Rosie's Games

Chapter 161: Thun of Raston Empire 1

"It is coming for us," Rosalind said. She looked back to where the others were and then towards the Duke. "It might be coming for this little one."

"A beast" he uttered while looking at her intently. It was as if he was observing her, trying to stare into her soul.

"I don't have time to explain." She approached the little tiger, picked it up then held the Duke's hand. "We should go."

"That is not where the carriages are."

"We have no time, " Rosalind said as she started pulling him away from where the carriages were waiting. The Duke could easily fight the beast coming for them, but she did not want to drag the others into this fight. "We need to get away."

To her surprise, the man just let her guide him away from the carriage.

"The snow is thick we can use the trees if you want to."

"Use the trees?" she looked up. The branches of the trees around them were at least three to four meters high.

"Let's go," he held her waist, pulled her against his body then jumped up to the nearest branch.

"How" this was not the first time that she saw him do something like this but she still could not understand how was he able to jump that high. Was he a hybrid of a human and a beast? She heard that the people of the North could do all sorts of things, but it was not something a human could easily do.

Without saying a word, he jumped to the next branch then onto the next.

"There is a problem," Rosalind said. The beast actually stopped moving toward them.

"What is it?"

"Can't you sense that?" she asked.

"What?" he looked confused.

"That the beast is angry." She could not see what it was, but she knew that the beast felt anger. Her brows furrowed, her eyes found his. "The beast is not far away from us and something is wrong with it."

"Is it the demonic tiger?" he asked.

"No. It was something else. We should go"

"Go where?"

"That way," she pointed in the direction where the beast stopped.

For a moment he looked at her then he complied without asking any questions. She expected him to ask questions, but he never did. Instead, he just did what she told him to do. This was a type of trust and she knew it. She could feel it in the way he looked at her. This action was something that was a product of his curiosity.

The man was confident that he could defeat the beast, so he had no problems going in the direction where the beast was. He did it, not because he trusted her words, but because he wanted to know what it was that she felt.

Still, being curious was better than being shut down because he was concerned for her safety.

Not long after, the two of them could start to hear growling and the sound of fighting.

Rosalind looked at Lucas and, just as she expected, he was already frowning. He too had heard the sound of swords colliding against each other.

He then stopped.

"Ten people are ahead of us," he said. "They are fighting a large beast."

Rosalind nodded. She could sense the people and the beast but she could not tell their exact numbers.

"Let's go," Rosalind said. "I can I can bend the light." The forest is definitely darker but she could take advantage of the fact that they are staying in the branches. "Higher," she whispered and he was quick to comply.

Once they were higher, the light around her also increased. Bending light wasn't going to be a problem.

Rosalind used her light Blessing to hide their location. She was well aware that bending the light could only affect one's eyes and not their nose so she wasn't exactly surprised to see that the beast seemed to react to their arrival. It growled in their direction.

Now that she was closer, she could now clearly see the beast.

The beast looked like a dog but bigger, and it had wings and two horns on its head. Its eyes were red and there was a noticeable circular object on its tail. The object looked like a black rock except it had spikes?

Rosalind shivered when the spike hit one of the people fighting against it. The man was thrown against a nearby tree, vomited blood then fainted. There were spikes lodged in the man's black clothing.

The dog let out a deep guttural growl before it avoided someone's sword and then attacked another man nearby.

"That is a different type of wolf," Lucas said. "Smaller than normal wolves yet fiercer. They do not run in packs but they could easily kill ten men. Their skins are as thick as iron and even a weapon made from the North cannot easily penetrate them. However, this wolf is weak because of its age. It should be only a few months old."

Rosalind nodded. She saw one man attack the dog from behind but when the sword hit the dog's skin, it broke. It actually broke! This was the skin of a beast that was only a few months old!

"But those people are not trying to kill that wolf," Lucas uttered.

"What do you mean?"

"They clearly have the skill to kill it. Instead, they are trying to hit its legs and tail. They might be trying to capture it."

"Capturing a demonic beast?" One hit from a demonic beast could give them a curse. Were they out of their minds?

"Yes."

As if on cue, one of the guys who were fighting the beast shouted. "We don't have time! Cripple it! Target the legs and get rid of that tail!"

"They know what they are doing," the Duke muttered. "Cutting the tail could easily cripple a wolf like that."

Rosalind frowned before she glanced at the little tiger in her hand. "You said that the red tiger earlier was injured by someone?" she asked. He specifically said 'someone'.

"A sword wielder," Lucas said. "But the one who injured the tiger is not one of them."

"Her Blessedness is coming! Hurry!" one of the men fighting against the wolf said. "Hurry! Cripple it!"