Chapter 97: The freedom I didn’t want!
Music Recommendation: Berlin- John Powell
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The force of the object used to strike Anastasia’s head was enough to make her drop to the ground, and the wound started to bleed. Zion, the Vizier, quickly approached the scene upon hearing the sound of the body hitting the floor, and he questioned,
"Isn’t this the newly turned courtesan? Did she overhear us this whole time?"
"Probably," replied the other person, observing that there was no blood on the metal object. "I wouldn’t have known she was there if I hadn’t seen her reflection in the glass. A pity that she has to die, though."
"Die?" Zion asked, taken aback before saying, "She’s a courtesan, one of the treasures of the palace."
"Concubines are treasures, Zion. Courtesans are whores. Kings and queens are treasures," the person corrected the Vizier, using their foot to deliver a kick to the unconscious young woman’s body. "Tie her up and have her thrown into the sea. There have been enough mistakes made already, and we need to pick our battles. Erase her existence, and no one ever heard a thing."
The Vizier agreed, saying, "Leave it to me; I will make sure she doesn’t breathe a word of what she heard."
"I will talk to you tomorrow if there’s anything to report," the person stated, handing the iron statue to the Vizier before walking away.
Zion carefully wiped the metal statue with his shirt to ensure there were no traces of blood on it and returned it to its original position. He then lifted the unconscious courtesan, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the corridor.
He took the young woman towards the seaside, ready to cast her in, but there were guards in the corridors, making it difficult for him to go unnoticed, as his presence would be reported later. There usually weren’t many guards at this time of the night, which was why he was here, but it seemed that security had been tightened.