"Eh? Did brother say to lift this up or just keep it here..."
Ria asked herself, sitting in front of the long black sniper that was set on a high cliff, somewhere within the forest.
Before Jared went to attend to Olsen and his men, he handed the sniper to Ria and told her to find a spot somewhere in the forest nearby where she could get a higher view of her surroundings.
If the situation was different, Jared planned on sending Williams instead.
But that would leave the village without security, and as such, he needed Williams at the village.
Before he left, he gave Ria a bunch of instructions on how she should use the sniper, and she was all for it, most of her excitement being from the fact she could help her brother now.
Then came the time for execution.
Putting one eye close to the scope, she could clearly see her brother and his unwanted guest discussing with one another in the waiting room.
And also, Kiara, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Kiara is here..." She blurted out.
"Really?! Where? I want to see...!"
It wasn't only Ria who was present in the forest. A young man bearing the name Fag also followed; he was supposed to be the one to shoot the sniper.
Removing her eyes from the scope, she turned to the young man, a plain expression playing on her face.
"You know... brother did tell me you were supposed to be the one taking the shots once I give the signal...so why on earth are you all the way over there?"
Fag, hiding behind a tree, chuckled nervously at her comment.
"I thought you wanted to take the shot, Lady Ria," he replied, slowly stepping out.
"Brother, a single shot from this can break my bones; why on earth would I choose to do that to myself? Don't tell me you are scared of this weapon."
"I mean, look at it; it looks so big and long!" Fag covered his face, knees shaking dramatically.
Sigh!
"Hurry up and take your position already. You really don't want my brother pissed if you miss the signal."
Ria calmly moved herself away from there, giving Fag the chance to take the position.
Reluctantly, Fag laid flat on the ground, aiming the scope at Orlando.
At the meeting room, Jared was getting ready to make his move.
He had been waiting to make sure Fag had a clean shot of where he was supposed to shoot.
When it came to a sniper, a single shot to the guts can kill a person, no argument there. But the same can't be said when a person is shot in the leg or arm.
"I'm ready..." Jared said out loud.
Killing Orlando is as easy as walking away; surviving a shot from a sniper was nearly impossible. Yet, Jared didn't want to kill him, at least not yet.
"Bang!"
He flicked his finger.
That was the sign.
The moment Fag saw it, he balanced his shoulder and calmly aimed the sniper before pulling the trigger.
Paaa!
It was loud, loud enough to scare the birds in the vicinity away.
In its wake, a hole in Orlando's leg, blood dripping from it onto the ground.
"I did it," Fag smiled, his thoughts wandering to hugging Ria.
The shocked expression that played on everyone's face was evident.
No one saw the attack; there was no magic, no visual image, only a sound.
Falling to one knee, Orlando placed his palm over his injury to try and stop the bleeding.
"Grrr, my leg..." He grunted painfully, trying to hold back the pain, however hard that was.
"He did it..." Kiara muttered to herself, barely able to tell which way she should be looking.
Was it Jared who just stood there, unmoved by the sight, or Olsen, who seemed to be trembling in fear despite being drunk?
"I refuse to believe this! There is no way you were able to harm my soldier! This has to be some kind of joke!" Olsen ranted, clearly still drunk.
"Oh? Would you like me to test it on you directly then?" Jared raised his finger, pointing it at Olsen.
This gesture made Olsen flinch, taking a few steps back as he panicked.
"Don't you dare! If anything happens to me right here, my men will raid and kill everyone in this damn village. You hear me!!!"
Silence...
"Relax, I would never dream of doing anything of the sort. Well, unless you want to play dirty. I won the bet, which means I get to keep my people, and you get to do whatever it is I want."
Jared placed one hand on his waist, the other digging into his hair.
"Dammit! I refuse to be your slave or anything you have in mind! You will regret this!!!"
Unexpectedly, Olsen turned around and yelled,
"Orlando! Come, hurry up and run; let's leave this place fast..."
He then ran, tumbling back and forth with every little distance he covered.
Orlando, still injured, followed along, using one leg to hop towards his master in order to catch up.
'They are...just running away?' Lucy thought to herself, surprised as to why Olsen of all people would make such a cowardly move.
Kiara was no different. She had known Olsen for a while now, and what she expected he would have done was to kill Jared on the spot just so he wouldn't have to do the dare.
But instead, he ran like a child.
She couldn't help but wonder why.
'When you're drunk, you tend to make weird-ass decisions...being drunk is my new favorite thing. I expected something like this, but not this well...'
Jared whispered to himself, not even trying to hide the sinister and disgusting smile that was on his face.
'I wonder how many more I can make him do, since I know for a fact he will come back for more alcohol. Haha, extortion.'
[The god of trade is proud of you.]
[You've been gifted 250sp.]
[The god of loyalty is saddened by your disgusting mind.]