To make matters creepier, the creature’s body kept turning from what looked like flesh and blood into living shadows, yet his eyes were pitch black instead of red.
Whatever it was, the creature was neither an Emperor Beast nor an undead.
"I’m sorry for my unsightly appearance, but I can assure you I mean you no harm. I’m still getting used to this new form of mine. My name is Nandi and I was sent to rescue you." The pata emitted a sizzling sound that made the Eldritch Abomination curse.
Nandi had lost control of the Chaos energy coursing through his body that was now devouring his prized weapon and forcing him to take it off before it was too late.
The fact that they were still alive reassured Quylla and Friya of his sincerity. They quickly thanked him and rushed to heal their sister. Phloria had sustained wounds so deep that there was a pool of blood at her feet.
Yet when Quylla finished chanting her diagnostic spell, it revealed that Phloria’s body was as fit as a fiddle. Quylla only found minor injuries that barely bled and even Phloria’s vitality was higher than her own.
"How did you do it? I thought you had been critically injured." Quylla asked.
"I don’t know." Phloria replied. "One moment my body felt like it was falling apart and the next I was full of energy again. Don’t ask me how I killed that Ghoul because I have no idea."
Once Quylla’s arrays confirmed to her that there was no longer a threat to their lives, it was time for some answers.
"What are you doing here and what took you so long to help us?" Quylla asked Morok who was actually hoping for an adrenaline-induced romance rather than an interrogation.
"I’m not a stalker, I was just doing my job." He put his hand over his heart as if he was swearing on it. "I’ve tried to get in touch with you several times after Kulah, but your house staff always stopped me saying that you don’t want guests."
Quylla nodded for him to continue. So far, he was telling the truth. She did instruct both the academy and the Ernas staff to make sure no one outside her contact list bothered her.
"Then, after the Blood Judgment thing, your mother reached to me and offered me a job. She promised me that if I kept your sister safe, she would introduce you to me again and we would go out on a date." Morok said while pointing at Phloria.
"She did what?" Quylla would have liked to refuse the idea that her own mother had sold her to pursue an agenda.
Yet it was exactly what she knew that Jirni would do. After retiring from the army, Morok had got his title of Baron with its attached lands, lots of wealth, and responsibilities.
Of course, it had taken him just a few months to get bored to death, ditch the lands and responsibilities, and get back to work as a mercenary. After reading his resume, Jirni knew he was the perfect man for the job.
Morok was powerful, capable to live in the wilds for prolonged periods of time on his own, and most of all, he was expendable. His life was worthless in the scheme of things and his infatuation with her daughter made him easily exploitable. frёewebηovel.cѳm
"I know. I would have preferred to protect you so that we could know each other over time, but Lady Ernas was adamant in her instructions. As for me being late, do you have any idea how many of those creeps were following you?
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