Either the word was laced with beguiling magic or she somehow could feel the sincereness, the wounded slave of Gerrald stopped throwing hissy fits and stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. Then she started sobbing, heartbroken yet still determined, tears dripping again, and her spasming chest signaled a desire to cry but unable to do so. 

[color=fdc68a]"Master?"[/color] she reached her hand, but it was only Kaito, her finger touched his face and he let it until she completely succumbed to the anesthetic. 

Jazdia approached them shortly after. The girl was sleeping. 

[color=ec008c]"Her, breathing is normal. No heaving or wheezing,"[/color] examining the bandage and placing her finger on her neck, she then continued. [color=ec008c]"No sign of bleeding... I think." [/color]

Kaito discarded his cloak and tunic but decided to have the girl wear his tunic instead. Done during that, he turned to Jazdia. [color=#93FFFF]”I told you Chounan’s clothing style would attract too much attention”[/color]


She only smirked, while the soldier kept his guard after noticing the non-human attributes the man in front of him sported. But then, unarmed and bound by his contract, what he could do anyway?

[b][color=7ea7d8][i]"Jokes on you, I've been here for years wearing this kind of outfit since the days I'd been training that soldier. Am I right Gordon?"[/i][/color][/b] the man in question replied. Reaching them with his voice. 

The soldier turned at him, squinting as he finally recognize his oriental face.[b][color=1a7b30]"Sir Chonan?"[/color][/b]

The word 'Sir' was uttered with a certain degree of disappointment, but the man showed his respect by giving him a salute. [b][color=1a7b30]"Long time no see, what are you doing with... them?"[/color][/b]

There was an awkward silence. Then, before Chonan could answer, Kaito interjected. 

[color=#93FFFF]”Anyway, I think it is a great idea to let the soldier carry the girl. I doubt she will be moving on her own anytime soon.”[/color]

So he nodded, and Kaito helped him to carry the girl on his back. [color=1a7b30][b]"She is so small, like my daughter. Poor girl! You said she is not your friend. What happened to her?"[/b][/color]

Nobody answered, but everyone had the same person in mind, and that person was now lying dead on the dusty floor not far from them. Had everything gone smoothly, they were bring him alive, so he could be questioned about his atrocities, about the king's assassination, and nothing else. But it didn't go smoothly. His allies wanted to protect him, and as they declared their deceitful intention, something sparked inside her; to think of a scum like him roaming free angered Jazdia and she wanted to see justice being served.   

The man's corpse was now sprawled like a worthless rag, mangled, and desecrated. Jazdia did not regret it one bit. 

[color=ec008c]"Let's get out of here." [/color]

Led by Jazdia, the group walked through the tunnels. Almost identical tunnels like the ones they passed before reaching that hall. The humidity remained the same, but the passage was grim with no lighting whatsoever. Jazdia reminded the group to keep up the pace and be careful with their step. Yvonne felt she was stepping over something and it cracked. The light from the torch Kaito brought revealed a half part of a human skeleton leaning against the wall. Had they not been guided by a map, they too might end up like that poor guy. 

After another long walk that seemed to be heading straight and without any turnback, they then arrived at the room. Strangely the room was sufficiently lit with lanterns and candles. It was still a storage room, but large, and inside, thousands of newly forged weapons were stored.  Shields, spears, swords, and bows. There was a collection of musket rifles too. Some were neatly placed in the racks, while most batches were packaged inside many crates. At the end of that room, close to the exit was another room with four blacksmith's forges. Several huge square pipes extended out from the ceiling, probably to supply the room with a sensible amount of fresh air. The furnaces however were extinguished. 

Jazdia took some time to scribe about this room in her journal and looked around a bit for documents. Sadly she found nothing, except the iron ores were shipped in crates bearing the stamp of Anglodisto. 

They pressed on, but with most members still suffering at least one injury per person the journey was long and arduous they had to make several stops to rest. On one of those brief stops, Jazdia checked for the girl's breathing and noticed that she was awake, but tried to look away after spatting a curse at her. 

[color=f9ad81]"Murderer!"[/color]