Amara groaned as the searing pain radiated through her body while her hand clutched her side where she hit a blunt object, bruising her skin.
Beside her, Vivienne let out a muffled cry from under a ruined sofa that dislodged from its place due to the man’s lightning strike and the following fall of the vehicle into the created crater. Her arms trembled as she did her best to push the furniture off of her.
Amara blinked through the haze of her jumbled mind as she turned her gaze upward. Her breath caught when she saw Sylvaris and Eira sitting perfectly still with calm expressions as if the violent strike hadn’t happened at all. Neither had moved an inch, their forms were completely untouched by the chaos that had just unfolded.
The vehicle was turned on its roof, so the pair was currently sitting in a rather humorous place directly above Amara as gravity didn’t have an effect on Sylvaris’ defensive barrier, which allowed them to remain seated in place.
A wave of shock hit Amara, momentarily eclipsing her pain. “How…?” she rasped as her voice trembled with disbelief and anxiety. That was when she saw the thin translucent veil around the two. Experience more content on empire
Her mouth opened and closed with pure incredulity before anger overwhelmed her. “What the hell?! You protected yourself while letting your masters come into harm’s way? How dare you?!”
Sylvaris didn’t part her lips, the serene elf merely watched the furious woman with an astounding amount of calm considering the circumstances.
Amara couldn’t help but get the feeling that she was looked down upon, and not just in the literal sense. Although Sylvaris didn’t speak much, her whole existence felt condescending, as if she thought of her owners like they were dumb animals or little girls pretending to be adult women – and badly failing at it.
“Answer!” Amara screamed with rage.
Sylvaris eyed her for a moment before parting her delicate lips at long last; “… Why would I help you?”
“Because you’re our slave!”
“So?”
“We own you!”
She nodded in agreement, “That’s true.”
“If we got killed in the crash, you would get paralyzed from head to toe!”
Sylvaris nodded for a second time; “Most certainly.”
“And you’re just fine with that? There’s a strange man assaulting us!”
Sylvaris eyed her for a few seconds as if she was debating whether this mentally disabled woman was seriously asking her this, before deciding that this must’ve been the case, so the silver-haired elf answered; “What makes you think that I would rather be your property than his – or anyone else’s for that matter? You two are some of the worst intelligent life forms I’ve ever had the extreme misfortune of meeting, and for the record, I’m using the term ‘intelligent’ very generously.”
“Grr!!” Amara growled while Vivienne at long last won her wrestling match with the sofa and pushed it off of her, after which she looked up at Sylvaris with teary eyes and asked; “You think so lowly of me?”
Sylvaris’ expression turned from serene for the first time since they bought her, as extreme loathing was visible on her face and she spat in a tone that spoke volumes of her opinion regarding the twins; “You tossed this innocent girl from your lap as soon as you saw me, what kind of a person does that? Furthermore, what led your unhinged brain into thinking that I would ever fall for my rapist of an owner? I’ll put it in a way that even you can understand; Vivienne Valessia Arvanelle Greenvale, I would rather be bred by goblins for the next millennia than spend a single day with you in a romantic setting, you disgusting waste of air.”
Tears flowed down the woman’s cheek for a few seconds before something snapped in her, making the stream of transparent liquid cease immediately. She had a spiteful, ashen face as she ordered in a cold, authoritative tone; “Get down.”
The elven matriarch’s iron collar compelled her to react immediately, she disabled her shield, letting gravity affect her at long last, and she landed gracefully on her feet. Sylvaris put Eira down from her hands and faced Vivienne, who also stood from the ground in the meantime.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!* The brat with the slutty Fujimori dress slapped Sylvaris multiple times with all her force, which for a person with her relatively high level was not the innocent strikes one might expect from a dainty woman like her. However, Sylvaris didn’t fall nor show any reaction, besides her cheeks turning slightly redder.
“I tried being nice for once, and this is what I get for it… You know what, just undress and start servicing me, right here, right now.” She then turned toward Eira, “You join in too.” *clap! clap!* She clapped her hands, “Hurry up, your master is waiting!”
“Wait!” Amara canceled her sister’s command. They were dual owners of the two women, thus both could order them. Before the sadist could continue, a loud thud marked something or someone landing on top of the vehicle.
The twins glanced up with frightened expressions only to see the same ominous man dressed in black with the ghostly saber staring down at them through the one-way panels of the artifact carriage. Although he was hiding his face, it was easy to tell that he had a sadistic, hateful expression on his face just from his eyes that were burning with the desire to torture them in the worst ways possible.
“Hiiii!!” Amara yelped in a high-pitched tone as she fell back to her butt with pure fright enveloping her mind, and Vivienne did the same while crying; “He-he’s here!!!”. The twins killed many people and even leveled up to level 17, but they were never in a situation like this. Their lives were never at stake, their opponents always had zero chance to even injure them, let alone end their lives.
The fifth soldier from the cockpit shouted anxiously; “My ladies, I tried everything, the vehicle won’t be able to turn by itself, we have to do it from the outside… I also called for help, they’ll be here in ten minutes or so!”
“Come out~ Come out~ Let’s play~” The man began singing.