OBS Chapter 165 Luther's side (III)
Chapter 165 Luther's side (III)
Chapter 165 Luther's side (III)
Night fell, and the cold silhouette of the silvery full moon peeked through the cracks of the night sky, like the eye of a god sneakily observing the mortals beneath its everlasting rule. The village remained dark, with no torches lit, submerging everything in a pitch black darkness. If not for the moonlight, the villagers would likely have been unable to see even a giant tree in front of them.
Inside the village chief's house, a group of people gathered around a bonfire. They exchanged frightened looks in silence, the crackling of the fire was the only sound in the room - "Where is the village chief? He should be here already" - asked a burly man, the village butcher and an important figure in the community.
The elder's son, who had helped warn and protect the village of the attack, had a complicated look in his eyes - "Father...is..." - he began, his absent and helpless gaze shifting towards the fire - "During the attack, he suddenly fell ill and hasn't regained consciousness yet. He won't be able to attend this meeting."
At those words, everyone's faces turned grim as anxiety settled into their minds. They seemed to momentarily lose their foothold. The butcher clenched his fists, his knuckles turning extremely white - "Without the elder, what are we supposed to do? He's always known how to handle all kinds of situations." - The others nodded frantically. They all wanted to go to the chief's room and shake him awake. It wasn't the right time to be unconscious.
"Great!" - The shaman said, patting both men on the shoulders - "I...no, we are proud of you. This village will forever be indebted to you two and your families. We'll get you food and whatever weapons we have to aid you." - She looked at the others, who stood silent with their heads bowed in shame - "Go fetch them what they need and be fast. They need to leave as soon as possible. We can't allow any more time to be wasted." Not wishing to feel even more ashamed, the others quickly rose from their seats to fetch the provisions the duo would need, leaving the house in a hurry. The butcher and the elder's son exchanged a glance. There was a mutual respect and understanding in their eyes. They both knew the risks, but they also knew what was at stake. They were ready. -x-
"Two of them left the nest!" - Agusa reported to Luther, who was silently sharpening his sword, using the fire to make the blade even more deadly - "Should we follow them?"
Luther didn't respond immediately, his entire focus was on the blade in his hands. After a couple of minutes, he raised it to inspect his work, a satisfied smile playing on his lips - "Good..." - he murmured, feeling the weight and sharpness of the sword with his finger.
"General..." Agusa called again, trying to get Luther's attention.
"Send a single scout to follow them" - Luther finally said - "Make sure they reach the city safely and note the path they take. We might need it later."