you seriously cheat on the bastard?"

Sascha gave him a dangerous look. "So what if it was."

The old apothecary raised his hands in the universal gesture of peace.

"Nothing at all. I am team Sascha, no matter what. "

Sascha couldn't maintain the meager control with which he was bottling his emotions and exploded with loud laughter.

Team Sascha, huh? It was good to see that at least someone was on his side.