Chapter 84: The Mistress
Blue mist flowing out his mouth like cigarette smoke, his eyes glowed a dazzling azure colour as he made his first move.
Yet, instead of charging forward towards the woman masquerading as a nondescript man, his left hand swings his Crying Night spear in a wide berth behind himself, shockingly coming to clash with several vague shapes. These vague shapes came into clear view once Crying Night had made a full arc, piercing through each of every one of these shapes that were swiftly revealed to be three of the 'Hidden' Magician Silva Mona's clones.
Knowing from previous instances, Alexander chose to retreat with a single step, arriving several meters from his previous standing point just in time to avoid the explosion of the three clones.
"You think too lowly of me if you think you can creep up behind me, Hidden!" Alexander sneered in the general direction of the Silva Mona clones which have begun to move once more, all taking wide berth's at his general direction.
Suddenly, Alexander's eyes narrowed in deep concentration and his head shot downward's to face the leaf bellow him of which he is situated upon. A second later, he was leaping into the air, his aura encompassing him as he took flight. Just missing the sole's of his feet by a second were several Silva Mona clone's as they ripped apart the leaf beneath his feet. Luckily, his senses were on high alert and had long detected the shady tactics of this foe.
Brandishing his Crying Night, he sent a wave of frosty wind crashing into those clones with a simple swing of his spear. Those clones were immediately ripped apart and frozen to their core, unable to even explode their remains. Alexander took particular note of this as he continued his battle with 'Hidden'.
Clash!
Bang!
One clone after another brandished their lifeless yet powerful bodies to strike at him, yet Alexander knocked one down after another in return. The constant sound of crying rang out in the night air with every swing of his spear, giving one the impression of a phantom, its cry horrifying and heart wrenching.
Suddenly, Alexander detected a terrifying danger behind him and didn't hesitate to dash several meters and swiftly manoeuvred to face whatever had threatened him so. Surprisingly, this massive threat was only one singular needle. But with Alexander's keen sight, he noticed that a potent liquid substance at the tip of those needles that sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't know what exactly what type of poison it was, but he felt it wouldn't have been pretty if he were struck by it. That's for sure.
His eyes then narrow on the perpetrator of this sneak attack, which happened to by the disguised woman who held one of her hands out in the aftermath of her throw, hanging lazily in the air, matching the lazy smirk on her lips.
It was then that Alexander suddenly felt his heart beat loudly in his ears and his vision shake, as if he were deeply intoxicated for that small moment of a second before things returned to normal. This shaky vision happened with every ear shattering heartbeat, sending him into disarray.
Alexander clenched his teeth and shakily peaked over his shoulder to face the eyes of the disguised woman once more. Looking back to the spot where she was earlier, he also saw the disguised woman there also. Everything clicked in his mind instantly.
"Did you think that Silva Mona can only clone himself. Foolish thinking." The disguised woman's husky voice sounded in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine as another spasm of pain hit him. "Goodnight, sunshine."
"Suns-?" Alexander's eyes opened wide at that curious phrase but turned dull and lifeless the next second when a quick and smooth strike to the back of his neck sent him unconscious instantly mid-sentence. Before he fell from the sky, the disguised woman caught him be the collar of his shirt and held him up like a puppet with no strings.
"He doesn't make my job easy does he. These Wilderwolf boys, so tenacious." The disguised woman sighed and huffed. "Then again, they always did have one-tracked mind. Easily tricked. Only... Give them any chance and given enough time, they'll always find ways to surprise you..."
"Mistress..." A Silva Mona clone swept close to the two in the air, his voice speaking hesitantly as his eyes move from his mistress to the unconscious form of Alexander.
"Speak your mind, boy." The woman entitled Mistress's eyes bore down on Silva Mona, shaking his usually confident demeanour. "No need to hold back your words."
"Then, I won't hold any pretences. Why don't we just kill him. In fact, why don't we just kill every single one of them here right now." Silva Mona spoke, a bite to his tone.
