Chapter 165 Taste of Iron
'This… is the President of the City?'
Nisha could not help but be taken aback as a fat kid, almost shorter than Van, started running around the hallway, touching and looking at Latanya in all different places.
"Is this her!? Is this the demon of the Village!?" The fat kid started jumping around, groping Latanya's gigantic breasts without even any hesitation, "She doesn't look as scary as the stories grandfather used to tell! Her skin is black like some of our servants!"
"..."
"What about the other gift!?" The fat boy then turned his head towards Nisha, "Do you have it!? Please, I want to see it! I want to see what your kind is hiding there!"
...Your kind? Nisha's eyebrows started lowering further and further down as the boy's annoying voice continued to echo through her ears. She was about to say something, but before she could do so, a middle-aged man with a slightly grey beard stepped forward.
"Please excuse my son," the man said, "He has heard lots of stories about your kind from my wife's father… But I would be lying if I say that I am not as curious as him, though…
I have never really seen any of you in person and I have always thought of your place as a racial jungle. But seeing you here right now, you look not much different from us; one could even say with a proper bath, our woman might even lose to yours."
"..." Nisha's eyes were starting to twitch as the whispers of discrimination continued to surround the air.
"Forgive me, you must not know who I am," the bearded man then let out a smile as he stepped even closer towards Nisha and the group, some of the guards behind him tried to stop him, but still, he did not let them stop them.
"I am President Joseph Hyden."
"...Nisha Cortez," Nisha muttered as she crossed her arms. She almost thought that the fat kid was the President, what kind of development would that be, she thought.
"Hm," the disrespect in Nisha's tone was obvious for everyone to hear, but yet the President did not seem to mind as he placed his attention towards Latanya, who could do nothing but watch as his son touched her all over the place,
"I have heard that there have been a lot of activities lately within the Wall Village; but to think that Latanya herself was alive… It makes sense now, no doubt she was the one causing trouble all this time," President Hyden scanned Latanya from head to toe before turning his head towards the old female guard.
"Is this really Latanya Boss, Sasha?"
"There is no mistake, Mr. President," the old woman quickly answered, "Even if it was already 60 years ago, her appearance has not changed."
"...I sometimes forget how old you are, Sasha," President Hyden chuckled, "You were already old the first time I met you during my stay in the Sena--"
"!!!"
"What are you doing, Donald!?"
Before President Hyden could finish his words, he saw his son stabbing Latanya's leg.
"I… I just wanted to check if she could really recover but…" The President's son, Donald, could only let out a sigh of disappointment as he could not even leave a scratch on Latanya's skin.
"Come back here!"
Once again, Donald could only let out a sigh as he was ordered to stand idly in front of his father.
"I am deeply sorry for that, you know how children could be… or maybe not." President Hyden chuckled before finally returning his gaze back to Nisha, "I can't believe that there is a gift that could beat giving us the Demon all tied up, but I heard that you have another gift to present to me besides Latanya?"
"...Yes," as soon as Nisha heard the President's words, she slowly removed that huge bag on her back. The old woman, Sasha, ordered the other guards to get the bag from Nisha, but the President raised his hand and ordered them otherwise.
"But--"
"It's alright," before Sasha could even say a word, President Hyden let out a small chuckle, "What can a single woman do anyway."
"..." Seeing the President gesturing to her to continue, Nisha unpacked the contents of the bag. Clothes, dried meat, a tent, and for some reason, a bunch of leaves were all inside her bag. The people present could only look at each other in confusion, only having a single thought in their minds.
'The people from the Wall truly were more… indigenous.
After almost all the contents were empty, Nisha casually kicked the huge bag, causing something large to roll over towards the feet of the President's son.
"W… what is this?"
The President and the rest of the people could only slightly back away as they saw the thing that rolled towards them. "Explain…" The President said as his eyes were slightly squinted as he stared at his 2nd gift.
It was a child curled into a ball; even smaller than his own son. He had received lots of gifts before, but never a live human-- and two live humans at that.
"Say hello…" Nisha whispered,
"...to our little trouble monster."
"Wha--"
Before the President could even finish what he was going to say, he felt something warm throbbing inside his mouth; finding himself unable to close it due to it being filled up with the taste of iron.
"F… father?"
President Hyden then quickly looked towards his son, only to see a huge gaping hole in his chest, with his clothes soon completely turning red.
"G...ha!?" President Hyden's eyes opened wide as he puked whatever it was that was in his mouth. A quiet splatter whispered into the air as the thing in his mouth dropped to the ground… the President dared not look to whatever it was; his eyes, however, had a mind of its own as it slowly turned towards it.
"!!!" His eyes turned, only for President Hyden to see a lump of flesh pulsating on the floor; and without a doubt, it could only be one thing-- Donald's heart.
"H… haa?" Hyden could only look back and forth between his son, who was now lying lifelessly on the floor, and his heart, which still throbbed right in front of him. He then looked back, trying to call someone… anyone for help, but the only thing he saw behind him was a wall covered in blood and guts. The only one that remained standing there was Sasha.
"W… what?" President Hyden's eyes once again trailed across the room as numerous thoughts raced in his mind.
Step.
He then heard a step, slowly approaching him from the left. He looked, only to see the small boy that was rolling on the ground earlier approaching him, his steps leaving a footprint of blood across his tiled floor.
"...They seem pretty weak," the small boy said, a hint of disappointment clearly adorning his tone, "These people defeated you and your men…
...Miss Latanya?"
"W… what?" Hearing Latanya's name being mentioned, Hyden slowly turned his head towards her. "...This?" A heavy stutter quickly came out of his mouth as he saw Latanya, who was previously tightly wrapped by a rope, now stretching her arms without a care.
"Tch, don't get cheeky, you brat," Latanya said as she tried to relax her jaw, "I suppose my theory is right… They are experiencing the same thing as the Village; with the number of monsters growing smaller and dormant, they have no way of getting their hands of Crystals."
"Hm…"
"But still…" Latanya then let out a short sigh as she turned her eyes towards Donald,
"...You didn't have to kill the kid."
"..."
"...Why not?"