Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me!
Chapter 65: I Have Something Even Better in Mind

Chapter 65: I Have Something Even Better in Mind

Sharon’s POV—

There were a lot of people around me. Some of them were talking; some of them were drinking and others were... doing something else. I don’t know what they were doing but... they were doing something, I guess. I looked ahead and saw the receptionist talking with someone.

I walked towards and stood near the counter.

"... I think you should do that mission. It will give you a lot of rewards if I may say," said the receptionist. Judging from her tone, she is trying to persuade this guy into accepting this mission.

Most of you must wondering one thing. ’Why am I here?’ To answer this question, we have to go back to my novel once again. Demons are not allowed into human territories, especially into Charatshore empire. So, Aerila devised a plan. She built a guild and used it for monitoring the empire. Basically, from outside it appears like a normal guild which issues missions and does other guild-specific stuff. But from inside, it acted as a fortress for the demon queen on the empire’s soil.

Aerila acted as the guild leader. But she had used a fake name. Her name was quite infamous among the humans. On top of that, her name was not a very common name. People might become suspicious of her identity. So, she used the name ’Cecilia.’ I have to say it wasn’t a very creative name, and was oddly similar to her real name.

"NO! I WILL NOT! GOING THERE WILL WARRANT A DEATH ORDER FOR ME!" yelled the man, with an angry tone. Then he turned and walked out of the building.

The receptionist sighed, "No one’s taking this mission," she turned towards me, "I have never seen you before. Are you here to register as a mercenary?"

I shook my head in denial. "I am not. I am here for some other purpose," I said.

The receptionist raised her eyebrows at me. She scrutinized me from top to bottom and said, "You are wearing a hood. Shouldn’t you remove it? It’s very hot in here."

"No, thank you. I am feeling quite cold," I replied.

She laughed at my words. It was full of mockery. Ceasing her laughter, she sneered, "How unique! Everyone in here is feeling hot whereas, you are feeling cold. Tell me, why are you here? If you are here to waste my time, then I will have to ask you to leave."

"I am here to meet the guild master."

"She is not someone who would meet people like you just because ’you’ want to. I think you should go," said the receptionist, disdainfully.

I knew she would behave like this. But I have a trump card hidden up in arsenal. I said, "Blood is red, and roses are red as well. I offer my blood as roses are unwell." It was the password that only high demon officials used when they would want to meet their queen.

The receptionist expression changed. Her body was now completely stiff. She was looking at me with complete alertness. She asked, "Why are the roses unwell?" Her tone was serious.

I replied, "Because the roses don’t grow."

The receptionist nodded and said, "Follow me." Saying that, she started walking. I immediately followed after her. She led me to a hall which had a very gloomy and scary vibe. Going downstairs, we walked a few more steps and stopped in front of a door. She opened the door and motioned me to enter after her.

After she entered, I went into the room as well. When I entered, I saw a woman over 6ft resting on a couch. Her face covered with her long arms. Black was the colour of her hair. Lilacs decorated the room with beauty and made the air around us sweet to smell.

The receptionist said, "Your Majesty, this person wants to meet you. She even knows the password."

"I will handle it, Lola. You can go now," said the woman. Her voice held a bit of hoarseness in it.

The receptionist bowed and left the room. I stood and waited for the woman, whom I think as Aerila, to say something. But she didn’t say anything and kept her face buried in her arms. I swallowed my saliva audibly. The room was so quiet that my heartbeats were like the beats of a DJ. Just when I was about to open my mouth, vines shot out from the ground and wrapped around my body.

"What the fuck!" I screamed in shock and attempted to break out of the vines’ hold. But the more I struggled, the more the vines tightened around my body. Finding it to be futile, I gave up. I could have used my ability but Aerila might take it as a sign of act of war. It’s the last thing I want.

The vines pushed me towards and forcefully made me kneel on the floor.

Aerila finally removed her arms from her face. She looked at me with dark and brooding eyes. Her vines tore apart my hood, revealing my identity to her.

"How daring of you to come here without any security! I never thought that you would personally come to me," said Aerila, with a cold and emotionless tone. She grabbed my throat and pressed it slowly.

"Ack! I-I am h-here to t-talk with you," I tried to reason with her.

"Talk? Your grandfather also said this to my parents? ’I want to talk. I want peace.’ These were his words. But what did he do? He waged a war against us. Do you even know why he waged a war against us?" I shook my head in denial. Her grip tightened. "Your grandfather wanted to take control White River. He told that his empire... your empire lacked salt. That bastard. He used it as an excuse to wage war against us. Do you know that? I AM ASKING YOU! DO YOU KNOW THAT?"

"N-no," I wheezed out.

Aerila’s face twisted in her anger. Her silverish eyes held hatred and disgust for me. She yelled, "HE KILLED MY PARENTS! HE FUCKING KILLED THEM! JUST BY LOOKING AT YOUR FACE, I FEEL UNCONTROLLABLE ANGER. I WANT TO KILL YOU. I WANT TO END YOUR LINEAGE!"

"I-I am s-sorry... but y-you can’t h-hold m-me r-responsible f-for what m-my grandfather did." She tightened her hold even more, making me almost breathless. She was crushing my windpipe.

"Is that so?"

"P-please..."

Just as I thought she was about to crush my windpipe, she released her hold on my neck. I started coughing heavily and greedily sucked in the air. Some tears even leaked from my eyes. I heard her clicking her tongue in disgust.

"So squeamish! I don’t know why did I even expect something from you," commented Aerila.

"*Cough* I-I am..."

"Why are you here?" Aerila crouched down and forced me into looking her eyes. Her nails dug into my face.

"I-I am h-here to s-strike a-a deal," I stuttered.

"Deal? Tch! It seems nothing have changed. Are you here to deceive me just like your grandfather? And attack me after I fell in your trap," Aerila sneered in disgust.

"No! You are wrong!" I immediately denied her accusations.

Aeria smirked, "Hmm... then let’s hear your proposition. I hope you at least have a better proposition then your grandfather. I believe your grandfather died around the time when you were just one year old. Five years after war... five years... and the bastard died." She removed her hands from my face. Her nails were smeared with my blood. She took out a tissue and wiped them in disgust. "Your filthy blood had tainted my hand! Tell me your proposition before I get angry."

"I am here to have a peace talk with you." Fuck! It’s no different from what my grandfather had said.

"What?"

"I mean, I want to sign a peace treaty with you. I believe you want p-peace and as t-the new g-generation... we shouldn’t allow the relationships between our ancestors to s-sour our new ties."

"What did you just say?" Aerila’s words were laced with anger. What did I do again? Why is she angrier than before?"

"I-I am r-ready for a-anything. We—"

"Are you saying that my parents were killed in vain?" she interrupted me. Her words caused me to shiver involuntarily.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING! ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!" Aerila yelled in anger.

"N-n-no, I-I..."

"It seems that I have underestimated you. Your face is so innocent yet, your mind is so vicious. I like beautiful things. So, you had one thing in your favour, which you destroyed it with your words," Aerila smirked wickedly, "I have you now in my hands, right? I have a proposition... a better deal than yours."

"What d-deal?"

"Why don’t you come to my realm? Pay your grandfather debts and maybe I will have a ’peace talk’ with you. Don’t worry... I will not kill you," she pinched my chin, "I have something even better in mind."