Hisha tilts his head, puzzled but curious as to where Vanas got such items.
After seeing the confused expressions of many people surrounding him, Vanas sighs exasperatedly. 'It can wait,' he thinks silently.
"My lord, these are gifts given to us by our allies during the war against the demons!" One of Vanas' guards explains excitedly.
The others turn towards the speaker, surprised they hadn't noticed earlier.
Seeing their reactions, Vanas lets out a small chuckle. The sound echoes off the walls causing those nearby to cringe nervously.
Vanas places his hand on the shoulder of the guard whose name escapes him momentarily. A smile appears on his lips as he recalls something amusing.
"Lady Alta would be pleased to see it, I assure you, my lord," Vanas states confidently while nodding reassuringly.
He glances briefly at Amon, still lying motionless on the floor.
Vanas nods encouragingly to the rest of the group.
They exchange nervous stares amongst themselves unsure whether to believe Vanas or not.
Kritz wraps them all up with his Sux and places them at the farthest corner of the hall.
Vanas gives a slight bow acknowledging the gesture.
Turning towards Amon, Vanas addresses him directly, "Amon? What brings you here today?"
Without waiting for an answer, Vanas moves closer to Amon, causing him to shrink backward instinctively.
[He's already making his move, host]
'As expected, so predictable.' Hisha grumbles internally.
Vanas reaches down grabbing hold of Amon's collar tightly enough to choke him.
At first, Amon tries desperately to free himself from Vanas' grasp. But soon realizes there was nothing he could have done even if he wanted to.
Looking at Hisha, Amon whimpers pitifully hoping someone might come to save him.
Hisha pinches the bridge of his nose trying hard to keep his composure.
This time, however, he fails miserably, unable to hide his amusement.
With a loud laugh, Lord Hisha turns to Kritz, "would you like to do the honors? Or shall we leave things to me instead?"
A wicked grin spreads across Kritz's face as he steps forth eagerly awaiting his chance to brutally manhandle anyone once more.
Hisha leans back in his chair enjoying every moment of this spectacle unfolding right under his very own roof.
In a whisper, he cautions Kritz, "don't kill him, he has a beautiful wife waiting back at his castle."
At first, Kritz was stunned by how knowledgeable his lord was on the subject matter but quickly regained his senses realizing who exactly he spoke to.
Giving a slight bow, he dashes straight for Vanas.
Whoosh!
Amon watches helplessly as Kritz's fist slams into Vanas' stomach, sending him flying backward several feet landing flat on his ass.
Everyone watching gasps in shock; no one ever saw that coming. Even though Vanas wasn't expecting any resistance whatsoever, he never imagined anyone being able to take him down quite so easily.
Vanas groans painfully clutching his abdomen. His body shakes violently as blood trickles between his fingers.
Noticing the commotion caused by Kritz hitting him, Amon slowly gets to his knees looking around frantically searching for a place to hide.
"How dare you hit our Count?" Another guard of Vanas shouts angrily, stepping forward ready to fight.
But just then another figure emerges from behind Vanas.
It's none other than Alta herself wearing her usual attire consisting of a black fitted deep v-cut dress that accentuates both her curves and slender frame. Her long black hair flows freely over her shoulders revealing delicate features. She looks stunning standing next to Vanas.
She looks stunning with her black wings fluttering gently above. She stands tall, proud and regal.
Her eyes lock upon each person individually giving them a stern glare letting them know the mistake made in causing a ruckus in the throne hall.
Alta glares menacingly at everyone present glaring daggers through each person she passes until finally arriving beside Kritz.
"Alta, you're here." Kritz jokes sarcastically.
His words cause Alta to look away slightly embarrassed, then her attention is drawn to Hisha.
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'Damn, how much I've missed that.' Hisha recalls with a smile.
However, before either party has a chance to say anything else, Vanas pushes himself upright using the wall to support his weight.
"I'm afraid your friend is going to need some help getting home," Alta says coldly staring deeply into Vanas' crimson orbs, then at the two guards that she had frozen in place from the mental trauma she has placed them in.
Vanas coughs loudly before spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"That was some punch!" He laughs nervously rubbing his bruised ribs.
Hisha claps his hands to get their attention, beckoning Alta to join him next to where he sits comfortably reclined in his luxurious seat.
[She always appears unexpectedly. Where do you think she might have been hiding during those times she hid her presence?]
'One of the perks of having a harem member that can fly,' Hisha thinks smugly. 'You don't really see it unless they want you to or are about to attack.'
The three men stand still not knowing what to expect. They were caught off-guard when Alta appeared suddenly without warning.
Alta rushes up the dias towards Hisha sitting proudly atop his high-backed gold chair. The room falls silent except for the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the large chamber. Everyone stares intently at the woman walking confidently toward Hisha.
When she arrives, she kneels gracefully beside Hisha and places her head respectfully onto his lap while gazing adoringly into his emerald green eyes.
Hisha smiles warmly, feeling comfortable holding such a lovely creature close to him, 'she's been a bit docile lately... I wonder why?'
He strokes her silky raven locks lovingly running his hand along her cheekbone softly brushing against her soft skin.
As much as he enjoys touching her, he knows better than to let others witness these intimate moments together.
Ahem!
Kritz let out a bright smile, took one look at Vanas, and retraced his path back to his place beside his lord.
Amon peeks cautiously from behind the curtains trying desperately to find an escape route. But there isn't anywhere left to run.
With nowhere to go, he decides to remain hidden hoping no one will notice him soon.
'If you're as stiff as a board, maybe someone won't realize you've moved!' A voice whispers inside his mind.
The two guards take four steps back, visibly shaken after witnessing the power displayed by this mysterious beauty who now knelt quietly before Lord Hisha.
They watch silently waiting patiently for instructions. Their faces were pale white under the harsh light shining brightly overhead illuminating every detail of the beautiful lady kneeling on the floor.
Their bodies tremble uncontrollably, unable to move even if ordered to leave immediately.
Both men stare blankly ahead, lost in thought wondering whether they should obey orders given by Count Vanas.
Vanas wipes his face and cleans the bloodied spit across his lips. "Leave! Don't make things worse for me..." His tone becomes more serious sounding concerned for his safety.
After seeing the strength possessed by Kritz, he realizes that any attempt to flee would be futile. Then there was the issue of Amon.
'Where is that vile little brat? If only I could catch him right now so easily.' Vanas sighs inwardly frustrated.
Right on cue, Amon slowly emerges from behind the curtain looking around suspiciously making sure nobody saw him sneak past.
Hisha tilts his head, staring at an oblivious Amon trying to sneakily hide something beneath his clothes and use the opportunity to run towards the slightly ajar door.
[Should we tell him?]
Hisha shakes his head with a smug smile, knowing that the Metae were going to act accordingly and lock the door.
Slam!
The door shuts loudly in Amon's face causing him to jump startled.
Then silence descends upon the room again leaving him speechless. Knowing there was no way he could escape their eyesight.
'They definitely heard that, they did! What do I do now?' He thinks in a panic.
His heart pounds rapidly beating wildly in fear. 'What am I supposed to do?! How did all of this happen!?'
Stiffly looking behind him, he gulps audibly realizing how exposed he truly felt standing alone in front of everyone.
Everyone avoids eye contact. No words are spoken but each person seems to know exactly what happened.
Vanas stands tall glaring angrily at Amon.