Viktorija Adelyte Kazlauskas

Chapter Eight

Viktorija just looked at the rotting building in front of her with a bored expression, it wasn’t rotting, and she knew an illusion when she saw one. This was something that Etienne would use, so of course she knew what it would look like. Heck, she had seen Page and Launcelot use the same illusions while they were travelling together.

Whoever was using this compound; was hoping that whoever found it had never seen an Atspoguļo Clan illusion. Something wasn’t adding up in her mind, but that was something she could worry about later. Right now, she had to make sure she wasn’t in over her head; she knew that she was only a D-ranked Soldat member.

Maybe she should have told someone; sent a message to Aldona and Azuloas about it. They lived closer to the mansion then she did; they could have prepared for it and she could be safe. But that was not the job she had prepared herself for, if she wanted to be safe, she would have joined one gypsy travelling camp.

She couldn’t tell Ismay, Emilek and Etienne didn’t even know that Nýtt tungl existed. Then there was the problem that neither Ismay nor Etienne knew she was the holder of the Snake of Envy; unlike Sashan, there hadn’t been a massive battle and what she read about the damage, only the forest had taken the hit.

Barely anyone had dead, the village hadn’t been damaged. Yet, they acted like she, or the Snake, had killed their mothers, fathers, children or grandparents. So, it wasn’t like she could tell them about her little burden.

Heck, Emilek would ask her how she knew about it. And that would mean revealing more than she was comfortable sharing with the man, which was nothing. She didn’t want to tell him anything, Mama was hers and no one needed to know about her.

What ticked her, was the fact that there were obvious guards patrolling the area; what type of empty building needed guards? They had to be guarding something, and that would mean there was information that she could steal.

Maybe it’ll be safer, if Viktorija sent her clones in. It was the reason that technique was created, to lower the risks of their people getting killed for gathering information in dangerous places. It just happened to be useful for other things; such as homework.

Unsealing on of the cards that Aldona had given her, she smiled as she remembered Aldona telling her that it would increase the strength of any seal she used with it. Such as her chakra draining and paralysing seals; she was going to have to figure out other seals she could use; or else she was going to become predictable.

Putting the card on the ground; putting her hand on the card both of her seals looping around the entire compound. Afterwards, she would blow up the entire building and leave it to be another horrible memory for any driving past.

“Everyone loves fireworks,” Viktorija whispered to herself.

Closing her eyes, she created twenty clones. Turning towards the building, she waved her hand towards it. The guards were on the ground with faraway looks on their faces; none of them fault human.

They didn’t feel like Hyacintha or Melanthe. They didn’t like the D’loup Direwolf partners ; she didn’t know what they were, so it was safer if they didn’t live through this.

“Alright ladies, every single piece of paper gets sealed away,” Viktorija told them. “I don’t care if they have writing on them, if their a book, scroll or lose. I want all of them.”

Handing each clone, a piece of paper with a storage seal on then, she watched as her clones went into the building. Before looking at the village in front of her; Emilek, Ismay and Etienne were sleeping near Dedrick and Valdemarr; since their second escort were slightly late and it was dark by the time they arrived.

It would take awhile to get to the entire compound, so she looked around at the old rotting buildings and the things that were left behind. Dolls, clothing and dishes; anything that wouldn’t sell because of the blood on them.

“Broken dreams,” Viktorija muttered to herself. “I’ll need to send Azuloas and Aldona a message, they’ll ask Launcelot and Page; they’ll know more.”

Or at least, she could only hope that Page and Launcelot knew more. It wasn’t like she had told them where they were dropping of their client; but what no one knew about this building? Or what if only the leader knew about it?

She’ll know more the moment her clones come back, if none of them were killed. She might be drawing chakra for her seals from her victims, the black thing wasn’t there and that was all that mattered to her in that moment.

Other than her so-called team, Dedrick and Valdemarr’s new escort; no one was within thirty miles of her spot. Even as she laid her hands on the bricks, a woman looking at her sadly from where she stood.

“A ghost,” Viktorija muttered, it would make sense. She wouldn’t be surprised if most of the people killed that night still hang around; blinking she watched as small children played around her feet and adults walked around looking at the ground. “Ghosts. This place is haunted.”

She would find out what happened, if nothing else, maybe Viktorija could come back and give them their peace. She’ll make them pay, if they thought they could get away with killing two hundred people, then they hadn’t met Viktorija Adelyte Kazlauskas.

She didn’t know how long she had watched the scene before, but as quickly as it appeared; it went away, and she was left alone among rotting buildings. The sun was slowly making its way up and Viktorija just blinked; she knew that she couldn’t sleep during new moons.

And it had been a new moon last night, no wonder she went wondering and didn’t feel tired even if she hadn’t slept a wink. Her clones had dropped off her seals next to her as she stared off into space, she had twenty seals.

She would have to look at them, sealing them into the leather bracelet that Aldona had given her, she started walking back to where Emilek was talking to Etienne.

“Viktorija,” Emilek greeted.

“Went for a small walk,” Viktorija told him, she wouldn’t tell him about the compound or the village, but she still needed to blow it up. When it happened, all three of them looked at the firework lighting up the morning sky.

“What’s the celebration?” Ismay asked them as she looked up.

“That you’re finally leaving,” Viktorija muttered.

“Etienne, Ismay, pack up,” Emilek told them, Ismay muttering to herself as she went to pack up her staff. “New Moon?”

“New Moon,” Viktorija told him. Dedrick and Valdemarr waved her goodbye before they left with their new escort. “We should leave.”

“We should be home sooner,” Emilek told her.

Viktorija highly doubted it, since Ismay would slow them down and she’ll more vocal about it since they didn’t have a client with them. But if Emilek wanted to believe that, then she’ll allow Ismay to the one who popped his bubble.