1051 A Wicked Witch!
Just like that, the Baymardians... No... The Agents, from the eyes of Horus, began their long but risky night against the pirates.
Everyone's face was stern, severe and alert.
"All units Move! Move! Move!!"
Everyone entered the underwater vessels and headed out swiftly.
Tonight would undoubtedly be a fight against the odds.
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Meanwhile, things on land were also getting heated up as well.
On the shores of the Coastal Town, several tanned clammy-skinned Pirates were currently escorting several chained up prisoners towards the ships.
The male prisoners moved on the right, and the female chained prisoners moved on the left alongside each other in agony.
A young Deifer girl gritted her teeth unwillingly after being dragged alongside her mother by these bastard pirates!
She and her mother had been forcefully taken away from their homes after her bastard father listened to his new wife and threw her and her mother out of their home.
According to her father, it was her mother's fault for not giving him an heir all these years.
And now that his new wife had given him a son, he was afraid that her mother would poison the child.
On top of that, his new wife kept saying that they were cursed and needed to leave.
But how could they have known that after getting kicked out, their fate would turn worse?
They went to her uncle's home but were denied permission to step in.
So they had no choice but to sleep on the streets like beggars.
That's right!
They had been kidnapped by some council members when they were still homeless on the street and shipped to this heaven-forsaken town.
And all this time, she had been locked away in some estate dungeon here in this town.
Tonight, it looked like they were finally ready to transport them to some faraway place.
Why?
Why were her and her mother's fates so bad?
Emilia's eyes turned red with hate and unwillingness as the burden of the heavy chains pulled her down.
Each step felt like she was walking on nails towards impending death.
She looked at her sick mother before, and a teardrop slid down her cheeks.
She hated this cruel world.
In this cold weather, they hadn't been given any warm clothes... Not even a Baymardian blanket.
Now, coupled with the musty dungeon air, insufficient food intake, and the wounds from all the whips... this all contributed to why her mother fell seriously ill.
They walked barefoot on the snow while the cold icy chains around their necks, hands and legs pressed against their open wounds, making it harder to advance and even steady their breathing.
~Thup!
The woman behind her crumbled on the floor with her legs completely wobbling about in agony.
Emilia glanced over her shoulder and felt her heart constrict in pain.
"Mama!!!!!"
Emilia turned around, struggling to get close to the fallen woman.
Tears fell uncontrollably as her trembling hands reached for the frail woman.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!!!!!!!"
Her thrilled voice travelled across the cold air, alerting many pirates, who were now annoyed by it all.
One of them revealed a fierce expression with no sympathy whatsoever and took out his whip, marching towards them in anger.
"Get up yah wee lassies!
What the blipping hell do you think you all are doing?
Stop stalling the line and get up!!"
With that, the pirate raised his hand, drawing the long thick whip at the back with so much momentum.
And in the next second, he pulled in forward mercilessly.
"You wee lassies better her up now!!!!"
~Slash! Slash! Slash!~~
"Ahhhhhhhh...Grrrrrrrrrr~~~~
Emilia tried her best not to scream while covering her fallen mother in agony.
~Slash! Slash! Slash!~~
~Shrrrii! Shrrrii! Shrrrii!~~
The sounds of thin pieces of fabric ripping off, penetrated her ears after each whip strike.
Cold.
The deep cold quickly inched its way into her open wounds, making every part of her back feel like it was being sliced with an actual knife
Her entire back became painfully riddled with deep lines that all looked ghastly.
Her once beautiful skin had quickly peeled off, oozing blood from it.
~Grr. Grr. Grr~~
With every strike, her body subconsciously twitched forward as her muscles spasmed out of control.
But no matter how painful it all was, Emilia only smiled and tried to put up a brave front before her terrified mother, whose eyes were all soaked in tears.
"Emi! Move out of the way...
Please... I'm begging you, move out of the way..."
Listening to her mother's pleading but sickly voice, Emilia could only smile gently at the woman who she was guarding.
Seeing this, the woman could only cry more.
It was all her fault!
If she could've just conceived a male child, then her daughter wouldn't have to suffer so much.
It was because of her inability that made her daughter suffer.
Why?
Why was such a useless person like herself brought into this world?
If she had never been born, Emilia would have never come into this cruel world to suffer.
She knew it. It was her fault!
She should have just been thrown into the woods as a child and gotten eaten by some sacred beast.
At least in that way, she would never make her daughter suffer so much since childhood.
Even her blood brother had looked at her with disdain, calling her a wicked witch who refused to give a good man as her husband a child.
Her brother also told her that she should be lucky that her husband hadn't reported her to the council yet, or she would've been burnt to ashes for being so wicked.
Yes. They were right.
She failed to unlock her potential and give her husband a male heir.
It was her existence that was holding her daughter back.
Without her, Emilia would not have had such a terrible childhood.
She, as her mother, was guilty and should just die!!
Yes. With her gone, Emilia would be free.
That's what everyone had told her, and they were right.
It was all her fault! It was all her fault!!!
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With all her strength, she gritted her pale, sickly lips and pushed her daughter away as hard as she could.
~Slash!
"MAMA!!!!!!"
