“You want to know what I was doing before turning into a cultist? I’ll tell you if you help me get my revenge.”
Agatha looked at Eren with seriousness written all over her face. This was a long shot, her asking for this terrorist to help her get her due revenge on people who had messed up her entire life. But as expected, Eren didn’t seem interested. He just shrugged his shoulders before replying:
“What is your revenge has got to do with me? I’m not here to run your errands. You are to do that for me. You should forget about your revenge and focus on mine.”
Agatha almost spat blood after hearing what the terrorist had just declared casually. He didn’t even show a tinge of emotion while saying he wasn’t interested in knowing her background. What’s more? The guy had his to-do revenge list pre-planned and he wanted her help in achieving the same.
“Are you really a teen like me? Why do I feel like I am talking to an old man who is too fed up with the world to care about anything other than what he needs?”
Agatha sighed sadly after looking at her new master.
“You don’t need to worry about me. I am plenty young where it counts and with enough wisdom where it needs. Hehe!
But one thing I still don’t understand. Even if you do achieve your goal and successfully find your way to turn into demi-humans, you’ll forever have to stay in hiding. The kingdoms will open a joint front to tackle the guys like you.
What lies after you find your way to attain demi-human status?”
Eren asked after he got up from his side. He had again started pacing around the room with his hands folded behind his back. As far as he knew and could tell from his experiences, the cultists were radical extremists. But they weren’t stupid.
That’s why he had figured out that their end goal can’t simply be to walk on the lost paths of magic or liberate its knowledge from the clutches of the kingdoms. No sane person would think about the well-being of the world before thinking about themselves first.
“Oh! Ace Renar had told me about this. All the cultist organizations are planning to join hands together and form a free kingdom of their own. All the cultists can become its citizens. And it would be the sole kingdom in which the knowledge related to the ranking techniques and most spells would not remain restricted.
At least that’s what all the low ranker cultists believe. The Beast Bloods organization has also been promised an important place within the proposed kingdom. I don’t know much apart from this.
Now, I’ve told you all I could. Now can we talk about my freedom? What will be your next condition? If it’s sleeping with me, then I can…”
Agatha wasn’t stupid in thinking that giving the information that her new master had demanded from her was all that it was going to take for him to release her. She believed that the guy would think from his groins and make another “personal” request. That’s why she made that part of her deal as well.
But she was yet to understand the kind of person her master was:
“Hehe! The information you’ve given me is still not enough.”
Agatha had expected this card to get pulled on her. So she remained calm despite the bubble of anger building in her mind and replied:
“The information I’ve given is all I have. You can not expect an F-Ranker to know about everything to know about such secretive organizations, can you? You’d be called stupid if you were aiming to gain the juicy details about the cultists from a stray like me.”
Agatha felt good after dissing her new master indirectly. She knew the slave contract won’t harm her since she was only referring to a possibility. The ex-cultist was expecting another rebuttal. But surprisingly the ex-Ken agreed to that statement:
“You are right. But it is still not enough to buy your freedom.
To be honest, nothing can be enough for me to give you freedom. I just made it look like I was willing to exchange my slave ownership with the information you provided. It was done so that it would encourage you to talk in-depth about your initiative.
The best form of investigation is when the target is influenced to take the lead to get investigated without anyone doing anything about it. Hehe!
Yet, I can still grant you a different form of freedom if you want one.”
Eren said this and smiled sweetly. Agatha had goosebumps after witnessing that smile. She asked the butcher with doubt and suspicion laced in her shaky voice.
“What… What kind of freedom are we talking about?”
“Eternal freedom of course. The freedom from all miseries that this life has served in your platter. Tell me quickly, do you wish to have this freedom?”
Agatha finally understood what Eren wanted to convey. He was ready to silence her for good in the name of granting her freedom. Her instincts to survive the potential threat coming her way triggered her to cast her therianthropic transformation while she said this:
“I’d suggest you don’t assume that things will go smoothly like the last time they did for you. Here, in this room, you can not use those bombs. And my transformation is enough…”
“Hahaha! Little lass, you forgot that I can do whatever I want with you while ordering you to not retaliate. Although I will be questioned for my slave’s death, it won’t be too bothersome for me. Especially since you were an ex-cultist.
Plus, who said anything about using potion bombs?
Reen, come out.”
Eren was right. Agatha had nearly forgotten at that brief moment that she was now a slave of Eren who could do anything with her. And her eyes opened wide in horror because she received another shock.