Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

"What are you?" The Nilma tribe chief asked after the gag was removed from the arsonist's mouth.

"..." The arsonist just looked at the Nilma chief with his condescending slit eyes without saying a thing.

The chief sighed, but before he could do anything, Zach raised a hand.

"May I?" The chief raised an eyebrow. He was suspicious but not wary of Zach. He was someone who had let the Empire behind, but if Visla was to be trusted, he didn't do it because he wanted the barbarians to win the war or anything. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

He just thought it would be more efficient to work on this side. Curious to see what the young man would do, the Nilma chief gestured for Zach to do whatever it was he had planned to do.

Maybe this kid from the Empire had a special trick or technique.

That wasn't it.

Zach punched the arsonist right in the face, breaking the latter's nose with a nasty crack. Thick blood seeped out of both nostrils as the arsonist glared at Zach. He spat at Zach's feet.

The Nilma chief and Visla were a little disappointed. Getting him to talk wouldn't be that easy so Zach was just venting his anger.

However, they noticed something. There was something damming up the arsonist's nose. Aside from the first few drops that slipped out, no more blood came out. It wasn't because he had stopped bleeding or had healed.

The snake-like arsonist felt it as well.

The blood from his broken nose was being stopped from exiting there. As it overflowed, it went back up and in. It was a bad break, too, so there was a lot of blood.

The arsonist tried to clear his throat from the blood that poured into it by spitting out a mouthful of blood, but that wasn't enough. More blood came and replaced what he managed to get out, clogging his throat.

With blood filling his throat, mouth, and nose, the arsonist couldn't breathe.

He was choking on his own blood.

The Nilma chief gave Zach an appreciating look as the arsonist leaned forward and tried to pour the blood out of his throat. But kneeling and with his hands chained behind him, it wasn't easy. It became impossible when Zach put a foot on his shoulder and tilted him back, forcing him to look up.

The arsonist coughed and spluttered, the blood in his mouth bubbling as he tried to speak and breathe, inhaling the blood into his lungs.

"I think that's enough." The Nilma chief took a step forward.

Killing the arsonist was natural. And watching him suffer was an added bonus. But they still had to drain him of information. Who was he? What did he want? When they had those answers, they could continue.

Zach removed the barrier blocking the flow of blood and let the arsonist lean forward again to puke and clear his throat and mouth.

"Ready to talk? You don't have to if you don't want to." Zach knelt and picked the arsonist's head up by the hair on the back as he looked into his snake-like eyes. He could see the intent to spit sticky blood in his face. He headbutted the arsonist before ramming his head into the ground and stepping back. A barrier made sure the arsonist was the only one affected by the headbutt.

After a moment, a low chuckle escaped the arsonist's mouth, his face still against the ground.

"What am I you ask?" He asked mockingly as he looked up. He continued chuckling while shaking his head.@@novelbin@@

"That's the wrong question."

"What's the right question, then?" Zach asked.

The arsonist was silent for a moment as he looked into Zach's eyes.

"How far you can run. That's what you should be asking."

Zach's eyebrows rose slightly. Dealing with nutjobs was always interesting.

"I can run pretty far, so I don't see why I need to be asking that."

The arsonist looked the side and into the distance as if he could see through the tent's fabric and toward the horizon before turning back to Zach with a grin.

"It's too late anyway."

Zach, the Nilma chief, and Visla gave the arsonist a skeptical look before looking and sensing in the direction he had gazed. They couldn't sense anything.

"Too late for what?" Visla asked with a frown.

The arsonist just met the question with a grin.

It seemed that not even almost drowning in his own blood had been enough to scare the arsonist into talking. He wasn't scared of death or he didn't think they would actually kill them.

The Nilma chief sighed and fished out a dagger. He held it by the blade and with the handle toward Zach and Visla.

"Do either of you want to do the honors?" He asked.

"I would." Visla raised her hand and accepted the dagger. Zach didn't have any objections.

After taking a deep breath, Visla plunged the dagger into the arsonist's chest, stabbing his heart. She pulled it out and stabbed him on the other side of the chest, and then finally a third time in his throat.

It wasn't the painful death he deserved, but it was a death nonetheless. What irritated her was the nonchalant grin lingering on his face.

"Annoying bastard," she spat at his corpse as the breath left it. She wiped the dagger on a cloth prepared by the guard before handing the dagger back to the Nilma chief. She was about to ask 'What now?' when a shockwave hit the camp, blowing a majority of the tents and most loose items into the air, including the one they were in.

Instnantly the maids assumed a position in front of Zach while still letting him see what was going on.

An area on the border of the camp had turned into a crater, a few of the tents included.

In the center of that crater was a person with long dark hair, snake-like eyes and scales on his cheeks. He was looking at Visla.