"Idiot!" His Mistress scolded him harshly. "So we can kill every single one of them in this Thistle Forest. But what after. Right now, we are already highly pressured with the Wilderwolf families investigation into our matters. How do you think they'll act upon the death of a member of their family, especially the head of their family. They would most definitely pull all their resources into hunting us down. We are nowhere near ready to challenge the might of such a big clan. For now, my much waited revenge will have to wait, silly boy."
Upon those final words, her tone changed from a chilly coldness to a strange warmth that contrasted greatly with her previous character as she looked warmly into Silva Mona's eyes.
"En, this son understands." Silva Mona bowed, though he still seemed reluctant.
"Don't worry, your mother will pay them all back for their wrongs against us..." Once again, the Mistress' eyes turned frighteningly cold at her next words. "...Especially him!..."
"Mistress, I feel that we should head off, my clones are running out of power and need to be recharged." The Silva Mona clone informed.
"Already?" The Mistress huffed. "Its only been half a day."
"..." Silva Mona felt speechless. His clones were a breakthrough in Rune construction. Before, his peers in Heavenly Claw World hat struggled to create one Rune Clone and maintain it for an hour, let alone himself who has created hundreds who can maintain themselves for several hours. But, being a filial son, he shook off this dagger to his heart and merely sighed internally at his mother. Old people were so out of touch!
"Alright then son, let head off." The mistress agreed to leave.
Placing Alexander down on the leaf of a Rising Earth Thistle, the now only a few dozen Silva Mona clones and the mysterious Mistress flew off into the distance, escaping the range of the Rune preventing them from using Space and Void teleportation and finally used a Void Teleportation scroll to leave Thistle Forest.
Just before following Silva Mona into the confines of the darkness of the Void Portal, the woman called Mistress dug her sleek fingers into her forehead and peeled back a layer of fake skin, revealing a small portion of her wrinkly aged skin and her previously dull brown eyes lit into a bright, luminous green as her sight reached into the far distance. Her eyes studied the unconscious features of Alexander as a surprisingly sullen emotion flashed in her eyes for the briefest of emotions, only for her to close them instantly and let out a deep breath. When they opened again, her eyes eyes turned steely as a feeling of wrath and anger overtook them. With a final "humph!", she entered the Void Portal which dissipated out of existence a second after.
Chapter 85: Aftermath
"..."
Andria woke up in a blur. Her eyelids felt heavy, causing her to only see a blurred darkness. Her limbs ached and her head was abuzz with pain. She heard the faint mutterings of people around her, but their voices came in warped, impossible for her to understand any of their words.
Finally, she felt her mouth being pried open gently and a comfortingly warm liquid being softly poured into my parched mouth. Not only did this quench my thirst, but she also felt a energising warmth spread from her fingertips to her little toes.
Though she still felt incredibly bogged down and hazy, Andria finally found the strength to pry open her lazy eyes, her violet eyes finally in view to the people around her.
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Lexa could finally let out the breath she had been holding onto for the last several moments. She was finally awake!
"Andria, how are you feeling?!" Lexa immediately asked, her greenish-red eyes boring into her violet eyes worriedly. She was situated on her side, her not-so-little anymore paws on her partner's fluctuating chest as the little girl breaths in greedily for air.
"Young Miss. Are you okay?" A few of the Wilderwolf soldier's were also kneeling by her side, a weary look on their faces as they look with feeling of guilt and pity.
"Heh-I'm okay now." Despite her dire state, Andria actually managed a smile, as unconvincing as it was. A second later, she was attempting to pry herself up through the use of her two elbows, only to have a hand grasp her shoulder as stop her from doing so.
"You should prevent from sitting up too soon. You are still in need of medical attention and any movement could exasperate the process." A kind looking Wilderwolf soldier spoke with soft words, coaxing her successfully as she finally nodded in agreed and laid herself back down with a defeated sigh.
As some of the more medically inclined personal of the Wilderwolf Soldier's attended to Andria, Lexa lifted her head from watching on that scene for a moment as she looked into the distant forest.
She was not the only one to do so, as several others around them also peaked in that direction, all wearing wear looks that were complex and hard to read. Anxiety, worry, hope were only some of the several emotions that could be read on their hardened features.
