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Chapter 1082: The President’s Daughter (8)
Chapter 1082: The President’s Daughter (8)
Erik glanced at the unconscious president's daughter, her body limp and unmoving, as two of his Chimaeric Demons carried her.
They had to act swiftly, since time was a scarce commodity at that point. The anesthetic wouldn't last forever, and they needed to be well away from the airport before she regained consciousness.
Their destination was a safe house, far from prying eyes and potential interference. Erik knew that once they arrived, Erik would interrogate her.
He hoped that in her groggy state, she might be more susceptible to revealing information about her mother's whereabouts.
As they moved, Erik kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, alert for any signs of pursuit or unexpected complications. The success of their mission hinged on their ability to disappear without a trace, leaving no clues for those who would inevitably come looking for the president's daughter.
"Get her into the car," Erik said while wondering what the woman would say, or rather think, once she woke up.
Did she know where her mother was? If yes, would there be defenses?
The Chimaeric Demons lifted the unconscious woman and placed her in the back seat. Erik then climbed in beside her.
"Is the area secure?" he asked, turning to one of his clones.
"Yes, sir," the Chimaeric Demon said. "We've swept the perimeter, and there are no immediate threats. The people in the airport are still unaware of our presence."
"What about the blackguards? Any news about them?" Erik asked.
"They should be in the dark as everybody else."
Erik nodded, a slight sense of relief washing over him. "Good. Let's keep it that way. We can't afford any slip-ups at this stage. We are almost there."
The car pulled away from the terminal while Erik watched as the rest of his team shapeshifted.
Their bodies contorted, their bones melted, and they reformed until they were indistinguishable from the people they had just killed.
Then the Chimaeric Demons, under disguise, moved out of the landing site.
"How long until the anesthetic wears off?" Erik asked his driver, glancing at the unconscious woman beside him.
"Approximately 20 minutes, sir," the Chimaeric Demon said.
"Go faster, then. We'll need to have her secured and ready for questioning by then."
The Chimaeric Demon nodded and sped into the sky.
The journey to the safe house would not be long. The problem was that this time they had to bring an unconscious person with them, and if they didn't pay attention, they would be found out.
For this reason, and to ensure maximum security, Erik decided to bring the woman to a safe house they had occupied in the past months.
This location was chosen for its proximity to the walls, which would allow them to send Chimaeric Demons quickly if the need arose.
Erik wanted to keep her there until the situation stabilized and they could extract the information they needed.
The idea of killing the president's daughter wasn't something he took lightly, but he couldn't deny its practicality. It would solve many problems in one fell swoop-no loose ends, no risk of exposure, no long-term complications.
But as he considered it further, Erik felt a heaviness settle in his chest. Erik killed. That was true, but only in two situations.
But this woman's case was different.
This woman was basically just a pawn in a larger game her mother threw her in, with the older woman being another pawn herself, in the blackguards' hands.
She was an innocent caught in the crossfire between him and the blackguards. Did she deserve to die simply because of who her parents were or because of who they served?
Erik closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the decision. He had taken lives before, but this felt
different.
Yet, the pragmatic part of his mind kept circling back to the potential consequences of letting
her live.
While Erik was lost in his dilemma, time slipped away. The twenty-minute window he had was rapidly closing, and the anesthetic's effects were wearing off.
Without Erik noticing, the president's daughter woke up.
Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and her fingers twitched, showing she was coming back to
consciousness.
Her vision cleared a little. At first, everything was blurry, but then she saw someone sitting across from her. Soon, she realized it was Erik Romano, and that she was in a car.
Fear gripped her heart again, but she could not move. The drugs that knocked her out were
still affecting her body.
She couldn't talk either, but that was the last of her thoughts. The unfamiliar surroundings made her mind race. She was trying to understand what happened and where she was. In a car,
yes, but where?
At that point, Erik noticed she had her eyes open.
"Ah... Hello, you woke up... Good."
But he realized she was unable to talk or move.
"Ah, that's even better... A clouded mind will be easier to pry open.
The woman stared at him, silently asking questions he would not answer.