Curse the Mainframe! 136 She's Ice Cold

His eyes remained closed to fake sleep in case there was anyone else in the room.

Dietrich's head had been slumped down, and he was seated up instead of lying down. Flexing a little, he could feel that he'd been bound both hands and legs, with a wad of cloth shoved into his mouth.

Listening carefully, there didn't seem to be any movements, so the man cautiously opened his eyes to take in the room.

He had been securely bound. Putting all of his strength into trying to free himself didn't cause the ropes to move at all, and neither did him trying to tip over the chair. There were simply no effects to the effort that he'd put in.

The room had low lighting. The bare minimum allowance of a bit of natural light spilled into the 'room' which was more of a large cloth tent, just barely giving him enough light to look around the room.

He had not gotten a clear view of his attacker earlier before they knocked him out, which gave him some apprehension. However, it could not have been a bandit, seeing as he would never have woken up otherwise.

What did they want with him?

They had not hurt him, yet to say that they didn't have any enmity with him was wrong either!

Why? Obviously it was because they had stripped him completely naked!

He could even feel the slight breeze on his bare skin, causing goosebumps to appear.

Dietrich strangled the flush that wanted to rise to his cheeks, feeling horribly vulnerable. They didn't even leave him any underwear! He gritted his teeth, one part angry one part embarrassed.

Looking around the tent, it was clean and equally as bare.

Besides the chair that he was seated on, there was a single bed in the room and a single rucksack on the ground next to it with nothing else. There was one other chair in the room, yet it was set near the edge of the tent, leaving him no leverage.

There was nothing that gave away the identity of the person who had captured him, leaving him here in the tent.

A few thoughts came to mind when he thought about who might want to kidnap him. Could it be the remnants of the Rothschild branch family, or was it one of the other families that he had offended when he had been out journeying the continent?

Yet, how had they managed to track him down? Dietrich had been careful to remove traces and get rid of any external eyes on him when he left the sect.

His mind whirled as he tried to think of a way to get out of this predicament, briefly putting the mystery of his abductor aside for the time being.

He did not spot any of his things. His clothes were gone, as was his sword and the dagger that had been stowed in his boots. Even the flexible dagger that had been hidden in his hair was not there. The person who had stripped him had been very, very thorough.

Dietrich shut his eyes and slumped his figure when he had a feeling someone was approaching.

Sure enough, the flap of the tent was violently shoved aside as a cold, piercing presence made its way into the tent.

"Stop pretending. I know you're awake," the figure said strongly, her voice gave away that she was a woman. Even when she was clearly unfriendly towards him, her voice held the dulcet tones of a young woman.

Dietrich opened his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to continue acting.

The figure of the person who spoke was wearing leather armour, sporting brown hair tied in a loose braid and crystalline blue eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the tent.

She possessed features that wouldn't allow one to call her stunningly beautiful, yet the light that shone in her eyes gave her a presence that wouldn't allow one to overlook her.

None of her features on its own would have won her the second glances, yet when her features were all brought together, she radiated a charm that caused other people to take a few glances at her.

There were a pair of daggers attached to her thighs, and she looked like a typical mercenary.

The most distinct thing that made her stand out from the normal mercenaries that he knew was that her skin was pale and flawless. There were no scars on her body, and her skin tone had not darkened to the usual bronzed state that most mercenaries sported.

She appeared as cold as ice, her eyes all but screaming at Dietrich that she would have loved to gut him and left him to bleed out to die.

Dietrich felt a faint stirring at the back of his mind. Those eyes… her style of 'capturing' him…

Wait! He was still naked, ah! Naked ! Was she the one who had so thoroughly stripped him until he legitimately didn't have a single article to his name?! Was this… was this the Neil Clan style disarming method?

Dietrich felt like he'd discovered some sort of unspeakable secret.

Tatiana pulled the free chair over and strongly sat down in it, crossing her arms over the back of the chair. " Who are you ?" she demanded, her eyes ice cold.

Dietrich didn't make a move to speak. His mouth was still stuffed with the cloth that was making his mouth dry out.

Tatiana reached forward and ripped the cloth out of his mouth, discarding it in revulsion on the floor.

Dietrich twitched. Exactly what had he done to offend her so? He didn't recall ever meeting someone like this in his life, yet her hostility was all but spilling out of her uncontrollably.

At the next moment, Tatiana retrieved her presence, hiding it. The room seemed to grow larger when she did, and the stuffiness that was in his chest reduced. Yet, her eyes remained as cold as a winter's night.

"Talk."

Dietrich licked his dry lips, his throat as dry as sandpaper. He wanted to drink water, but there was no way that she would give him some, with the way she was already reacting to his presence. "I'm –"

"What do you know about the Neil Clan's destruction?" she cut him off.

"I – what?" he said, bewildered.

Tatiana narrowed her eyes. This man did not seem to be lying about his confusion. Could it be that he had just acquired the sword from somewhere?

"Your sword. Where did you acquire it?" Tatiana asked bluntly.

Anyway, she had already captured him. If he wanted to run, that was just his wishful thinking.

There should still be some time before his sect discovers that he's missing, which gave her a bit of a grace period before she had to move him. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Something seemed to click in Dietrich's mind.

Unabashedly, he studied her features, especially the unique shade of her eyes.

While blue eyes on their own weren't uncommon, the Neil Clan's eyes were uniquely brilliant. They looked like sapphire gems with how they looked in the light, which was something that he had witnessed many a time when talking to his uncle.

Tatiana narrowed her eyes into a glare. Not only was this man unafraid that she would kill him, he was so blatantly studying her features! Should she… remove a finger? She didn't believe he would be so reluctant to talk then!

"Are you a Neil?"

Tatiana's eyes narrowed further.

Chapter end