Book 2: Chapter 67: Traitor

Book 2: Chapter 67: Traitor

Fragments of lights and shadows flashed before my eyes, clamorous noises continued to ring by my ears, while a cool and gentle touch would brush past my face from time to time.

What’s the matter? Where...am I...

As my consciousness drifted back, I involuntarily asked the same question a sleeping person would ask when getting up from sleep. Slowly opening my eyes, light... flooded my eyes...

As well as countless wide-open eyes that were filled with curiosity.

“She...she, she’s awake!”

“Wa! She’s so cute! Her sleeping appearance is really cute...”

“What soft and tender skin! She’s just like a doll.”

“Hey! You guys shouldn’t be so selfish. Let me have a touch too.”

I opened my eyes, only to see a group of young girls of various looks and races, yet undoubtedly beautiful in appearance crowded around me, surrounding me so tightly that even light would find it hard-pressed to seep through. If not for the well placed Illumination Stone shining down onto my head, I might still be submerged in darkness.

Just like a troop of monkeys that have been set free from the zoo, this group of young girls continued to rub their hands across my body, especially focusing on my face. They continued doing so, all while screaming out in delight about “so cute” and “what soft and tender skin”, “She’s just like a doll!”, not even giving any consideration towards my feelings of being treated like an object of scrutiny.

“Who...are you guys...” I asked. Nevertheless, the voice ringing out from my mouth was as hoarse as one would sound after enduring countless days without drinking.Yôur favorite stories on n/o/(v)e/lbin(.)com

“We’re slaves of this auction house.”

“A kindhearted person rescued us from there.”

“That kindhearted person also said that you’re one of them. Is that true?”

“So awesome! So awesome! You clearly are younger than us...”

“......”

So noisy!

Right as the question left my mouth, the group of young girls proceeded to chirp incessantly in response. However, as all of them started to chirp at the same time...I was utterly incapable of catching exactly what they were saying. The only words I could make out were “slaves”, “kindhearted person” and “younger”. Despite how awesome I am, I’m definitely incapable of making out the situation I’m in right now. Can someone explain to me what the heck happened?

The heavens might have heard my request, as a little head suddenly squeezed through the crowd, appearing before me. With a flash, the eyes of that little head lit up before an excited voice rang out: “Wa! You’re finally awake, Lilith!”

“Ah! The kindhearted person is here.”

“Come let this elder sis hug you, you kindhearted person.”

“Can you guys give way. That kindhearted person can’t come in.”

“Huh?” Carol tilted her head while replying with a cute and doubtful voice, all while continuing to shake Lilith with her hand.

“Give me water!!!:

“Guaaa...so painful! I got it, alright! I’ll go get for you water...let...let go of my hand! Ouch!”

.........

“Hah~I feel that I’ve just come back from the dead.” ignoring the shocked gazes coming from my surroundings, I gulped down water amounting to over a few humans in volume. Only after doing so did I regain some sense of meaning to live in this world.

It’s worth mentioning that Carol didn’t have a single drop of water on her body. Instead, all of the water was conjured by me using a Water Scroll, with the food being the ones that I’ve prepared within my Storage Ring in preparation for emergency situations. Frankly speaking, Carol wasn’t able to offer any help.

That’s why Carol is currently holding that arm I didn’t want to recognize while squatting at a corner and mumbling something with teary eyes.

She’s probably muttering stuff like, “You’ve gone overboard, Lilith!” and such. I can just ignore her.

“So you’re the only one? Where’s Durango and Eleanor?”

“Durango’s over there.” Carol pointed to a location that was completely filled up with a crowd of people: “As for Eleanor, she said that she had some important task to do, so we split up after saving those people.”

Important task? That’s strange! Isn’t the mission already over? What else does she need to do?

“That’s right. Did you guys bump into any trouble?”

“Trouble? Nope.” Carol shook her head: “We didn’t bump into anything other than a zombie.”

Nothing? That’s strange. Before the explosion, I’ve heard [Number 1] say that the auction housemaster had arranged an all-encompassing trap for us. However, what’s with the zombie and nothing else that Carol had just said?

However, I have to confirm something before that:

“What the hell’s a zombie?”

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“Are you sure?” asked Kenlov Wilkis, the auction house master, as he looked sternly at the young girl lying on the ground before him.

“Yes...yes...” Weir raised her head, revealing her deathly pale, sweat covered beautiful face, with her trembling body showing the level of terror present in her heart.

This terror not only stemmed from the male before him, but also the self-criticism towards herself for doing this thing.

Nevertheless, as though she was fulfilling a deep desire of hers, Weir continued to reply in a resolute voice: “Those few people are planning to rescue all of the slaves in the auction house before fleeing from here.”