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Living a Dream, Singing the Song of Life Again
Chapter Two
To Live Again, Becoming a Dragon Slayer of Zaibach
Dilandau's POV
"Sir..."
"Whaaaatt?!" I whined. God, did I just whine?
"There's a girl. Migel found her outside the Vione...what should we do?"
"Kill her." I smirked, then thought..."Wait! Pump her for information first!"
"What information Sir?"
"It doesn't matter you idiot! Just make her talk, but wait until I'm there, I want to see her cry!" Gatti left and I laughed hysterically for awhile. Finally, something to do!
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The girl was pretty...I had to give her that much. I'd never seen anyone with hair like that. It was violet, a deep purple. Snap out of it Dilandau! Gatti started the interrogation.
"Who are you?"
"Loxy."
"Last name?"
"None, I don't have one." Her answers were quick and clear and she didn't leave anything out, it was sickening. I couldn't make her squirm. Now for the good questions.
"What are your connections to the Duchie of Freid?"
"I was fostered at the palace for a year, then I ran away and now I am here. Other than that I have no connections." I stood up abruptly, and was vaguely aware that my chair fell over.
"Tell us the truth bitch!" She shook a bit and I glared. Only to have her glare right back.
"That's the truth sir. I don't lie. Especially not to higher officials." What? Was she really saying that?
"What are you saying girl?"
"I'm saying that I'm not stupid enough to tell a lie to you Master Dilandau. And..." she stood up straight and tall. "I want you to consider accepting me as a Dragon Slayer." That was bold. Commendable. I made a faint motion to Migel, my most trusted Dragon Slayer. In turn he pulled out his sword and assumed a fighting stance. The girl tensed up.
"Shesta."
"Sir?"
"Give the girl your sword." He did so without a word and I walked over to a chair that was set in the corner. "Now girl. Can you use a sword?"
"Yes sir."
"Then use it."
My POV
