Chapter 197: The Dress Up
To the outside world, it was just another quiet evening at the inn. Inside, it was a slaughterhouse.
When the last man fell, Lucius stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving, his mouth smeared with blood. He turned to Alaric, his expression smug. "Satisfied?"
Alaric didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his eyes shifted to the girl still huddled in the corner. Her quiet sobs were the only sound in the room now. He approached her slowly, kneeling down to her level.
"You’re safe now," he said softly, his voice unusually gentle. She flinched at his approach, shrinking further into herself.
Lucius watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. "She’s terrified of us, Alaric. Don’t waste your time."
Alaric ignored him, carefully cutting the ropes that bound her wrists. The girl gasped, pulling her hands close to her chest as she stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. "What’s your name?" he asked.
"S-Serenity," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alaric nodded. "Serenity, I know this was a nightmare, but it’s over now. Can you walk?"
She hesitated before giving a small nod. Alaric helped her to her feet, keeping his movements slow and deliberate.
Lucius groaned. "Are we seriously playing savior now? We just wiped out an entire room of scum. Isn’t that enough?"
Alaric shot him a warning look. "You’ve had your fun. Now let’s make sure she’s safe."