The Ancient Genes Chapter 21
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Even after waiting for a minute, Max got no response. So, he decided to knock on the door.
But as he touched the door, it opened with a creaking sound.
Huh..
'Why is it open?. Did he forget to lock the door?'
Pushing the door a bit, he decided to step in to look around for a person, as he really didn't want to waste his money on a second trip.
"Hello, is anyone in here..." he called, in hopes of getting a response. And he got one. But sadly, that was the system.
« Threat Detected »
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Some Place in Arcane.
In a room, several girls from 5 to 20 years of age were currently being held.
A particular girl among those girls was especially eye-catching.
It was the black-haired campus Belle of the Academy.
Lisa Walker.
The little girls in the room were all in tears, crying for their Mom and Dad, while the others were little better than them.
Nervousness and fear covered all their faces.
...
After a few minutes, Lisa finally gained her consciousness.
She seemed to get a shock on finding herself in an unfamiliar place. But she calmed down, remembering the earlier events.
It wasn't troubling her, instead she was imagining the condition of those guys after they would be caught.
After all, those people would have definitely given a second thought to kidnapping her if they knew about her true identity.
Now, it was all about time. She just had to wait for help to arrive. After all she had a tracker on her.
A smile formed on her beautiful face at her thoughts. But that lasted only a moment.
The tracker she was actually depending on was the pendant she left on the door of the dressing room.
'What do I do now? I have to get out of this place somehow.' With that thought, she scanned the room and failing to find anyone else beside the captured girls, she slowly started to gather mana in her body, planning to free herself from her bindings.
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'No.. this is bad.' A tense expression covered her features as she was unable to gather mana.
I forgot, these guys had formation masters.
Noticing the sweat forming around her forehead, a little girl who appeared to be less than 10 years in age spoke.
"Sister, are you okay? Don't worry, my Daddy told me that whenever a girl is in trouble, a hero will come to her rescue. When my hero comes, I will ask him to save you too."
Listening to the cute little voice, Lisa turned around to find a small girl with brown hair.
Looking at her face and brave expression.Lisa wiped out her sweat, before speaking with a smile and puffing out her chest.
"This big sister here is not worried at all. You just need to watch how I beat those bad guys up and save you even before your hero arrives."
"No, I want my hero to save me. I have already waited for a week. I don't mind waiting a bit longer." She spoke with knitted brows which made her look very cute.
"What? You have been here for a week?" Lisa couldn't help but asked with wide eyes.
"Yes, we have. It appears to be our last few days here." The tall girl next to Lisa spoke with sadness on her face.
"What do you mean?" Lisa spoke as she felt an ominous foreboding.
"I heard them talking about completing their job and that they would be transporting us. Most of us have already lost our hope after 2-3 days of captivation. But this little girl still believes in her hero. I am really jealous of her. If it wasn't for her constant blabbering, I might have gone insane." The girl spoke with a look of helplessness and jealousy in her eyes.
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Listening to the girl, Lisa realised that the situation was much drier than she thought that to be.
But, in the midst of all of that, that little girl had definitely shown something which was not possible by many people.
"I didn't get to know your name, cutie." Lisa spoke with a smile on her face.
"Ah!, I am Mia Roze, 8 years old." The little girl replied as she realized that she forgot to introduce herself.
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A row of books were stacked beside Elly, a vase lay beside that which was filled with Xyntheria flowers. A seal that belonged exclusively to the Headmaster was left unattended atop a parchment.
A tall and handsome man in his mid 30s was sitting in front of her. He had a deep frown on his face. And a heavy atmosphere prevailed in the cabin.
"H..Head..m..master, I...I.."
She tried to speak. But the words didn't leave her mouth as tears started to flow out of her reddened eyes.
"You can leave now. I will handle the matter. And don't speak about it to anyone." He raised his hand, pointing toward the door.
"Risel, take her back to her dorm and keep an eye on her."
Hearing the instruction, the maid in the room walked towards her to escort her towards her dorm.
.....
'I couldn't believe myself. Why did Elly use that teleportation formation on me? It would have been better if I was caught in her place.
I don't even have anyone beside grandpa who worries about me.'
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Max looked at the man lying on the ground in front of him as blood continued to ooze out of the sword gashes on his body.
Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he slowly reached for the dagger in his sleeves.
But the man in front of him didn't seem to have any patience because he could see the sword in his hand approaching his head at lightning speed.
And a thought crossed his mind.
Is this the end?
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