The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 87

~Warning: this chapter contains blood and somewhat gore. Read it on your own risk.~

"What's with that smug look on your face?" I questioned Homura who was skipping happily beside me, his head gently swaying from side to side.

We walked along the forest path; hundreds of tall magical looking trees that seemed if their leaves were made of crystals surrounded us as I breathed in the clean breath of fresh that brushed past my cheeks. There were golden like particles flowing the against the gentle breeze.

This forest looked livelier and more magical than Viridis in Aureum.

"It's nice to watch humans suffer and get what they deserved" Homura purred with satisfaction.

I rolled my eyes at his snarky remark "Your such a sadistic fox". Homura gave me a dead panned side glance as if I said I was going to make pigs fly. "What?"

"The only creature I know whose more of sadistic is humans. How many of you hunt us creatures of nature for the pleasure of entertainment? How many of you capture us then to throw us in cages to play some trick to make you laugh?" I zipped my mouth instantly knowing exactly his point. Homura looked at me with question "I'm just doing what you humans do to us so stop acting like humans are the victims here" he shoved his snout in the air like a sassy drama queen he is.

Nevertheless, I couldn't say anything to him since after all he did have a valid response to it.

"Anyway, do you think that human brat I forgot his name already, won't come looking for us once he got his conscious back?" Homura asked as he jumped over a tree branch that grew in an arch from under the ground.

"He won't be able to track us down and furthermore we will be far off once he wakes up" I answered bluntly, stealing a quick glance of Homura. I had karate chopped the kid unconscious because he was getting on my nerves with his nagging and pleading to come along.

Homura let a long sigh "It's a kind of a shame to not have agreed to let him accompany us." I rose an eyebrow at the sudden words Homura spoke. "We could have made him carry our things and do our bidding in exchange for coming along"

".... I don't have time to babysit or would I be responsible for his shortcomings" I said cold heartedly. It was true, however. He will just be a burden in my path and someone who would constantly need saving from whatever there is to come. I just don't have the time or mood to do that.

What a drag that would be.

Homura nodded his head in agreement but there was something weary about the way his looking at me. It's like as if his doubting my decision.

I didn't pry on it to much and continued on walking.

"Artemis"

"Yeah" I answered lazily not giving him a glance. "What is it?"

There was a hesitated silent from Homura, his amber eyes followed the greenery path as he trampled on the grass or flower that came by him. ".... Do you have any jerky left?" the tone of his voice didn't sound convincing, and I realised what he asked wasn't what he wanted to say to me but I didn't consult him about it and left it alone. Whatever it is he might tell me another time or probably not at all.

"We will stop and rest twice a day. One for lunch and one for sleep and no jerky until lunch" I explained the plan clearly giving a blank stare down.

Homura grumbled an annoyance howl. "Tch. Humans always taking charge" the angry fox mumbled thinking I didn't hear him.

"Because our minds are more intelligent than a fox" I said with a smirk crossing my face. Homura glared at me, his cheeks puffing into a pout "And we got these bad boys" I had my palms out mid-air, my fingers wide open.

He snarled at me, baring his white small yet sharp teeth, in return I grinned back revealing my straight white teeth. Homura sneered back before looking away with a few cursed grumbles.

I took a deep satisfying breath enjoying the nice breeze and beautiful scenery when all of a sudden, a gust of wind blow behind me. It didn't feel like any normal gust of wind but something dangerous or threatening, just the thought of it left a bitter taste on my tongue. I didn't like it and my gut turned.

Homura got into a defensive stance towards the direction of the wind, his ears shot up and his amber eyes stared straight ahead without moving away. He must of sense something was wrong.

Instantly I took out a kunai knife from my pouch and lowered myself into a stance, narrowing my eyes towards the direction of where the weary wind came from. I didn't take my eyes off of the pathway we came from.

We stayed in the same position for a couple of minutes without losing eye contact before relaxing ourselves when nothing stirred however Homura was still cautious and he still stayed in the same position yet not intense as before.

"There's nothing-" before I even got to finish the same howl of wind blew at us, forcing me to shelter my eyes.

A familiar voice followed the wind and it made me freeze.

"****!"

~Jackal P.

O.V~

The evil cloaked man kicked a forceful blow to my stomach, and it sent me to my knees. I gasped for air, the jolt of pain in my stomach was unbearable and groveled in agony.

Another sudden shot of pain on my chin made me stumbled back and I fell to the ground in a thud. It felt like my jaw went out of place, I yelped when fingers gripped the top of my hair pulling it up in a forced pull that it felt like they were going to rip the ends of my hair from my head.

I winced in pain, squirming to get myself free from their grasp.

They pulled my head up so they could get a better look at me. A man dressed in dark clothing; face hidden away in a hood that came into an arch down keeping the darkness within. His breathing was heavy and loud, and it smelt like mildew. I glanced at my dagger that was thrown a few metres away from me, lying there untouched but the pull forced me to look back at him.

I tried to wriggle myself out of the grasp but a kick to the back sent me to my knees, I let out a grunt and a cough.

These guys weren't the assassins from Aureum. They were different and their aura reeked of darkness. I felt myself tremble in their grasp.

The man in front cackled deeply.

He said something in a deep gruff voice yet the language his spoke was unknown, and I could not understand him. He spoke again yet this time he yanked my head towards the ground and my face collided to the ground.

A hiss of pain escaped my lips.

The man spoke again in the same unknown language. His tone of voice was aggressive, and I felt my whole-body tremble at the sound of his voice piercing my ears.

I felt the fear rise from the back of my head; the voices of the men was blocked by the sudden heart beats of my heart. I was scared. I was terrified. I didn't want to die. I didn't.