Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Scout
*Violet*
* It will be 2 days since our group and I left Arsiaga. The horses of death are almost indefatigable which allowed us to fly day and night without resting. Unlike most humans, Killicks cope better with fatigue and hunger. Going a week without eating is quite feasible for us and even more when the warrior is at the rank of expert but this is done at the risk of weakening us more and more. Like all living people, we need to feed ourselves properly to be fully effective when the time comes. Back I watched our boss who was standing back *.
-Hold.
* I handed her a fruit that I had gathered on an island that we had already passed. That said, she hardly paid any attention to me *.
-It seems your thing is out of date. Hello indigestion. * Answer her *.
-Come oooon you haven't eaten anything for days. * I insisted *.
-No I didn't want any, now break yourself.
-Tch you couldn't be friendlier?
- Drop Violet. * Said one of the warriors *. I remind you that she is our supervisor for this mission, she must have a lot of stuff to plan.
-Strategy, tactics, politics and a whole or bunch of ics stuff. So don't come distract me Violet. * Say her *.
* I sighed, stroking my blue hair and joined the other warrior in front. His name was Thorn, a tall guy with a faded face and a half-shaved beard. Having said that I'm sure she wasn't writing strategy, no she's a perfectionist she probably studied everything in detail in advance, what she was doing now were notes on the meteoric evolution by Dagur. Indeed its progression is much faster than what I imagined. I often had the opportunity to train him during my months off and I must say that his speed and reflexes have nothing in common. I guess it's a good point I thought to stroke it in the direction of the hair so that it evolves. There is also the purity of his blood, for I do not know what reason the bugs transformed by his blood do not have demonic allures like ours although they remain monstrous all the same. On the other hand, his handling of Efrat is unstable and he still cannot control it perfectly, hence the mixed color of his hair. The selection is in 2 days I hope for him that he will manage to fix his problem by then *.
- That said his mother doesn't seem relatively worried and even seems very calm about it. *I said*. His magic weapon control is also worthy ...
- Are you going to stop talking in my ears? * yell Thorn *. I'm trying not to die of fatigue since I haven't eaten anything for two days.
- Do you want me to give you my fruit?
-I...
* He hesitated a moment then snatched it from my hands and swallowed it with a single fang *.
-What a serious fat pig.
- I have the slab, you know that.
* That said it wasn't just Seph standing back. Right in front of me on a white horse was one of us. He had covered his head with the hood of his cape and was wearing an animal skin coat. Since the start of the trip he had not said a single word *.
- It's unfair what's happening to him. * Thorn told me *.
-He tried to attack a member of the royal family of Adrun after losing control of his Efrat. We can't get over it.
- Unbelievable since his control is insane. However, his mother could not digest it and decided to deny it. She had other children after him but none that she recognized as her own. At least until the arrival of this stranger. I don't know if he's stronger than Nova or what's more amazing, but I hope he is as well.
* Do everything as well? As if we didn't have enough of a monster in our army. Rumors about Dagur were rife with his arrival. Sephora is a scientist and a fickle woman who has had a lot of men in her life. Not to mention her questionable sexual tastes. Some say that Dagur is the child of a slave, others that his father is a lower rank warrior who is unaware that he has a son. Others that it is a dragon or a demonic beast created by his blood. Jealousy never ceases to breed rumors. That said, I who rubbed shoulders with him, I can label him this little one is a pure Killick *.
-We have arrived. * Said Kord *.
-HOURRAAA.
* What I heard there was the cries of the soldiers of Adrun who were welcoming up to welcome our coming. It was rare to receive this kind of welcome but it was understandable given their situation. Their camp was located on the shore where many ships could be seen stretching out in the distance. It was easy for 50,000 men there in front and probably more behind. Our horses landed in the yard of the main camp. As soon as we set foot on the ground, they threw themselves on the other human horses and devoured them savagely. I laughed at this spectacle as the human soldiers were terrified to see this act of cannibalism *.
