Silvia stared at the tray of warm food and then at the disappearing back of the figure.
She was an orphan who used to survive on daily wages but even this wasn’t easy because of her appearance.
In a slum that was filled with dirtied, ugly and unruly people, someone with silver hair and a bright face was like a flame that attracts moths so she had to cover her face to work.
To avoid the ill fate she even scratched her face to disfigure it
But every time she did it,she would have a dream.
A dream where a mysterious hand caressed her, filled with warmth and when she woke up she found that the face that had been disfigured had been healed and was glowing brightly.
The change shocked her and terrified her.
What was this power and where did it come from?
She was terrified by it?
Having no one she couldn’t even go around asking about it lest someone grab her for experiments so she used cloth to cover her face.
Not many knew about her face so it didn’t cause any trouble.
It was hard working while trying to be cautious to not expose your face. Three days ago just like every day she was just returning from work when a hand grasped her back.
Before her consciousness disappeared all she heard was a sinister voice.
’Sure enough she looks so tasty. No wonder the master managed to glimpse beyond the cover.’
Next she found herself blindfolded, tied up and thrown in a secluded corner in this broken house.
She had been lying here for the past three days. At first she was just afraid and wished the person in charge didn’t appear but later this fear turned to anxiety and pain.
She has imagined many things like getting raped, beaten or victim to many heinous things but she didn’t think she would die like a shriveled corpse due to hunger and coldness.
She didn’t want to die like that so please... please
She prayed with all her strength to gods she knew.
The Goddess Evershine, Mother Lila, God Of War and many more. And just when she thought everything was for naught the door finally opened.
Though she couldn’t see her ear pricked up at a strange sensation. Even before the person appeared, a deep bone-chilling coldness permeated the air giving her goosebumps.
Slowly and steadily he appeared and pierced through the darkness.
She knew she shouldn’t trust the words of a random person but his words were filled with certainty and sounded trustworthy.
Silvia then turned towards the corner where there was a small hole and tried to remember his words.
He said he didn’t have much time and himself in a pinch. Thinking this she grabbed the badge.
A flag hoisted between twin swords.She had been the symbol.
It was the symbol of Wargrave and someone who was able to carry this means he must be one of the children of Duke Wargrave.
She didn’t understand what he meant but felt that he might be in a troublesome situation.
What if others were eyeing for some mistake to take him down?
’I need to leave quickly.’
She grabbed the piece and bread chewed it while muttering.
’I... I forget to ask his name.’
.....
’Damn! I hope that works but for all that to work, the lass needs to get things straight.’
’This isn’t a game that I can control so who knows where the fuck goes wrong.’
"Is there anything serious?"
He paused and glanced at the source of the voice to spot the familiar figure leaning against the wall.
Grim’s expression distorted seeing it.
’Something is wrong... I am not Grim but I seemed to hate her from the bottom of my heart..’
"What do you want?" he snarled back.
Meloni’s eyes grew wide for a moment that made her mutter.
"I see... You really changed!"
"Changed?" He muttered in confusion and was then taken aback seeing Meloni’s figure missing ahead.
Something tapped on the shoulder.
His senses warned and he leaned down abruptly. On lowering his head a swishing sound echoed leaving a faint trail.
"You avoided that.."
"No, I am sure."
Grim turned back abruptly but the moment he turned his chin, a knee kissed his lips sending his consciousness flying
The vision was cut off. All he saw was pretty stars dancing in his vision which was broken by a banging thud.
When his vision recovered he found his back touching the hard wooden floor with the sharp tip of a heel shoving over his neck sending a burning sensation as the leather of the shoe rubbed against the wound on skin.
Dazed, he looked up to see a cruel, brutal, harrowing smile looking down on him.
"You aren’t him?"
"Wh.. Whoooo!" he squeezed out the words barely while gritting his teeth to swallow the fucking pain and the humiliation brought alongside.
"Grim.. You aren’t Grim.."
"Grim don’t even have a shred of courage to even look into my eyes and do you know the reason why?" Meloni asked, tilting her head.
He didn’t ask why.. He didn’t want to play to her wishes; rather he tried to exert his strength to get up but with a thud he was shoved again.
Meloni looked down at the man laying down from whom, barely squeezed muffled, emerged with broken gasps.
"Ohh! Are you curious?"
"Are you asking how do I know?" A gentle smile tugged on her lips as she bent, staring at this emotionless while wondering the reaction it would show.
Her body jolted with strange euphoria expecting the mental breakdown sight she was about to witness.
"It’s because I personally broke him apart."
The word exploded in his ears like lightning.
What?
What did she mean?
While the question rang, the humiliation and anger growing in his heart made him burn.
Seeing the confusing etching over his face Meloni started laughing wildly.
"Grim.. That cold eyes bastard was really something. He was rough and quite durable and I thoroughly enjoyed breaking him apart... Hahahaahahah"
"Those noble unyielded eyes, I personally broke the ego slowly and steadily rubbing out the sharp edges until there was nothing but a hollow discarded piece of trash."