Chapter 306: Volume 6 - Prologue
Anko felt every footstep in her ears as they echoed in the narrow, cramped hall through which she walked, one of her hands holding a small plate of food. Beneath that arm was a small box of technological junk, and in her top right hand she held a mana gun.
At the end of the hall was a door, and behind that door was someone she’d first seen two years ago. Today was the first time since Malzkael’s capture that they would meet again.
Anko was not looking forward to it. She’d tried to avoid this duty for quite a while, even going so far as to actually take her non-combat lessons seriously...
The memory of seeing that angel’s wing being torn from her body still haunted her. Just like the dispassionate look on Maledict’s face as he simply pulled her apart like-
"Stop. Don’t think about it..." Anko shook her head violently.
"Hm?" The guard at the door, a bored-looking and particularly skeletal pagaak - a fear-eater - raised his overlarge eyebrow at her. "That’s some quality terror you’re giving off," he chuckled. "Don’t worry, new girl, the angel can’t hurt you."
Anko scowled. "I’m not worried about her hurting me. I’m just supposed to see if she knows what this junk is."
"Ah... so you’re afraid of having to hurt her... Wait... You’re her, the one Duke Maledict intends for his son."
Anko’s scowl deepened. "Yeah, so?"
"So... I could help you. Instead of heightening your fear, I can just take away what you’ve got. All I ask in return is that you let me stay in the room and maybe hurt her a little..."
There was a hungry look in the pagaak’s eyes.