'Wait, no. Maybe someone visited her and had a drink? But who would visit her and not clean up... Unless.' Suddenly, a certain flame filled with fury burned inside Silas' heart.
The idea that she might have been taken advantage of made his heart ache slightly, yet it only made his anger burn, but not nearly to the same intensity as when he had heard about his family.
"Nymira... Has anyone visited you recently?" Silas asked with a cold and emotionless tone.
"Like you care." She sneered and lay on one of the couches.
"Answer my question," Silas asked again, this time with a little bit of killing intent coming out when he spoke those words.
"Yes." She answered with a shrug.
"Who?" Silas increased the mana going toward his mystic eyes and began to look around the neighborhood to see if anyone would fit the description she would give.
"They're in the back. Training room." She waved Silas off and turned around again to face the inside of the couch as if she was trying to sleep.
Silas' eyes turned toward the training room, however, when he looked inside, he couldn't see anyone inside.
'No mana signature, life force, or anything. Maybe they're an assassin capable of cloaking themselves? I killed a few of those back in the misty forest, so I know how to spot them... Or maybe she lied to me?' Narrowing his eyes, Silas grabbed both of his axes from his back and began to walk toward the training room.
'If there really is someone in the back, I'll kill them before they can even-'
Without wasting a second, Silas opened the sliding doors to the training room, however, what he saw made him raise a brow.
Well, it would have made anyone else puke, but Silas had seen a lot worse when he was on Earth.
Corpses...
There were corpses laid everywhere.
Some of them were rotting, but the rest were completely fine despite looking like they might have been dead for weeks.
Silas couldn't see any maggots within their bodies, but he could tell that the first few were eaten by some kind of insect for a short while.
'This place is quite cold. They would most likely not decompose for a while in here. With no insects around, they could survive for a significantly long time... 6 months maybe?
Though, people are more likely to smell them before that happens. The wooden floorboards, despite being reinforced with runes and mana, will most likely deteriorate soon too. I can see that they're beginning to-'
Before Silas could finish his thoughts, he felt a low vibration going through the floorboards and entering his feet.
'Ah... I see.' Silas thought before turning around and catching a flying sword between the tips of his fingers as it shot toward his neck.
However, he had seen this attack before.
Taking a step back, Silas avoided a punch to the temple, as well as several different kicks by stepping to the side right before they could hit him.
Throwing the sword to the side, Silas blocked another incoming kick with his forearm, however, just when he did that, he watched Nymira jump into the air and reel her head back.
'Huh...' Silas couldn't help but raise a brow, but he quickly understood what was happening.
With a slight smirk, Silas reeled his head back slightly as well before shooting it forward and slamming into the incoming headbutt.
Nymira felt a searing pain coming from her forehead as she shot through her living room and slammed the front door.
"Never really thought of you as being a serial killer." Silas chuckled as he walked toward her with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
However, when he looked her at, he could help but notice that there was panic and fear in her eyes.
"D-Don't touch me!" She screamed before taking out two daggers.
At the same time, she pivoted off her right foot and shot toward one of the walls before bouncing in between each wall.
"Good in close-quarters combat..." Silas noted to himself while ducking down to dodge the dagger.
*Swoosh*
*Swoosh*
Both daggers ripped through the air and appeared in front of Silas in an instant.
He quickly dodged the first one by simply taking a step back, but since the second one was a stab, he stepped to the side, allowing the knife to pass by him while her momentum carried her forward.
Seeing that she had been caught in a trap, Nymira instantly let go of the knife and tried to duck lower, yet in the end, she was a child, and therefore her strategy was bound to be naive.
When she tried to drop to the ground, she saw Silas' foot coming toward her abdomen, yet she was too late to react and dodge in time, so she did the second-best thing.
She moved all the toki around her body to the exact place Silas was about to hit her before tucking her arms and legs close to her abdomen to block the kick.
However, Silas was too quick, and in the end, far too strong for her to block.
The kick zoomed faster than she could block, and when he had finally reached her abdomen, he relegated the strength of his kick to simply incapacitate her for a few minutes.
When the kick slammed into her stomach, she felt the air leave her lungs before quickly losing the ability to breathe properly.
She flew to the other end of the room and slammed against the wall before eventually falling to the ground where she lay with her hands wrapped around her abdomen.
"You've gotten a lot stronger," Silas commented as he walked toward her and crouched right next to Nymira to look her in the face.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed you to calm down a little." Silas tried to reach for her, but her eyes quickly opened, and as if the pain had suddenly disappeared, she tried her best to jump away from his before eventually crawling to the corner of the living room.
Tears were now streaming down her face, while her eyes shook with fear.
"That's what they all said..."
"..." Silas balled his hand into a fist as an inkling of gilt found its way into his heart.
"Nymira... Did they hurt you?" Silas asked, his eyes traveling toward all the wounds and bruises on her body that he hadn't bothered to look at before.
andasnovel.com Even with her clothes on, mystic eyes had outlined the wounds in her body with a purple and red aura that made it obvious for him.
"You don't care... Look at you... You don't care about me! Don't act like you care! You're the reason I'm here! You didn't help me! You didn't even visit me! NO ONE VISITED ME! YOU TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME!" Silas could feel the rage in her voice every time she spoke.
"You're right," Silas muttered, making her widen her eyes slightly.
She could smell it. When he had spoken those words, his scent had suddenly changed.
No longer could she smell the ocean of blood that resonated around him... Or at least not the same extent.
Now, there was a scent that she's only smelled from one person before.
"Nymira... I will save you."
"I will become
Your hero."
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