Nymph of the Abyss // The Sea Beast

Chapter 3

"Miss! Could you please spare me a few moments of your time? I've been longing to see you again, my dear," A revoltingly smooth voice calls out, prompting me to freeze before swiveling around to face the man glaring threateningly.

"Bloody hell," I murmur to the man dressed in a green medal-adorned uniform who looks at me with a smug grin. I sneer quietly at the man in front of me, my hands sliding subtly toward the poisoned daggers hidden beneath my cloak. I observe his pompous attitude with clasped hands behind his back, demanding respect as he meticulously examines my movement. Preparing to attack, I grip my daggers covertly, subtly shifting my foot backward in preparation for a fight.

"What's the matter, my dear? I just wanted to say hello before you got away from me. Now, lass, be a nice girl and listen to what I'm saying to you instead of thinking about attempting to flee." Hornagold purrs, a broad grin on his face, leeringly roaming up and down my body as he slowly approaches. I snarl disgustedly and pull my daggers out of the sheaths, keeping them hidden beneath the cloak and backing up a step, widening the space between us.

"Excuse me!? Admiral Horagold, you dare to say such rubbish to me!? Please don't make fun of me with your twisted remarks. You seem to have forgotten that I know your games, so leave me alone, you disgusting fool; I'm not going to waste my time on an imbecile like you. I have more pressing matters to attend to than interacting with you." I spit venomously, scowling as I sheath my daggers crossing my arms across my chest as he looks at me in astonishment. Taking a step back, he stares at me with a sorrowful, fearful expression, as if I've wounded him while staring at me with concealed scorn. Scoffing as Hornagold resumes his charade, I roll my eyes as I begin tapping my foot impatiently.

"How could you be so cold and distant from me? I've done nothing but talk to you, and yet you treat me so coldly. What did I do to earn your wrath, my dear? Oh, your vicious remarks have hurt me so much. Please divert your enraged gaze away from me and return your lovely sweet smile. Why do you save this venomous glare for me when you used to smile so sweetly? I just want you to smile for me again. Please, my dear, I beseech you." Hornagold pleads dramatically, drawing closer to me as he reaches his hand out to mine, staring at me with disguised pleasure.

"No," I say, staring blankly, controlling my rage adequately at the surprised Admiral, who hesitates before awkwardly pulling his hand back. He pauses for a brief moment, pondering his next move, as I tap my foot on the ground, frustrated and increasingly more agitated.

"No? I-I do not understand it. Why isn't that line working now when it works on every woman? Why does she deny my request?" Hornagold mumbles, crossing his arms, seeming perplexed as he continues muttering to himself in thought. I raise an eyebrow at his perplexity watching as he attempts to speak repeatedly before failing each time. I groan in annoyance and tap my foot harder, intending to turn around and go before he speaks once again.

"W-wait! Don't go yet, my dear; I haven't finished talking to you. I'm curious why you can't offer me your lovely smile. Isn't it true that I am all you desire, my dear? As the King and Queen's Admiral, I have everything to offer you, lass. There is nothing I couldn't give you but the crown, so why do you continue to refuse to entertain my request?" Hornagold asks, confusedly tilting his hand, eagerly expecting my response. I groan, shaking my head in irritation at his dumb question, as he expects his idiotic mind game to work on me.

"You're not, as you have nothing to give me. I don't need you, so stop your worthless acts unless you wish to irritate me." I stopped moving my foot, staring at the red-faced general who seemed to be seconds away from bursting.

"H-How could you!? I am far more important than you and can provide everything you want, yet you deny my request!? I merely ask for a smile, but you're so stubborn that you won't even offer me that!?" Hornagold yells violently, his face growing an impossible shade of redder as he stomps at the ground like a toddler. Snickering, I observe his petty acts as he continues on his meaningless diatribe, referencing his position repeatedly.