Chapter 53: To Kill or Not to Kill

Chapter 53: To Kill or Not to Kill

Miles walked at the cave wall as he held the now empty sword in front of him. Even though he could see the heat emitted from the target, he didn't know how far it was. It took him almost 20 minutes to walk to the end of the cave, now looking at the cave wall before him.

Miles changed between heat vision and dark vision and looked at the same place repeatedly. In heat vision, he could see the silhouette of a person. While in the latter, he could not.

'Interesting,' he thought.

"I know you are there. You can come out now. " Miles said, making his voice deeper. His armor was on his body. There was no opening where one could see him.

"Stop waving your hand, I can see you." Miles said once again when the person started to wave its hand in front of him.

"The Marooner!" The person said as she started to appear in front of Miles. She had blonde hair framing her face and blue eyes and a hot figure. Porseila Lemaze! She had the look on her face that Miles only saw a few times when Porselia was looking at his brother.

"Princess!" Miles saluted with his head.

His thoughts, on the other hand, were working like mad. 'Should I kill her? No, I am not a cold blooded killer. But she did torture me with my sis when I was small, and she hates my guts. No one would know it is me, if she were to die here!'

"I didn't know anyone else could enter here besides me. But everything is possible for the famous Marooner, right?" She asked with a little blush on her face.

"You can say that." Miles boasted without shame and asked. "How were you able to enter this cave? I thought it was impossible to see in here."

"Well, I shouldn't tell you because I hardly know you. But I trust you." Porselia said, fidgeting her fingers, and explained. "You do know my powers right? Everyone knows thanks to battles I participated in when I was small." Porselia asked to see if Marooner was interested in her.

Miles just stood silently and waited for her to continue.

"But you should already know all of these. After all, you fight against them, right?"

"I don't fight against Starve Cleric, nor am I a hero! I was there at the time, and Starve Cleric was standing in my way, thus I got rid of them." Miles said.

He wasn't a hero. He wasn't a bad person, but he wouldn't sacrifice himself for others. He had trust in his abilities at the time. Otherwise, he would run away as fast as he could. But neither was he a cold-blooded person. By luck, he was in the right place at the right time and stopped them. The other things weren't his concern. He didn't care if Starve Cleric declared him as their enemy. He long ago decided to live for himself, and he was just doing what he felt was right.

"Oh." Porseila said, and then asked. "Which stronghold are you in? I saw you at Umbra Forest and now here, but I don't know which of the three you are in."

"I am in Veteran Aomine Stronghold." Miles answered. He would be sighted in there soon enough anyway. He had no reason to hide.

"We are in the same stronghold! How come I never saw you?" She asked while jumping up and down.

Porseila asked question after question after they left the cave. By the time they were out, Miles considered killing her dozens of times, but in the end, he gave up on the thought. He brought her out by using a different route so she couldn't see the dead wasps, but she noticed something amiss anyway.

"Wait, why haven't I seen any wasps in the cave? Have you killed all of them?" Porseila asked when she saw Miles holding a bag full of honey.

"Maybe." Miles answered and reached out his arm. "Payment please, a high-tier Orb."

Porseila pouted her cute face as she looked at Miles as if she was wronged and fished out and orb pink in color. "You are extorting me! You have already killed all the monsters, but you kept the information from me so you could earn an orb to escort me out."

"Happy to do business with you." Miles said and looked at the orb.

Upon observation, Miles noticed there was something long rod floating in the orb.

'Is that a staff or a spear?'