Myra and the Arcadian Lord

3. The demon stranger - Part 3

It was around three in the afternoon when Myra set out for grocery shopping along with Timothy. Timothy, a young boy of around sixteen, worked at the Brooke's household. He primarily worked at her uncle's cloth store but also assisted at home when there was a need for lifting heavy weights or running errands.

Fortunately, it hadn't started raining yet, and Aunt Lyla had given Myra fifteen silver coins for the groceries. However, Myra was well aware that she wouldn't need all of those coins, as she had a knack for bargaining and finding good deals.

Every time she went to the market, her aunt would give her a specific amount of money for household purchases. On each occasion, Myra made an effort to minimize expenses and secretly save any leftover money without anyone's knowledge.

As she approached a vegetable stall, she noticed an elderly human man standing behind the counter. In the village where she currently resided, the majority of the population consisted of humans, with only a small number of Demons and Vampires living there.

Picking up a ripe red tomato, Myra inquired, "How much is it for two kilograms?"

"Twelve copper coins, young lady," replied the vendor.

Shaking her head in disapproval, she haggled, "Twelve? Make it nine."

The old man shook his head, "That's not possible, ma'am. These are freshly picked ones, and I can't sell them for anything less."

"I'll go buy it elsewhere then!" Myra exclaimed, pretending to leave. "Come on, Tim."

The vendor, sounding desperate, called out, "Wait...wait! I'll make it eleven copper coins for you."

Myra continued her negotiation, "Fine, let's settle for ten coins then."

With no other choice, the old man agreed to her offer.

After another two hours or so, Myra began her journey back home, carrying a heavy bag. She had sent Timothy home about half an hour ago with two more bags, as her uncle needed his assistance at the shop for some urgent work.

Out of the fifteen silver coins she had been given, Myra had spent twelve, managing to save three coins for herself. She considered herself fortunate in that regard, as her aunt never bothered to ask for the change.

As she walked halfway home, the rain began to pour, urging her to quicken her pace. Determined to reach home before getting completely drenched, she hurried along.

Most of the men and women who were walking and talking leisurely on the roads hurried on to their homes, some even ran towards nearby buildings for shelter. A very few of them were standing out there in rain and Myra was one among them.

Her foot steps was splashing one after the other against the rainy ground. Muddy water swashed on the bottom of her skirts dirtying it each time she stepped on a puddle.

Instead of taking the usual route back home, Myra decided to take a short cut, even though she knew that the road there was not safe. Most of them avoided it as there were many instances in the past where people walking through that path were mugged or worse killed.

Desperately praying the gods to keep her safe, she walked through the narrow road filled with over grown grasses. Fortunately, the sky hadn't turned dark yet, for it would have been even more dangerous for a young woman to walk alone through that route at night.

With her heart thumping loudly, she literally brisked up her pace. She was expecting the path to be empty, but much to her surprise or rather to her disappointment she came across three men fighting against one.

She saw a hunky handsome man with jet black hair grabbing two other men by their respective hairs, pulling it harder before clashing their heads one against the other as if he was banging two cymbals instead of two heads. There was this strange aura emitting around him.