Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 30: The Rondel Roulette [Part 2]

"Ugh!"

"Where..."

The man and the woman felt groggy. Their heads ached like hell, and it was not the only negative surprise they will encounter today.

"What the..."

Trying to move, they were completely bound. Tightly roped to a fixed chair which seemed to be made from wood, but was strangely rigid. Like it was wicked to attach to the same place.

"What is this?"

"Grey? What happened? I am bound!"

"Lady Shandy? Where are we?"

"I have no idea! How should I know? I am just as clueless as you!"

The rose knight tried to remember, but her memories were strangely groggy. Since her world turned black, she remembered little to nothing. All of it was like a strange, vivid dream.

"Ah! So you are awake. Good! Good morning! Grey Co Aldo, and Shandy Gaff Marea. I hope you can explain yourself."

A voice of a young girl called not far from them, and when their eyes dropped on the person, the blood in their veins froze instantly.

"Yo-Your Holiness!"

"Rory the Reaper?!"

Both the elderly knight and the young noble girl uttered in fright. They were confused, knowing not where the hell they are, or what happened at all. Their mind was still fuzzy, having no idea what Rory the Reaper planned with them, their fear based on a steady foundation.

The girl before them was famous/infamous about her merciless nature — depending on who you asked. And just now she gave them a dubious smile, just like an innocent child planning to murder you and trying to take your soul with herself in the depth of abyss.

"Your holiness! What's going on? Where are we?"

"I thought you already know it..." Rory stood up from her seat, walking around the two nonchalantly. You don't have to ask, Rory holding her hands behind her back made them feel uneasy a "little bit," making the innocent looking goth priestess seems like the incarnation of a fair devil dancing around them, tasting them like a good meal before consumption.

"Please forgive us. But we have no idea. It is, an inn?"

Grey looked around, trying to put together the situation, Shandy just lowered her head in shame. Whatever happened, they looked perplexed, like a fool. For a noble like herself, this was a disgraceful situation.

"Is that so..."

In the next moment, the apostle of Emroy pulled a chair before the two, turning the object's back to them and sat down. You don't have to figure it out, her blood red orbs staring the two made them shiver. Her eyes were both mesmerizing and dimmed with a terrifying light.

Her reputation well known, and well-earned all around the world. Even the bravest warrior who recognized her and forced to face her stained itself before the battle really started.

"Tell me what you remember. What is your last memory? But be aware, I know when you are lying."

Her smile may seem to belong to an innocent girl to everyone not know her. But everyone who recognized and heard about her, and her god's reputation backed.

The fear, respect, and dread lived in every Falmartian who was familiar with Emroy — knowing too well what kind of rumors and legends spread about the dark god and his gardener.

Her very halberd put neatly near the wall, symbolized all that every mortal feared: death and destruction.

'Gulp!'