The Jolly Tunnel

The armored-plated drunkards, three of them, in fact, came out of their hiding. Spears and swords, each had their weapons of preference. Wonky vision and immobile movements, this was the result of drinking without a halt.

"Is... Is Rich okay?" One of the guards said as their emotions seem to be a bit twisted due to alcohol.

"Yeah... yeah yeah, he's okay..." The guard answered as finally saw the shine of the moonlight by the entrance.

They finally left the mine entrance as they saw a body in armored-suit. Although no helmet, since they never expect an attach, a pool of blood dripped from the unguarded neck.

The man's blonde hair dyed in red. Eyes open as the pupils stayed in shock from the sudden surprise. So were the guards that observed the corpse of their comrade as their eyes widened open.

"I-isn't that Rich?"

One of the guards pointed with a shivering body. The fear seems to have washed up their mind thanks to their out-of-controlled emotions.

Suddenly, a black figure ran and appeared squatting down in front of them. The posture was that of a man, laying his carefree hands on his knees. The man held a knife on one of his hands as it dripped blood.

The guard's drunkness made them immobile and inflexible as they didn't see the man squatting in front of them until later. It wasn't long until they noticed he stood up with his hand-held knife on their comrade's throat.

They didn't know who it was as the face was covered in a black cloth, only its red eyes were visible from up close.

That is when their fight-or-flight response triggered completely. A late delay as the obvious option was to run. Yet, their tipsy body gave them a hard time running, turning a diagonal as their vision was blurry and shaky.

"Peekaboo!"

The man jumped from the guard's side as he felt a hole in his throat. He fell with a gushing neck and instantly died. Unable to shout for help due to the damaged voicebox, he silently and painfully died.

The last one lost its balance as he fell down the ground. Not wearing the proper attire was a mistake in their part, especially when their helmet is absent, the throat is an easy flesh to slice open.

The guard tried to stand up as he felt someone stepping behind him as he was pushed back to the ground.

"Too bad this kind of alcohol doesn't fix this kind of wound."

The blackened figure said in a woman's voice as the guard's eyes opened, only to be stabbed behind his neck as he gurgled, trying to shout for help. Yet, he died a really bad one, it happened so quickly that they didn't even have the chance to shout.

"Now then?"

What looked like a man to them, was a woman that covered her face. Lady Elise jumped off the body as she calmly walks inside the mine.

...

Lady Elise went inside to see that other than the standby guard's room, it's a big and spacious room, supported by pillars of sturdy wood. She appeared in what looks like the beginning of the maze, as there were three entrances on each side.

"That damn Evron. Even though the Earl was my target, he dared order me around and look for this said Slave Trade. He gave me the tip that it might be in the peasant's territory but to think he was right..."

Lady Elise muttered as she started biting her nail once again. Although she didn't want to be ordered around, she was having a lot of fun.

She calmed down to focus on her hearing senses, closing her eyes to sharpen it. She focused one entrance at a time, taking pre-caution and picking the right entrance where there are a lot of people.

Why a lot of people?

You know why... She was expecting to start a massacre since this is her first time in this world to kill again but when she used her hearing, she heard a lot of cries in the middle entrance.

The crying of what sounds like children to women. The screaming from men and the whipping sound that came before it. Her ears told true to her, so she finally took something out of her pocket.

A red crystal, forme in a flat hexagonal shape. It is a communicator that uses a power that they call Mantra, it is what fixed her arms and removed the scarring in only four days.

Using what the books said, Lady Elise focused her inner self and directed it into the crystal. It glowed a mystic red as a reddish hologram of Evron's face appeared.

"I found the slaves, where are you now?"

Lady Elise said as Evron sounded troubled like they were in a battle by someone as swords clash and people yell. It looked like they were in a war of some sort, as screams of people before the sound of a sword piercing their body was heard in the background

"Good... My friends, defend the border! You, ready the national crystal and the five of you, aide Lady Elise in destroying the slave trade."

Evron commended Lady Elise as he turned around to command people. After that, he looked like he was in a rush, turning quickly towards Lady Elise and bowed to her, thanking her.

"Thank you, Lady Elise."

"So how long until the aides arrive?"

"Maybe 10 minutes?"

"Too slow, I'll kill some time until they arrive."

"Hey wait, don't be rash—"

Just after Evron started exclaiming Lady Elise, she quickly turned it off and kept it back inside her pocket. She started walking towards the right entrance, where the sounds look like there are people laughing and singing, and with a dagger in her hands, she's expecting to have lots of fun.

...

On the right side of the room, it looked like a secret club you find at the side of a building. Although there was no disco ball, there were certainly alcohol, music, woman, and drugs.

The place looked like a fog appeared as the smoke covered the entire place. Men latched on to women and were kissing in a really erotic way and some are even having sex in the open. Some were holding alcohol and some were holding to the ground, unconscious.

There was a small wooden stage where there was music. A piano, a bass, and a singer. It's like that exclusive club where only the people of the highest rank could enter, but when you look at the people, they look like bums that are struggling to survive.

Poor clothing, tattered, and dusted.

Poor hygiene, dirt on the face, crooked and brown teeth.

Poor health, some skinny, some overly obese.

It's like an ugly bastard's birthday party.

The singer was a beautiful woman. Dressed up nice like any other people in this room, brown flowing hair and scrumptious-looking cherry lips. The breast was at least a B cup, but her thin figure complimented it.

The other woman was naked and some don't even look like alive, laying down on the floor.

"Hey beauty, come here and give papa a warm kiss."

A fat one shouted out to the singer, the only guy that actually has decent clothing although his face is questionable. He looks like the boss of the place, or more likely in charge. It can also be considered if he's a noble guard or not.

The singer looked at him with discomfort, unsure if she has the strength to lose her morality over an ugly pig. So she didn't listen, but she looked worried.

The fattie, of course, did not like the fact he was ignored by someone he invited. His nerves popped out as he called for the singer one more time.

"Hey baby, I said come here!

The fattie got angry as he smashed the table in front of him, making the band crew jump out of fear that the music temporarily stopped. The singer has no more choice. If she disobeys the boss, she might get killed. The other slave traders are watching too.

The singer's body was shaking. Taking close steps to get down from the stage and towards the pig that called her. Her arms were closed and held her hands, and her head was looking below.

"Now, that's a good girl. Come to papa!"

The fattie shouted as he grabbed the singer by the shoulder. He pulled him close as he pulled his tongue out of his mouth and closed his eyes, while the singer slowly backing away. Hoping that his blackish-red tongue doesn't touch her face.

"Come now, give daddy a french kiss—"

The fattie said while wiggling his tongue towards the singer.

The singer was trying to avoid it as much as possible, but it was only a matter of time. Yet, when his tongue was nearing her face, the singer was suddenly drenched in blood as she noticed the tongue went flying in the air.

The singer was startled as the pig's blood bathed the singer. Causing her to scream at the top of her lungs!