Chapter 62: The Island of beautiful women IV
Little author note: A little blood and gore ahead, you've been warned.
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"Lady Hypsipyle!" the girls cried, rushing toward her home, their voices laced with worry and fear.
The older woman quickly donned her robes, ensuring her body was properly covered before opening the door.
The rest of the girls were already up and dressed, their expressions tense. Leading the group, Cecilia had already strapped on her combat gear, ready to slay any giant that dared to threaten her people.
"Calm down, girls. This is nothing new—you all know the procedures," Hypsipyle reassured them.
"What about the men on the island, Lady Hypsipyle?" Amah asked, eyes wide with concern.
"The ones we sent to the eastern part of the village are closest to giant territory. They could already be in danger."
The others nodded in agreement.
Little did they know, those very men were passed out drunk, lost in a deep slumber—so deep that not even the roaring of furious giants could stir them. It was as if they had fallen under a spell, one that would keep them asleep until morning.
"We will make sure not to alert them of the problem—"