-Your horse has as much slab as you Thorn. * I say laughing *.
-Usually they have animals to feed the horses. Where are they ? * He asked *.
-The boat carrying them capsized during a storm. * Said a voice *.
* We turned around and saw a man in shiny armor join us. To see his face he seemed in his forties or more. It's a shame that humans age so quickly. In addition he has no beard *.
-I am Commander Argus one of the aide-camps of our general, Prince Emvis.
- Take us to the prince. * Said Sephora *.
-Of course, please follow me.
* We followed him in silence while our horses who had finished feeding roared. The soldiers watching us through the camp were all frightened by our presence and it was understandable. Despite our hoods and the fact that they could not see our faces, they were still intimidating. We finally arrived in the tent where the prince was. Everyone took off their hoods and bowed to the prince *.
- Let's get up, I don't intend to waste time on formality.
* We got up and he walked over to the only one who hadn't removed his hood before hugging him *.
- Glad to know you are with us my friend.
* He nodded and the prince returned to the table where the strategy mockup was located *.
- Leave us. * Sephora ordered *.
* We then headed for the exit but she added *.
- Except you Violet you realize it well. * She said sarcastic *.
-I'm coming. * I say sighing *.
* Prince Emvis, still handsome and his beard makes him even more manly. I'd like to see him in armor but today he only wore a casual black shirt and navy pants over his sandals. He had a sense of chic despite the war, too bad he was Sephora's slave *.
- Okay, let's start the briefing. * Said Seph *.
-Argus. * Said the prince *.
-This is the situation. We have been coveting the city of Solon for a year now, which occupies a strategic position in the Rilm Strait. Last year we sent a team of 5 Killicks, all medium warriors. They were massacred and the bodies were not returned to us.
-What team did you send? * Sephora asked *.
-Alaba team * Said the prince *.
-Alaba failed ?! * Say I amazed *.
-Keep on going. * Said Seph calm *.
-We sent a second team but it had an expert rank warrior in its ranks. She also failed.
-An expert ? You don't care ...
- Watch your language in the presence of the prince. * Sephora told me *.
-Oops sorry.
-Which makes 15 Killicks corpses on the other side of the walls. * Said the prince *. This is why we have asked to be supported by a team of elite warriors. But looking at the color of your hair you are more of an expert.
-Know that every Killick on earth is an elite warrior. * Sephora retorted a bit angry *.
-I have no doubt about it. * Said Argus *. But so far your savage army has not been very productive.
-Argus show a little respect to our companions. I remind you that we are going to have to fight alongside them.
-Yes my prince I apologize. * He said bowing *. Having said that, I'm curious how your group would be different.
* Sephora motioned for me to approach then whispered something in my ear. I then turned to Argus and all of a sudden my skin began to thin out until it turned white. My dark blue hair grew darker and darker and then I turned it blonde. To see the surprised face of the prince and his commander I imagine *.
-You'll be wrong to believe that the Killics are just thick bullies. * I tell them *. We are also well versed in the art of war.
-We will proceed differently from the previous groups. * Said Sephora *. Needless to say, this ability is a capital secret.
-It's clear. Very clear. * Said Argus still shocked *.
-With that, Violet. You know your job.
* Obviously I know. I'm a scout and my job is to gather intelligence on my target. Strength, weakness, number of guards to winnable loot, all of this must be accurately reported. Most of the scouts are women because the men rarely have time to wait when the job requires patience. I left the tent in my normal appearance and walked around the camp. At the exit I saw Nova leaning against a tree hooded under his coat. I picked up an apple and placed it at his feet *.
-Eat little bird. Because soon we will need your wings like never before.
* I admire Sephora very much. Not because of her incredible strength but because of her perfectionist nature. She was the best warrior of her time today, she is the best cleaner and if necessary the best scout and the best supervisor. She taught me everything and I owe her everything. So just like my idol I would do my job perfectly *.
-Good, duty calls me.
* End of chapter *
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