Chapter 133

Third Person's POV

Despite her pleas, Geraldine's sword never wavered. She launched at the young man once again, aiming for his head. Amaya could only wonder what could've happened for her to get so angry. There was no way she could stand by. She jumped off the horse and charged between them. 

"STOP"

Both of them froze like statues, losing control of their bodies. Amaya walked over to Geraldine and chopped her at the back of her neck. She crumpled into a heap in Amaya's arms, her sword dropping. 

"Who are you? Why do you interfere?"

Naturally, the people of the mountain tribes spoke another language. The miscommunication might have been a reason for their fight. 

"She is someone very important to me. It would be better not to attack her"

"If you know our language, then you must know she is one of the heretics!"

"Heretics? That's a fancy word for someone who won't bend to your will"