Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Rondelle stretched across the lush grassland of Eastern Steppe and was undoubtedly one of Endolia’s greatest cities. Its colossal walls were touted as the strongest ever built while the modern architecture within showed signs of its youthfulness.

The Great War had seen the City of Scholars crumpled to the ground. It was the first to fall when the demons marched from Veszek thirty years ago. Overran and pillaged until only rubbles and corpses remained of the once beautiful city.

Centuries of knowledge was lost forever along with countless lives. Though it might have been wise to move the city elsewhere, the Government decided against it. Instead, the rebuild focused on fortifying the city's weak defenses to ensure it would never fall again.

A show of defiance toward the demons.

Merille marveled at the enormous, ivory building of the Grand Library. The pentagon-shaped building took up nearly a fifth of the city, forming the central region and housing an unfathomable amount of books, tomes, scrolls and all sorts of valuable manuscripts.

Though the library was a fascinating sight and she wished to visit it one day, her business lay in the west. She pulled her gaze away and turned down a street bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. After a few minutes of walking, she emerged into the Commercial Sector.

The trip from Faircross had taken a full day, which left her with little time to plan. She still had to wear the tiny breastplate since Cedrick tore up her last bandeau. But the last pair of spare pants and panties provided significantly more warmth and comfort than the sodden shorts.

The towering merc tried talking her out of coming here when she returned to pack her things. But it would take more than words to change her mind. Kurt had threatened the lives of innocent woman and child to have her, so she planned to fulfill his wish herself.

With a little surprise of her own, of course.

Street lamps slowly glowed, filling the thoroughfare with pale yellow light as darkness fell. Massive buildings with tall walls and large gates loomed like man-made mountains in the afterhours. Workers had gone home and left this part of the city mostly empty.

However, instead of shutting down for the day, Steele Shipping remained bustling with activities. Night-shifts were common for a shipping company. Some delicate goods could not wait all night with going bad and expedited items needed to arrive at their recipients on time.

That would have been the case if Steele Shipping was an ordinary company. She doubted the crates they shifted out tonight were anything but Lilac.

Anger boiled in her chest at the thought of Kurt involving innocent people in their quarrel. She did not expect him to have any honor but she also did not think he would use such a cowardly scheme to force Todd’s hands.

The underhanded tactic aside, she could not understand why he would not just kill her off. There was no reason to go through such an elaborate plan just to get rid of her. With the wealth and power he possessed, the drug lord could easily send men to ambush her in Faircross.

What’s the play here, Kurt? Why do you want me alive? she thought as she slipped inside the shadows of a building on the opposite side of Steele Shipping.

Two burly men stood guard at the entrance, equipped with weapons and armor far too heavy for this line of work. A few more patrolled the parameter in tight intervals. With this much security, she would guess there were even more guards stationed within.

There were several buildings inside the tall, barbed walls and, without learning the layout of the warehouse, she would never know where Todd’s wife and child were held captive. Not to mention finding Kurt himself.

Sneaking inside without a proper plan was definitely suicidal. She had learned that lesson the hard way with the Diamond Dagger and she would not dare repeat the same mistake. Getting captured this time would certainly mean the end for her.

If Todd did not exaggerate, Kurt employed enough men to even take down a demon. Though she was exceptional in her combat abilities, she could never defeat thirty men without taking substantial damages herself.

I’ll have to make them talk somehow. Her mind instantly returned to the job broker and his torture.

Merille groaned softly, feeling a surge of heat in her core. Though the lust had nearly faded after a day of travel, the yearning for release still lingered. She would also need to take care of it before going into the warehouse.

Maybe fucking them might work better than threatening their lives. The idea flashed into her mind as she watched the men with longing.

It was a sound plan. She could extract the essential information needed while sating her needs along the way. But a part of her hated it. Though she had no problem spreading her legs for those revulsive drunks, willing having sex with these men felt wrong.

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They worked for Kurt and helped distribute drugs that ruined countless lives. They did not deserve a taste of pleasure. People like them should only taste agony and pain for the deaths and destruction they had indirectly committed.

It’s only a means to an end. Don’t overthink it! Once Kurt is dead, you can go after them one-by-one, she thought, unable to shake the idea now that it had triggered her yearning.

She blew out a breath and settled into the deepening darkness. The sun had completely disappeared from the horizon, leaving the street lamps as the only source of illumination. Sound of moving crates and chatters echoed across the thoroughfare over dead silence of the night.

Upon further contemplation, the petite merc could not deny that the plan to gather information through pleasure would work much better. The men would not think back to a whore they fucked even if they let slip a few crucial details of the warehouse.

On the contrary, if a few of them were beat up or went missing the next day, it would undoubtedly alert the drug lord of a threat. He might think of her at first, but he would surely tighten his security and make it even harder to break in.

It’s only sex!

Light footsteps drew her attention toward the other end of the alley. The petite merc turned toward the other opening just as a cloaked figure slipped in. Soundlessly, she pulled the dagger free and stalked down the lightless path.

Compared to the newcomer, her eyes had longer time to adjust and allowed her to see faint movement in complete darkness. She reached her free hand out to feel for any obstacle as the distance between them grew closer with every passing second.

But just before the shadowy shape came within her reach, Merille struck a glass bottle with her foot and caused it to clatter loudly across the ground before shattering against the wall.

The cloaked figure halted immediately, gasping. Silent fell for a brief moment that felt like several minutes. The stranger spun and dashed in the opposite direction. She snarled and rushed after the figure, cursing at her bad luck.

The black shape bounced from one wall to the other before lumbering out into the light. Gray cloak billowed when the figure skidded on the cobbles and turned sharply to the left, disappearing behind the corner.

Merille picked up her pace. She could not let the stranger get away. Even if the person had nothing to do with Kurt, someone who snuck toward this warehouse after nightfall would likely have something she could use to her advantage.

She darted out of the alley into an empty street before forcefully reorienting herself to turn left. Then gasped when the cloaked figure appeared behind the corner with a wooden rod in hands.

The stranger swung down at her but the petite merc lurched back just in time and barely avoided the blow. She snarled and lunged as the cloaked figure wound up for another strike. 

However, the movement was slow and full of openings. She easily sidestepped the swing before catching the rod and throwing her assailant off the ground.

The figure shrieked, tumbling helplessly. The hood flew back when the stranger struck the cobbles to reveal a young woman with long blond hair and blue eyes. Her round, black-rimmed glasses lurched from her face upon impact before hanging awkwardly on her face.

Merille leaped atop the dazed stranger and seized her throat in one hand. Her dagger glinted yellow as she pressed the cold steel against the other woman's chin.

“Wait wait wait! Don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything!” the blonde shrieked, lifting both hands to the side of her head in surrender.

“Who are you?!” she growled.

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