Mia turned to look at the approaching naked man. Her situation was already as weird as it was, and seeing a man walking towards her without clothes made everything even stranger.
As soon as the man got close enough, one of her guards, those who joined the fight against her, who clearly were not her real guards, gave sothing to the man to cover himself, with a deferential and servile look in his eyes.
It was at that mont that she beca able to give a closer look at the man, and when she did, her heart started beating faster, much faster than it beat in the middle of the earlier fight.
She recognized him; she understood the reason why the guards were so servile towards the
man.
Terrifying, that was how Erik Romano appeared to her at that mont. It might have been because of how he carried himself; it could be because of his muscular body or for the look he had in his eyes, but that wasn't the reason. It was because this man exuded power in every move he made.
"You're... you're Erik Romano," she said.
Her blood ran cold, and she felt a chill run down her spine just saying those words, just saying that na.
The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and trembling, and she felt her knees weaken, threatening to give out beneath her as the full realization of who stood before her sank in.
"In person."
"What do you want from ? Why are you doing this?"
Erik smiled, trying to reassure her, but there was no warmth in it, and she felt it.
"What happens next depends entirely on you," he said, not liking his own words a little.
"Cooperate, and you might just walk away from this. Resist, and, well..." He let the implication hang in the air, an implication she fully understood.
Mia drew herself up, a flicker of defiance in her eyes despite the fear.
"You would threaten a helpless woman?" she spat. "The blackguards were right about you. You are as evil and deranged as they say. It's just that I didn't think you were a coward who preys on the weak."
Erik's smile wavered at that point, not because he felt offended by what the woman said or what the blackguards said about him. It was because he knew that the only evil and deranged ones were them.
"Evil and deranged? This is what the blackguards told everyone about ? Easy! Did they tell you because I'm waging a war against them? No, I assu."
But Erik didn't keep talking about this topic. Telling this information to this woman would not bring him any benefit, and besides, what would be the point of changing one person's mind about him? None, aside from the fact he wasn't even interested in that.
Mia Turke, daughter of Salena Turke, was going to disappear from his sight once he was done extracting the information he needed from her.
"Besides, I've fought against plenty of won who were anything but helpless," he said.
"Won who were every bit as deadly, cunning, and ruthless as any man could be, even stronger. I don't discriminate when it cos to my enemies. The Fierce Lioness certainly wouldn't appreciate your implication that won are inherently weaker, and neither do I. Though you certainly are, that's because instead of focusing on training, you chose to spend ti dressing up and partying with your friends. Am I wrong?"
Mia remained silent, as that was indeed the truth.
Besides, hearing about the famous warrior made the president's daughter lose confidence because Erik was right.
Her shoulders dropped. Who didn't know the Fierce Lioness and her legendary feats? Damn, she was said to have killed a Jolmine, a fucking lightning Wyvern. Who else could say the sa?
Well, Erik Romano could.
She recalled another piece of information about him, one that really made her back shiver. Erik Romano was said to be able to control thaids and that he had a black Wyvern under his command.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Information," Erik said, stepping closer. "And you're going to give it to , one way or another. The easy way, or the hard way."
His hand shot out, gripping the woman's chin and forcing her to et his gaze. Her eyes were filled with tears, but also with a stubborn resolve.
"I won't betray my country," she said. "I won't betray my mother."
Erik's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. "We'll see about that."
He nodded to one of the Chimaeric Demons, who stepped forward with a syringe filled with a clear liquid. The president's daughter's eyes widened, and she struggled, but Erik's grip was impossible to break.
The needle slid into her neck, and the woman's eyes rolled back in her head. She went limp, and Erik let her fall to the ground.
"How long is this going to last?" Erik asked.
"30 minutes, just as you asked us."
"Good. If things go bad, I will be able to ask the questions I need with her, unable to keep her thoughts. Maybe she will talk with , not needing to use my powers. Now, load her into the car," he said, turning to his Chimaeric Demons.
"And clean up this ss. We don't want to leave any traces. Take these people's place, including the woman, as soon as you can. No one must find out about this."
As the Chimaeric Demons set to work, Erik allowed himself a mont of satisfaction. Yes, people died, but it wasn't like he hadn't been responsible for death before; it wasn't like he had never killed. In fact, he was sure he was the person with the most kills in the world.
The attack had been ssy but successful. They had the president's daughter, and with her, the key to find her mother.
Then he would attack Maynard Island.
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