Chapter 52: The great storm

Chapter 52: The great storm

The cold and moldy basement they had been squatting in for the last eight days was terrible, but it was still better than the storm outside. Even so, they would have to walk all the way to the church if they wanted food. And they had to go there late at night, in the dark, under the pouring rain. It was then that the servants gave away the leftovers, and despite the weather, they likely wouldnt be the only ones going.

Today again, the storm was showing no signs of stopping. It had been a week.

A young child was hugging her knees in a corner, she looked up at a slightly older child, who was preparing to go face the downpour and the wind.

I dont wanna go the child in the corner protested weakly.

Only the crashing of the rain answered her complaint. The older child looked at her silently, doing her best to force a smile on her own face.

Stop muttering and come. I know its hard, but we need to eat. She tried to appease the younger one, Come under my cape, big sis will protect you.

The cape in question was a stinky old patched up rag smothered in grease and mud. It did a semi decent job at repelling water. But it was too small for two. The more protection she had, the less her sister kept for herself.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Three days ago, her older sister had started coughing, she was sweaty and weak. The curled up girl couldnt even go to the church by herself, she wouldnt find her way in the labyrinthic streets of the city. They hadnt eaten anything since then.

She was worried. Hunger was a thing, sickness was another. For poor people, healers didnt exist. Thankfully, it seemed that today, her sister had recovered somewhat. She thought about telling her sister to lay back down, but her rumbling stomach forced her otherwise.

Under the glacial rain and violent winds, two frail girls trekked through the city.

Tenth day of the storm. The rain wasnt stopping, some streets were flooded now, the basements trap door had started leaking, and the outdoors' water level was getting dangerously close to the height of their one and only window. The iron grate didnt stop the cold, and it wouldnt stop the water.

The older sisters sickness had relapsed. Despite the younger ones wishes to go find a healer, going outside wasnt a possibility anymore. At least, a luckier group of kids had shared a bit of bread with them the day before, so they had some food.

The young kid would only wait and wait in the flooding basement, taking care of her sister however she could.

Was the rain ever going to stop?

Twelfth day of the storm. The basement had flooded. The two sisters had stacked all the moldy junk in a corner and that was their island. The mold, insects and wood shards made it worse than the icy floor, but uncomfortable as it was, they were out of the water.

[Bead bracelet] : Plain but sturdy.

Not it

But the man didnt look like he wore many things besides the bracelet and his robe. He didnt even wear shoes. So where? She concentrated on analyzing the flow of mana, surely a storage item powerful enough to house large cubes of stone would cause some disturbance. But she couldnt find anything, the water itself was so full of mana that she couldnt pick up a trace of a magic item.

This is when she recalled a detail from her first interaction with the man. He had yelled at her when she appeared, calling her a demon. It wasnt something she was focused on at the time, but she had seen it, a single gold tooth.

Well. Rest in peace I guess, the real one could still be alive anyway so

She upturned the dead body and forced its mouth open.

[The poison needle] : A deadly last resort. But not for the user. This tooth could store many things besides stone.

She pulled the tooth and swam up. Even at the surface, no one was waiting for her. No enemies, no allies. The mornings gentle breeze over the still lake was refreshing and serene. She swam out of the lake at the same spot she had entered it. Seeing the path of destruction she had left behind while charging through the fields and forests, it was unlikely that someone searching for her couldnt find her.

Either they never came, or they all gave up.

Sitting on the trunk of a tree that hadnt survived her previous sprint, she examined the gold tooth. It was quite underwhelming. This was the storage item, the identification had confirmed it, but no matter how much mana she injected inside it wouldnt open.

What a letdown

She chucked the tooth back in the lake. It probably had safety measures in place, unlike her own cursed pendant, so that no one else could use it. Either way, she wouldnt be able to carry it out of the trial, so she had no choice but to rein down her curiosity and give up.

What was important now was the additional task rewards. She had less than three days to avenge Aurelia.

Should be a piece of cake.

She departed, going in a straight line towards where she estimated the royal palace to be.