It's that Helene feared more than anything else. She herself was already in a bad way and now this powerful woman will not hesitate to attack little Hera.
The Baroness caresses herself her slightly sore nose, but more than having one of her favourite dishes on her face, it is the sight of this little girl that makes her unbearable.
[This child already possesses a beauty far superior to all the women I have seen so far. Injustice will be punished because when I think that daddy had to pay 10,000 gold to a small merchant to he agrees to marry me, when I see her, I can't tolerate that this child remains alive.]
"Soldiers, stop, these two peasants and don't forget to seize all these crayfish."
Soldiers are paid to obey without really thinking. Without questioning the legitimacy of their mistress's orders and considering the little girl incapable of posing any threat, they mechanically raise their long swords in the direction of Helene.
"Wait, Baroness, I implore you. Leave the little girl alone. She's only eight years old. At that age, children are still too small to understand the real meaning of what they are saying."
The Baroness, who has just removed the head of a crawfish to suck out the sweetness, waves her hand.
"I don't like you and I appreciate even less the sight of that kid. Soldiers, do what I'm paying you so fatly for. I'll take a few crawfish and return to my fine carriage to eat them in peace."
Helene walks around her stall and tries to make a step toward the Baroness who walks away with about 30 crawfish in her hands, but one of the soldiers blocks her way. The beautiful woman is stubborn, so he pushes her away by hitting her in the shoulder with the pommel of his sword, but when he sees that the pretty woman, who is wrinkling her eyes in pain tries to reach the Baroness again, he kicks her in her breast.
Facing the image of Helen projected 12ft backwards and rolling on the ground, something breaks in Hera's head.
The little Princess, daughter of one of the three Grand Dukes of the h.e.l.l, has always lived in a silk coc.o.o.n. Loved by her adorable father who spoiled her too much, surrounded by servants who had to put up with her whims, even she's one of the Princesses whose destiny is one day to rule the infernal world, she knows nothing of the wickedness that can inhabit the hearts of living creatures.
She likes to have fun, laugh, eat chicken wings, bother others and play with monsters, but today, as Helene spits a mouthful of blood as she struggles to get up, Hera feels a strange current running through her small body.
This feeling might look like the little itch she gets when she invokes her kindergarten, but it's still different. This sensation is more vivid, more intense, more personal, more in adequacy with herself. It'd precisely because this current that is currently flowing through her small body is so comfortable that for the first time in her life, Hera has this strange feeling of really being herself.
…
On this originally, windless morning, bathed in a gentle sun that warming the hearts of Antomea's inhabitants, an unprecedented panic erupts in the small market of a medium-sized town.
Everyone flees in different directions. Men, women and children too scared to look after their own, collide. In order to escape more quickly from this place where the devil has made its appearance, they push their own families to the ground and hit those who obstruct their path. More than a common panic, madness has taken possession of this part of the city known for its tranquility.
The gentle sun has disappeared to make way for a gigantic navy blue and black vortex that seems to have swallowed a part of the sky.
A violent wind, closer to a hurricane than a simple storm, carries away the smallest stalls. Shutters slam against the windows, carried away by the wind, small wheelbarrows crash against fleeing inhabitants, the earth trembles slightly and soon, from the sky come down shapeless ma.s.ses whose sharp claws lacerate even the flesh of mortals.
Discussions between walkers have ceased. Replaced by abominable laments and gloomy cries capable of freezing the blood of every human being and breaking their spirits. Victims of this despair coming from all directions that insidiously infiltrates their souls, the people gradually lose all common sense.
Faced with the brown child with red eyes like rubies whose body is surrounded by an aura darker than ink and who floats 5ft above the ground, the four soldiers, who are struggling not to sink into dementia, retreat in fear.
The soldier responsible for Helene's pain, tries to take cover behind the stall of a vegetable merchant, but before he has time to react, the child teleports himself in front of him and her little hand comes to rest on his forehead.
"You're bad and because you're bad, I'm going to punish you."
(Boom) Unlike the tetanized civilians who fall to their knees as the pieces of the soldier's brain fall back into the little pool of blood, the other three men use this moment to separate and flee in different directions.
Unable to pursue them all at the same time, the little girl, surrounded by the black aura, sets her eyes on Helene whose mouth refuses to close. After giving her a big smile, her gaze wanders through all those people who didn't move when this nice woman was being brutalized by those nasty men.
"Levitation."
Just a moment ago, after receiving that kick from the now deceased soldier, she was kneeling on a clay ground and, now, she looks at that same ground that is getting further and further away. Both stunned and shocked, Helene looks at the little brown girl without knowing what she should think of such a turn of events.
"You're all useless. When that bad man attacked Helene, none of you came to her defense. Caius says we have to take care of women and those weaker than us. Papa says the weak are just good to be exterminated. So, by making soup with the words of those I consider the two nicest people in my life, you're even more useless weaklings than Stincky tiger. Useless weaklings who don't stand up for the weak and the women. Therefore, I will punish you."
"Fifth vow of the Royal h.e.l.l Family...
She thought that by staying safe in her carriage, nothing could reach her, but the many blood stains on her pink robes from lacerations on her waist, arms, and right cheek, are there to prove her wrong.
In order not to attract the attention of the citizens of her region who no longer even try to run away, but fight with everything they can get their hands on, the Baroness pulls the curtain very lightly on his carriage. In the face of the abominable reality that she would rather deny, she regrets not having run away sooner.
Demoralized, her eyes land on her necklace, a family treasure of SS rank, capable of repelling the most powerful mental attacks, and looking up to the sky, she regrets having bothered this child whose two arms are raised towards the centre of the vortex which is turning faster and faster on itself. Not doubting that her last hour has come, she sighs and tears the head off one of her crayfish.
... Original Chaos"
All citizens of Antomea living within 80 miles of the medium-sized city have ceased their activities. Eyes raised to the part of the sky darker than the night that seems to want to engulf their world, all of them are on their knees, imploring various deities to come and save them.
Through the window of his office, Caius fears to know who is responsible for this attack whose power he can feel so here, far exceeds that of the most powerful mages of the kingdom. In reality, although he wishes more than anything that he is wrong, he is convinced that this devastating spell, whose deep darkness surpa.s.ses even that of their heroine, The eternal young woman from the people of the Three Moons of Kur, will take away part of the region it covers.
(BOOOOOOM) To the sound of a deafening explosion quickly followed by a blast that shakes all the surrounding trees, Caius closes his eyes. Above his head, swarms of panicked birds swoop down to hit the windows of Griven's high houses. As if they have gone mad, the animals and monsters of the surrounding forests scream incessantly.
With his eyes always directed towards the immense vortex that slowly dissipates, Caius' heart tightens. Seeing Gina's team frozen in amazement at the foot of the guild, he decides to react quickly.
"Jean, Gina, Branco, follow the direction of this vortex. I believe my Hera must be in this sector. If you can bring my little angel back to me, ten gold is yours."
[No, as long as I still have a breath of life left in me, I won't allow that b.a.s.t.a.r.d king and his army of c.o.c.kroaches to harm my precious little girl.]
"Oyo, we're on our way, master!"