All activity in the distant forest had ceased. Where previously there were several vibrations rumbling beneath their feet like an earthquake and the oppressive feeling of a power source of several points of aura, there were now only fleeting amounts of aura on display. Ultimately, with the senses of the people here, none could ascertain the nature of the results of the conflict which had reached over half-an-hour in length.
"Its over?" A Wilderwolf Soldier questioned.
"Should we head over?" Another asked.
"We should wait a moment." The leader decided quickly. "He'd return on his own if he won... Otherwise..."
The tone around them chilled at those final words. A gloomy mood hung in the air, increasing by every passing second until finally over five minutes had passed. By this time, the look in everyone's eyes could not be called good, lips were curved into deep frowns and eyes were slanted in worry.
'Could... Something bad have happened to Alexander?...' Lexa could hardly believe this to be the truth, especially after having have seen him take out all those bandits earlier so effortlessly and cleanly. In her eyes, there had never been someone as strong as Alexander, and to think something could have defeated him... Well that was a truly frightening prospect, especially when these opponents were destined to be her opponents.
Her silver hair stood on end as her anxiety increased with every beat of her agitated heart. All of the pain she had suffered numb to her at this point as she waited, not forgetting to reassure Andria who had also grown incredibly worried. She was too young to properly hold back her emotions, especially one of grief and anxiety.
"Wh-Where's Daddy... I want Daddy!!" Rejuvenated by the potions she had been fed, the moisture in her eyes had returned and tears began to flow freely down her red cheeks once more and her little fists grabbed fiercely onto the nearest soldier's trousers as she demanded of him to answer her.
The Wilderwolf Soldier who had been grabbed could only let out a sad smile and plead with his eyes for someone else to help him. He had never been trained in how to deal with such a delicate situation, he dared not to act rashly less he aggravate the already tense situation.
"Andria, you need to calm down. You need to believe in your father!" Lexa leapt nimbly onto one of Andria's outstretched hands and spoke to her frantic partner directly into her violet eyes.
"Sniff... B-but da..." Andria mumbled between a stream of tears, though she eventually released her grip on the poor Wilderwolf soldier, who promptly took a good two steps backwards and brushed himself off with a wry smile.
Suddenly there was a commotion, as several noises of exclamations escaped the lips of several of the Wilderwolf Soldier's, especially those at the outer layer of their gathering.
With a weary glance, Lexa peaked behind her stiff shoulder's and her eyes darted towards the source of the commotion instantly.
Lexa breathed out in a long relieved sigh, one she hadn't even realised she had been holding in this whole time.
Alexander stumbled forward, his legs struggling to keep hold his weight. Beyond looking a little haggard, he seemed mostly unharmed; only, his struggle to walk a straight line coherently and the slight look of pain lighting his features every other second portrayed otherwise.
"Daddy!" Andria was the first to find her voice as she called out worriedly.
"I'm okay. I'm just tired Little An" Alexander broke out in a dazzling smile before stumbling once more, but was thankfully caught by one of his soldier's, who followed this action by snaking his arm under Alexander's armpit and reached around his waist to help hold him up.
After a quick thanks, Alexander now stumbled over to Andria and placed his comforting hand on her head, ruffling the now short blond hair as he put on his most warm smile as he reassured her. "Its over. We're all safe now."
"Really?!" Andria cried out in delight, leaning into her father's hand. "All the baddies are gone?"
Lexa noticed a flash of a complex emotion passing through Alexander's eyes beyond his glasses before he answered. "They're gone."
'They're gone... But are whoever was behind this dead...' Lexa had a feeling things weren't all as well as Alexander made things out to be. But Lexa didn't fault him for this, as it was clear to everyone that what Andria needed right now was reassurance. She was only a small girl after all, she had already dealt with more pain than one should expect of such a young child to be able to suffer and still hold a semblance of sanity. At this thought, Lexa couldn't hold back a feeling of reassurance that she had made the right choice in entering a contract with her. Her potential for greatness was definitely beyond her peers.
But potential was only potential, and there was no way a four year old couldn't go through what she did without breaking down...
"Waaah!!" Despite all of Alexander's reassurances, Andria suddenly fell to her knees and bursted into a loud crying fit.
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