Fire. The settlement is now burning. Fire is always effective in attacking pces. It prevents people from hiding inside their own homes. It makes everything brighter and easy to see and that is also one downside of attacking with fire. There is a higher chance of other people noticing the situation. Even in the dead of night, seeing a huge cloud of bck smoke is enough to worry anyone. So, it is now just a matter of luck if anyone would notice it and come to help.

  “Even from here, I can hear them. Their screams, their sadness, and their despair.”

  I watch them from my vantage point. This is all too easy for these ruffians. They may not be skilled and they are certified fodder but even they are stronger than normal people. There are a few of them that try to fight back but it is hopeless in this situation. What they need is a hero. Someone who can become a symbol of justice that would be a beacon of their hope. Someone to step up and fight back without dying. They need a protagonist or even just an important character.

  “How boring. This is truly boring.”

  Of course, fate is utterly cruel. There is no one to help these poor souls. No one to save the mother watching her husband killed in front of her. Nothing to help the daughter watch these men kill her father in front of her. There is no one to help any of them. I watch this scene with my eyes and look inside myself. Nothing. I feel nothing. Ah, I have truly lost it. I would think that there is some humanity left in me. A part of me that would feel horrible. Some small part that would have regret in this outcome.

  “Ah, I truly am broken.”

  I speak to myself as I watch it all unfold. Here sitting on my throne looking down at all of them. Just watching with the cold gaze of a supposed higher being. It is way too easy. So many bodies are decimated. The ruffians throw the corpses inside the fmes, making it seem they burned to death. A smart move to cover their tracks somewhat. That must have been an idea from their leader. It is hard to imagine these ruffians having a coherent thought inside of their heads.

  “Is that it?”

  The deaths eventually stop. I see some of the ruffians starting to disrobe, their intentions were clear but luckily for them, their leader stopped them. Such a shame, I would have loved to make Sylvia kill even more of them but that will be find for now. They all gather the remaining women together and they make them all walk. Surprisingly, there is one woman brave enough to fight back. She should have done that earlier as it is too te now. She is quickly subdued and tied up. Her clothes are removed and they drag her by her legs.

  “Let us go. The deed is done.”

  I leave my throne. I will tell the leader to pick it up ter. Everyone gathers to a clearing. All the women are huddled up in the middle, surrounded by the ruffians. The one who fought back kept shouting over and over again.

  “You are annoying. If you do not stop talking, I will let these men have their way with you.”

  Further profanity leaves this woman’s lips. Even dragging my supposed humanity and maidenhood for being in league with these cretins. Unfortunately for her, her insults are nothing more than noise in my ears.

  “You have annoyed me enough. Go take her away and do whatever you want with her. I do not want to see her again.”

  Some of the ruffian’s cheer and surround her. All of us watch as they cut off her tongue and then gag her. Was cutting off the tongue necessary? Then, they slice her ankles. Making sure that she could not run away, how disgusting. Seeing their practiced movements this is how they operate. Of course, father has not told me of such so they must have only brought those who were more obedient and did not require any mutition. Finally, they take her away to do whatever they want with her. It is way too obvious on what it is.

  “Now that it is finally silent again. Do you have somewhere to keep them in, leader?”

  “Of course, midy. We have somewhere near that would serve as a base of sorts. Your father already knows where it is, we only need to keep them there for him.”

  “Good.”

  “I do have a request, midy.”

  “What is it?”

  “These men are wild, you see. They would like to have some help in satiating their desires.”

  Nothing surprising.

  “We would like to request if you would be so kind as to let them have some of the prizes, just to help with morale.”

  “How many did you get?”

  “There are 36 of them here, midy.”

  36. Father did tell me to have at least 50. This is already a good number. There would be 4 more pces that we would attack though so I can afford to give away some of them.

  “Then, choose 16 of them. 20 of them will be for father.”

  “Thank you for your generosity, midy. We shall do our best in the next attack.”

  I look around the woman remaining and none of them are of interest. Some of them do look better than others but that is it. There is no one here I find beautiful. I watch as the leader chooses 16 women to be the meal of the wolves. Each one picked would cry and each of them would be silenced in their own way. Such is the fate of those defeated.

  “Boss! We caught another one! She almost escaped!”

  As I watched, a man is pulling someone towards us. He pushes her and she falls to the ground. I stare at this woman with golden hair. She looks up and her eyes contact mine. A beautiful shade of gold the same as her hair. Ah, how beautiful. I have found someone truly beautiful. It seems my time here would not be so boring after all.

  Nashani