Chapter 17: Moving on
While Lance and the Count were lying unconscious on the ground, Olga could hold her temptations of chasing after the Count no more, as she crushed the restraints she herself placed on her inside the castle.
“Master! I am coming!” Olga rushed on her own out of the castle, knocking unconscious both supernatural and human, that dared stay in her way.
Like an unstoppable force of nature, Olga ran through the forest in a straight line knocking down trees, smashing rocks, anything that would slow her down was obliterated.
When she reached the area where the residual magic was still strong, she found both Lance and the Count on the ground. Her once rapid pace slowed to a steady walk, as she tried to understand what had happened.
“AHHH! What happened here? Lance is covered in blood and Master looks stiff as a board!?” Olga said while moving towards them.
“Well, Lance is dead.” Ignoring Lance altogether, she simply stepped on his body forcing some of the wounds to reopen as she went by her masters side.
“AH! Master…no…he is also dead!” Unlike with Lance, she stood on her knees removing the dust of off his clothes, as she gently grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse.
Her miserable cry, turned into a small whimpering as she stripped the Counts upper clothes off of him. When the Count finally woke up, he saw Olga draining his blood into a small recipient, with another 3 behind her filled with the red liquid.
“My God! Are you trying to kill me?” The Count said with shock easily perceived from his voice, as he quickly pulled the tube that was draining blood from his veins.
“Master…what…oh no! Sorry I thought you were dead…and… I wanted a memento of you.” Olga tried to push the bottles filled with his blood as far away as possible.
“I am glad you didn’t take something more substantial as a memento.” The Count said with a sigh of relief, as he noticed only his upper clothing missing.
“By the way, what happened here?” Trying to change the subject, Olga pointed towards the massive rubble of soil and stone towering at least a hundred meters.
“Here? We had an encounter with a Titan.” The Count said without any weight being placed on his reply. Expecting Olga to have had the same reaction.
“It’s a miracle you survived!” Olga said as she hugged the Count.
“No, it’s a miracle it escaped.” The Count said with anger.
Seeing the sun set on the land ravished by their fight with the Titan, the Count decided it was time for him and Lance to move on to their next destination, but for that he had to get rid of Olga.
“Olga, can I ask you something?” The Count said with a simpering voice.
“Hmm, yes?” Olga replied with a bit of hesitation.
“Stare into my eyes!” By the time he uttered this sentence, Olga was already under his spell.
Captured by his spell, Olga fell to the ground unconscious, still holding tightly one of the Counts arms in her hand. Releasing himself from Olga’s grip, he grabbed Lance and took him towards the setting sun, turning one last time to thank Olga for all her services.
“Worry not Olga, we will meet again! I will pray for your safety.”
Time moved forward and after 2 weeks, Lance and the Count were riding on a lonely road in the middle of a wasteland inside a horse wagon heading for a nearby town.
