Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Can you do that for me, Noemi?" my gentle words broke her pessimistic thoughts.

"I will do it, young master." the tears that loomed earlier had truly started falling in droves. She felt betrayed and i fully understood her, rather all too well.

She took it as me sending her into the gaping mouths of wild beasts. Into the flames where what awaited her was certain death and no other.

Since escape was out of the question thus my faithful servant opened the doors of my untouched carriage and bade me one desolate smile in farewell.

"Make me proud, Noemi." i muttered these words and leaned back to watch the scene of crimson unfold before my very eyes.

* * *

Noemi went out of the haven and into the flames of war. I could see her instant reaction of what was happening outside and was heartened by it all.

As her tears fell, so did the slaughter that had fully ensued in abandon. Of course my static throne was not saved from the attacks.

Anyone with eyes could readily determine that i was here, enjoying the view of their own suffering.

"Go on, Noemi. If you follow me then this shall be the life you will lead from now on."

"Join me in my kingdom of bones or surrender to your fate. The choice is in your hands." Though these were mere murmurs but they were indeed audibly received by my bitch.

Noemi looked once back at my direction, before she started walking truly into the scene of ruin. Not a spectator nor lend a hand of service. But to join the fray of the devils.

"Young master..." i heard her whispers as if she here beside me. But above all, i felt Noemi's fear.

The sword lights that had entombed my ride bombarded uselessly around it but when the owners of those attacks saw another prey, it hastily changed its direction upon this fresh target.

An unknown girl.

A woman.

All by herself in the middle of these god forsaken lands.

"BANG!" a flash of light catapulted a body into the wreckage.

I witnessed her agony first. Then her shock. Next was her search for something familiar around this complex picture of battle.

No words were uttered but only the battle cries of the dead and the dying serenaded the totality of the once tranquil abode of the Ceres Family.

And it had only escalated further towards the unfortunate and the blameless. 

After the third breath had elapsed, Noemi finally noticed the single untouched domain amidst this chaos. The confines that stood between us were broken by the intensity of her stare.

Her eyes into mine.

Searching for an answer.

Anything.

And i has not the heart to deny her out of this confusion.

"What's wrong, my Noemi?" my voice bridged the distance between us.

"I should be dead. Why?" she spoke this words even as the deluge of power continued to rain upon her form.

There were men and women who wore matching uniforms with unique emblems on their robes that charged at her, wishing to end the life that was hers. But no, how could i treat a faithful slave like that?

All the offences were laid ineffective and feeble against a transparent bubble which shielded Noemi from all harms.

"Look at them, Noemi." my words were hypnotizing. Barely a whisper at all. But it struck true into the deepest psyche of my beloved servant.

Noemi heeded my words and witnessed the people that delimited her. I could imagine what she could see even from my far vantage.

Anger.

Sorrow.

Will.

And above all, i wanted Noemi to see their desperation.

"What do you see?" my voice muted all sounds. Everything was gone but the words uttered from my lips.

"I see people, young master. They're crying." Oh, my sweet innocent Noemi. How precious your heart is.

"Why do you think that is?"

"I don't know, young master." With how chaotic the battlefield was, i doubted any mortal could really determine what was truly happening. Not even her.

Smoke rose in all direction and blinding lights would sway even the senses numb in just a fraction of a second. And to add the deafening rounds of explosions, her answer was definitely most accurate.

She could only see what's in front of her but not all. She failed to witness the evaporated bodies. The mangled parts of innumerable men, women, and yes, even children and the elderly.

A battle between cultivators was akin to a fistfight of blind men. A thrown dagger has no eyes to determine who was friend or foe.

And in the end, mortals, the weak and the wanting, shall all shed tears when giants fight.

"I understand, Noemi. And i know that you also understood the task that i have given. To go forward or go back. You have the power in your hands." my parting words to my pure innocent Noemi.

* * *

Noemi looked back at me and stared next to the living breathing people that surrounded her. She then closed her eyes in the succeeding breaths that she took.

Before finally opening them again and muttered in a clear voice.

"I have decided, young master." her words did not shook this time. It was as firm as her will and i was anticipating her subsequent actions.

"BANG!" Noemi ran with the wind to engage the men and women directly before her. And when she broke free, like any other woman of her station, she slapped instead of punching.

I laughed at the scene but I believed that my slave's feelings were totally different from mine. For even as her tears fell along her clumsy charge, so did the lives of anyone her hands could touch.

Thus, an Angel of Death was borne out from this fortuitous day. My first sword maiden, my little Noemi.

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With just thirty minutes of battle, the field had significantly quieted.. It brought about a feast of crows and i was definitely not one to shoo them away from their well-deserved meal.