Levian Gets Caught

“Superior!” The soldier stationed on the second floor stiffened and saluted as a woman in a dark officer’s coat descended from the top floor. She was tall, built with lean muscle, and carried a leather whip coiled around her waist like a venomous snake.

“Are you leaving now?” He asked. Her leaving the office meant only one thing—a visit to the basement cell.

She gave him a sharp nod. “How are things this afternoon?” Her eyes swiftly swept across the corridor before settling back on him.

“Everything’s fine for now,” the soldier replied. Just then, another soldier who had returned to his duty also approached them.

“Good afternoon, Superior!” He saluted her.

“Hnn.” She gave a slight nod, turned around, and walked to the stairs leading to the basement.

“For some reason, the superior seems irritated today, doesn’t she?” the soldier who had just arrived whispered.

The other soldier momentarily hesitated and called after her, “Superior?”