Chapter 37: His Master’s Master
Lara caught the man’s wrist with an unbelievable speed, her grip tightening like an iron vice. The man howled in pain as the knife clattered to the ground. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with panic.
The boy darted forward, scooping up the weapon and quickly handing it to Lara. But in that fleeting moment of distraction, the man seized his chance—bolting into the crowd, his figure disappearing into a narrow alley.
Lara let him go. Chasing him would only invite more trouble. It was already getting late.
She looked at the two children with guilty eyes. She thought they betrayed her, but she was wrong.
With a steadying breath, she refocused on her task. She bought ten kilos of rice and wheat, a dozen eggs, and two loaves of bread. The market stalls were clustered close together, making her errands swift.
At a nearby pharmacy, she bought fever medicine and remedies for wounds and colds. The medicines were simple herbal concoctions wrapped in small cloth sachets with drawstrings—an old-world remedy but effective. She purchased plenty to replenish her supplies and left some for the Lenard siblings.
Once they had finished shopping, they exited the bustling market, where they found Barett and the bull cart owner waiting.
The three climbed aboard, and as the oxen trudged forward, the boy pointed toward a shortcut leading to the temple.
"By the way, what are your names?" Lara asked as she studied the faces of the two children across her. She noticed that their facial features were beautiful. If not for the dirt that covered their faces and the rugs on their bodies, they might look like child celebrities in the modern era. They also looked similar, so Lara had deduced that they were twins.
"I am Omega, and he is Alpha," the girl answered without hesitation.
Lara blinked.