V3: Chapter 47: Two Little Wimps
“Yes, we’ll always be partners!”
Laura’s voice gradually regained its confidence, her eyes sparkling with a new light. She slowly stood up, her legs still a little weak, but she knew she couldn’t let fear defeat her again.
Octaville finally descended like a ghost, her footsteps light and almost silent.
Gladys and Laura were completely unaware, still immersed in their own little worlds. Night fell, the surrounding darkness like a thick curtain, concealing everything invisibly, even breathing seemed cautious.
“Laura, get up, don’t lie on the ground.” Gladys, glancing at her filthy clothes, reached out to Laura. “It’s nighttime, and it’s cold. You’ll catch a cold. The ground is filthy, and I feel like I stink. Let’s go back and take a hot shower.”
Laura weakly waved her hand, forcing a smile. “I really can’t get up. My legs are cramping. You have no idea how scared I am; I’m shaking all over!”
Gladys shivered, as if a chilling aura was creeping up from behind. She rubbed her arms, goosebumps covering her skin, her heart pounding as if it would explode at any moment. She gripped Laura’s hand tightly, her palms sweating, and whispered, “We have to get out of here quickly and find Lord Tower Master. She actually abandoned us here; how heartless!”
Just as the two of them were gripped by anxiety, Octaville’s voice suddenly rang out from behind, like a chilling wind, sending shivers down their spines.
“Oh, well done, guys, you killed them cleanly. I saw it all.”
Gladys shuddered violently, tears welling up instantly. She cried out in terror, “Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me! My flesh is sour, it doesn’t taste good at all!”
She released Laura’s hand as if pricked by a needle, quickly covering her head with both hands, as if that would protect her.
Laura, who had been halfway up to Gladys’s feet, lost her balance and immediately collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying out, “Ouch, my back!” Her voice was even more pitiful than Gladys’s, as if even the air trembled with her pain.
Octaville was amused by the scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud, a hint of schadenfreude in her voice.
"Oh, I just wanted to remind you that I didn't really abandon you. Actually, I've been observing from the shadows, only intervening when absolutely necessary. You two did very well, although there was a little hiccup, it was completely accidental!"
She looked at Gladys and Laura, a playful smile on her lips.
"Gladys, even though you were the only one dealing with it, Laura, you've improved too. This time your fainting was particularly slow, several seconds later than before, you've really grown!"
This forced praise made Laura smile bitterly.
She knew her own cowardice and timidity, but she was speechless. She felt an unease in the darkness, as if the shadows around her were closing in, gradually devouring her courage.
“Alright, get up now,” Octaville clapped her hands, as if to dispel the gloom of the night. “We need to go deeper into the village and see if there’s anything suspicious. After we’re done, we can go back and take a hot bath. You two are so filthy, it’s unbearable to look at.”
She wrinkled her nose, feigning disgust as she moved aside, keeping a distance from the two women, as if afraid of being contaminated by their filth.
“Laura? What’s wrong with you? Have you been scared out of your wits?” Octaville looked down and saw Laura sitting helplessly on the ground, silent.
Laura finally slowly raised her head, tears welling in her eyes, her face deathly pale.
“Lord Octaville, I think I twisted my back, and now I can’t move at all. Every slight movement feels like being cut with a knife…” Her voice was weak and trembling, as if even speaking was torture.
“Useless.” Octaville covered her cheek, a mixture of helplessness and anger welling up inside her. She knew she couldn’t blame them now.
“Come here, you, carry her.”
She waved to Gladys, pointing to Laura lying motionless on the ground.
“After you carry her, we’ll head into the village. You two just follow behind me; you don’t need to do anything else. I’ll protect you both.”
Gladys hesitated, a little uneasy, but seeing Laura’s helplessness, she gritted her teeth and went over. She bent down and carefully helped Laura up, trying to avoid touching her injured areas.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as possible,” Gladys comforted her, though her voice trembled slightly. She firmly placed Laura’s arm on her shoulder, trying to steady her.
“Thank you, Gladys.”
Laura’s voice was still weak, but the gratitude in her eyes was genuine. Despite her physical pain, the trust she felt in her friend warmed her heart.
“Sigh, two little wimps.”
Octaville couldn’t help but mutter, though she said it aloud, a hint of worry crept into her heart. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be smooth; the shadows of the village were closing in, and she had to take on the responsibility of protecting them both.
So, Gladys carried Laura on her back.
"Lord Tower Master, I thought you were really gone! You scared me to death!"
Octaville walked ahead, Gladys behind her, carrying Laura, chattering incessantly.
This girl is just too talkative, her chatter is irritating.
Although Octaville was also a chatterbox, she was equally annoyed by Gladys.
"Oh dear, I really can't take it anymore, Gladys. Wait a minute, you'll be busy. You'll be carrying Laura to find something different. Save your energy for now; talking all the time is tiring. You'll be in trouble when you get there and have no strength left."
Octaville's words silenced Gladys, who, as if deeply wronged, pouted and quietly followed behind.
Deeper into the village, all they saw were ruins, as if nothing had been left. The eerie church from before was gone; everything looked desolate and deserted, utterly destroyed by the tentacle monster.
"It seems there are no more clues... Lord Tower Master."
Gladys looked desperate to escape, her voice trembling.
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