Chapter 8: Chapter 8

John Mendeville's youngest son, Michel Pantiel was found and captured. The three dark elves, with impassive faces, led him on, poking and prodding him in the back with the flat side of their blades, and when they reached the stairs, he jerked and received a particularly hard blow, and, with a piglike screech, he tumbled backward, counting the steps with his head, until he fell to the ground at our feet.

'Here comes Woopsen.' - Groaning on its back, the creature, dragging its toasty arms and legs, could not be called anything else. Short, greasy hair that in its purest form should be blond, a face that looked like an ugly baby. And all this was seasoned with equally shabby clothes-pants with purple and white stripes, ridiculous high-heeled boots, and, finally, a weirdly designed sweater that covered only part of his chest and revealed a view of his huge, as if pregnant, belly. His belly was almost perfectly round, like a balloon, and stood out noticeably. Perhaps it was even something to be proud of.

In general, expensive and rich, but completely tasteless, as it is customary with the majors who have nothing else to brag about but money.

Little piggy eyes looked at me with horror, ugly even tried to crawl back, but the beaten organs did not allow him to move normally. The girls didn't leave much of a mark on him at all, having had a good time. The shithead's whole face was one big hematoma, blood and snot from a broken nose splattered all over his lips, neck, and chest, his arms broken, and his head bleeding in two places.

- You--who the hell are you?! - And yet, he had the nerve to push his buttons, even in his condition.

I did not answer, instead observing the servant girls and the two that the soldiers were now taking outside. The latter had short red hair and brown eyes.

Just like Maya...

We've got another secret admirer!

"You're quite the foodie, aren't you?" - I was looking at the pig, and I deliberately glared at him, which made his legs shake. - You like redheads. And food.

"Kha... what... are you... talking about..." - Is that an outrage? he seems to be really worried about his physicality. - "my father..."

"Can go fuck himself" - I interrupt him halfway through, not wanting to hear any more promises of terrible punishment. - "Anyway, I don't think he'd be too disappointed to hear you're dead, though. A useless piece of meat like you is a disappointment to any parent."

"Sir." - The captain of the fighters from Pheo came up to me. - "We've checked every corner, there's no one else in the building."

"Good." - I nod to the warrior and point my hand toward the hostages. - "We'll stay here for a while, you take the civilians to safety and wait for us in the barracks."

"Yes, sir." - Pounding his armored fist into his chest, the man turns on his toes and walks away. The soldiers standing nearby, themselves having heard my order, begin to rapidly execute it, and soon only we are left inside with the dark elves and the white-haired wretch.

"Girls, make sure no one disturbs us." - Turning to Delva, I asked. She nodded as if she'd understood the situation correctly and gestured for them to leave. They would let no one inside as long as there was vengeance to be exacted.

"Well, then... Pchik-pchok. Time for the children to pay for the sins of their fathers." - I said, stepping back next to Chloe. - "Have fun."

I step back against the wall and, with my back against it and my arms folded across my chest, prepare to watch the spectacle.

Chloe drew her knife from its sheath and with a predatory gait sailed over to Michel lying on the floor. When she squatted beside him, lovingly stroking the sharpened blade, he shook with all his body, feeling the imminent death, and made another desperate attempt to crawl away, but weakness in his legs and broken arms chained him firmly to one place.

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"Do you know who I am?" - The elf-woman leaned dangerously toward the fat man, staring into his horror-stricken face. - "Your father once used me like a cheap toy, and threw me away, expecting me to die in agony."

"No, please, I'm willing to pay." - Oh, the bargaining stage. Even got the words right, despite his knocked-out teeth. He's trying.

"Of course you'll pay." - The blonde stabbed the blade into the future corpse's thick thigh in one sharp motion, eliciting a high-pitched squeal.

"For every day."

Slowly, enjoying every second of her victim's agony, she twisted the blade inside the wound, widening it and allowing the blood to gush out in jerks.

"For every moment."

Pulling the knife out, the girl inflicted a mass of small wounds all over his body, deliberately bypassing his stomach, preferring to leave it for last. Michel wasn't screaming by this point, but howling incoherently, rolling his eyes in painful shock. Judging by the smell, he was also pissing and shitting himself.

"Turned to hell." - Chloe decided to end the execution with my gun, slowly putting the barrel of the shotgun to the belly of the victim and clanking the bolt.

"By you."

The first shot turned the stomach into a mess of guts and blood, and the second left only a couple of flaps of skin in place of the head, scattering brains and bones all over the floor.

[It was spectacular.] - With a smirk, I watch the performance come to an end.

[But useless. It's not wise to waste ammunition on biotrash.] - Martha responded in her own way, complaining about the illogic of Chloe's action.

[Soul health is more important.] - Covering my eyes, I answer my assistant and carefully approach the blond elf, hugging her from the back. - "How are you?"

The dark elf stood, covering her eyes and recovering her breath. She had put too much into those two shots. The past did not want to let her go, and killing the son of her personal enemy would not satisfy that thirst for vengeance.

Feeling my hands, the girl began to relax, slumping her shoulders and leaning against my chest.

"Let's get out." - Finally, having calmed down, Chloe twitched her shoulders, freeing herself from the embrace, and then, taking my hand, pulled me to the exit. - "It stinks in here."

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