Chapter 19 - 19: that’s how it is with a disciple and master
Erik was stunned by what had happened. Although he had truly felt in danger from the look the guards gave him, which prompted his instinctive reaction to grab the handles of his machetes, he hadn't thought anything would actually happen.
In Erik's mind, those looks might have been some sort of test by the guards or perhaps a bit of envy, since he was his master's first disciple and had appeared out of nowhere. However, Sigrún's reaction left him completely speechless. Shortly after, a calm male voice resonated in the place.
"Calm down, Master Sigrún. There's no need to make such a scene. The most likely thing is that the boys were just surprised by your new disciple, that's all. Let's let bygones be bygones and stop the problem here."
"Sigrún? Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Theodore Blackthorn?!"
Sigrún's cold voice, full of murderous intent, responded as the pressure in the city doubled, and she was enveloped in deep blue flames, like a blazing star.
The man, Theodore Blackthorn, immediately stepped back in panic when he saw Sigrún's state, looking at her with evident fear before speaking in a trembling, terrified voice.
"Don't think you can do whatever you want and get away with it, Sigrún Eldurdóttir! My family won't stay silent if something happens to me!!"
"Hehehe, let's find out then,"
When Sigrún spoke, her words dripping with evident mockery and disdain, a multitude of runes appeared in the air, as if written by an invisible hand. Each rune had defined and sharp contours, with every stroke and curve pulsating with energy. Just then, an ancient voice, resonant with power, echoed through the space.
"Calm down, Sigrún, don't make a scene."
"Tsch."