Chapter 9: Not spy but thief


    BUKK!


    With a loud sound the lid fell to the ground. Senja was struggling to stand up but because of that, the barrel lost its bnce and toppled over. The barrel and her rolled on the ground for a good few seconds before the barrel hit the wall, bounced back and finally stopped.


    Senja let out a miserable and disgruntled sound. Afterwards, she crawled out of the barrel, dizzy. Her whole body aching.


    "Fuck!!" She cursed out loud. But before she could stand up properly, she could sense the intense atmosphere around her, the intensity made her shudder. It almost felt like a big pressure was on her shoulders hence she stayed on the ground, afraid to raise her head up.


    What were these feelings? Anxiousness? Fear? Nervousness? Curiosity?


    Various feelings invaded her senses. But she could say for sure, that those feelings were not hers. It''s like euphoria. Like if she heard an emotional preach and felt moved even though that feeling wouldn''tst long, but you couldn''t help but feel mncholy for that moment. This kind of feeling that camefrom outside her own feelings, all she could do now was withdraw herself before it dragged her too far.


    Initially, she wanted to stand up however something in front of her caught her attention. There were many boots lined up inwithin her sight.


    She furrowed her brows. Senja raised her head slowly and was startled by what she saw. Subconsciously, she fell backwards on her butt.


    What she saw right in front of her was just too ridiculous to exin. Never in her wildest dream did she think she would be greeted with the sight in front of her.


    Fifty? No, a hundred?


    Probably a hundred people stood in front of her with knitted brows, their mouths slightly open which proved that they were just as shocked. But the most shocking part for Senja was the fact that they were wearing ancient warrior clothes,pleted with armor and long swords hung on their waist.


    "Bloody hell!! What is this?!" Senja cursed out loud. She clutched her chest, where her heart was thumping wildly.


    "Where has that stinky old women sent me to?!" She couldn''t help but exim furiously.


    Because she was about to go to sleep, she was just wearing her night dress. Her white night dress was sleeveless so, it wasn''t proper for public disy. Let alone with almost a hundred men right in front of her.


    Where is she? Is this a filming set?


    On the other side, the hundred soldiers were shocked with what they saw. A girl with long curly purple hair wearing only a thinyer of clothing that was almost transparent, on her white wless skin. They could even see the girl''s tempting corbone. Her big eyes mirrored the same shock they felt. They gulped hard.


    They attempted to avert their eyes out of courtesy, despite their curiosity. It wasn''t polite to stare at a girl, even more so, a girl who was wearing less clothing.


    " Who are you?" A middle age man coughed slightly, and inquired Senja while he tried to focus on her eyes and not elsewhere.


    "I " What should I tell him?


    "Is she a spy?" Another man came up and whispered.


    I am not a spy. I am a professional thief. But will that make her situation any better? She didn''t think so. That''s why she kept her mouth shut. While trying toprehend the situation she was in.


    "Mmmh may I know if this isa filming set?" She asked befuddled, while trying to tidy up her appearance by cing her long hair in front of her body, to cover up her thin night dress from their eyes.