Chapter 14 - Cold Eyes | Re:Library

Seletina kept running whilst encouraging her feet, which were by this point dragging on the ground.

“Brother, please be safe!”

Seletina bit her bottom lip and clenched her tiny fist even more. Repentance and regret, the two feelings, jumbled around in her consciousness endlessly.

They shouldn’t have gone out by themselves in the first place. There ought to have been alternatives to the hunt.

Seletina would undoubtedly go to whatever extent to fulfill her dream of becoming a knight.

Can I, however, truly sacrifice my brother’s life for it?

In addition to the risk of boar hunting, it was ridiculous to think that a child of status would be safe roaming through the city unprotected, even when wearing a hood in disguise.

A bitter, sour taste filled Seletina’s mouth.

Her stomach turned over at the mere notion of her brother’s death.

With self-loathing over her stupidity, Seletina ran as quickly as she could.

Seletina finally neared the west gate.

Because it was nearer Buildua’s warehouse district and farther from the main street, this area of town was less populated.

Seletina halted when something attracted her attention. It was a short bow. A short bow lay on the ground.

Seletina quickly moved to it.

After picking it up and carefully inspecting it, she was certain the short bow belonged to the Yennis.

Seletina’s heartbeat quickened.

Her heart was flooded with the hope that her brother was nearby.

Calm down. Don’t rush. It is in these kinds of urgent situations that one should remain calm. Orthus’ thoughts took control, attempting to soothe the burning emotions in the young girl’s heart.

Somehow, Seletina could control her rough breathing and restore her composure.

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She slapped her trembling legs, roughly wiped the torrent of sweat pouring down with the hem of her robe, and looked around.

Numerous arrows lay on the ground.

They’d most likely fallen out of Yennis’ quiver.

Surprisingly, the arrows were evenly spread out in a line, appearing to point in the direction Yennis was headed.

Seletina closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Seletina gently exhaled the stored-up breath as her eyelids, adorned with feminine lashes, slowly opened.

The flames of resolve could be seen burning in her eyes.

Seletina took out the knife she’d tucked away in her pochette and gripped it tightly.

Orthus’ battle-forged instincts told her that this would be her first fight to the death in this body.

“You foolish kidnapper… You will pay dearly for putting my brother… For putting Yennis in danger.”

Seletina muttered.

Her tone was icy and sharp, so much so that it would send shivers down anyone’s spine.

It was definitely not the tone of a young girl.

Seletina ran once more, clutching the knife in her hand.

Her eyes flashed with restlessness and determination, which were soon replaced with a dark, sinister killing intent1.