The Last Primal

Chapter 456 - G-Squad

"I want to request that you share a room and bed with me tonight!"

Naybeah exclamation echoed in the large but suddenly-turned silent room. Her words instantly froze each and every person present, turning wide-eyed with a mixture of shock and surprise as they gazed at the brazen blonde amazon.

Still, beneath the shock, there were a couple of other emotions rapidly rising. The usually cheery, calm blonde half-elven sister of Aiden, Lily's face was twitching as she slowly turned to face the blushing amazon with a wave of rising, boiling anger. Her face contorting, it twisted, morphing into a frown then ultimately into a scowl. Her little hands were balled into tightly clenched fists, she was doing her absolute best to not explode and lash out on the towering, muscle-head girl.

Surprisingly the other person present that had difficulty in accepting Naybeah bold's proclamation wasn't Sara, the young lovestruck mistress, not even Galina, though she too felt slightly uncomfortable about the thought of his Young Master would be stolen away from him, she could still keep her cool.

No, the second person, the other seething, raging young maiden, that was just a hair's breadth away from jumping from her seat and throwing herself on the amazon with a loud battle cry was the fiery red-haired lost princess, Scarlet.

She, who always presented a strong, prideful front, and was seemingly only interested in rebuilding her relationship with her brother, has also openly admitted during one of their 'Girl Squad Evening Gatherings' that she too, wants to pursue that dimwit dense boy. Still, the matter of fact remained, that besides proclaiming the deepest desire of her heart, she was yet to show or make any attempt to gain Aiden's interest and hopefully conquer his so-far impenetrable heart.

Despite that, it was her that just couldn't take Naybeah's brazen attempt at cheating the unwritten rules of the G-Squad. She was trembling, seething with rage in her seat, if looks alone could kill, Naybeah would long be frothing on the ground, struggling to breathe her last.

Sadly, she had no such skill, she could only fire those theoretical daggers from her eyes as she squinted, and gritted her teeth. Her hands wandered over to the sides of her belt, grabbing the hilts of her daggers, ready to attack at any moment.

A tense and awkward silence blanketed the meeting after the amazon voiced her request. For over a minute nobody could utter a word, and besides Drake's coughing fit due to him abruptly swallowing a size too big piece of meat.

Eventually, the Mistress looked back at her, and as her lips slowly curved into an alluring smile, she spoke.

"Could you please explain your request in a bit more detail, Miss Naybeah? Aiden here is still below the age to-"

"I know!" Before the Mistress could even finish, Naybeah replied, her words gaining more and more momentum as she continued. From the trembling voice she initially spoke with, it was clear that she too was battling her own emotions and shyness, making it even more incredible that she could stand up for her own wishes, desires.

"Being this potentially be our last night, it is also the last chance for me, for us as well. I'm not sure about the others, but I am certain I do not want to regret this opportunity. Who knows what the tomorrow or the days after will hold?"

Listening to her, the Mistress could only smile and nod appreciatively. This woman could stand up for her wishes and even withstand the angry, piercing stares of her friends slash opponents-in-love, unlike her own daughter, who even without looking at her was clear that she was on the same page, yet she could do nothing and just sit in her seat.

The mistress could only sigh, and nod, as she began to respond to the request.

"I understand. Although Aiden is still not considered an adult by the common laws and traditions of the public, if he wills-"

"No, mother. You can't do that." Suddenly, the so-far quiet and calm-looking purple-haired young miss, Sara interrupted the discussion. A small, calm smile brightening her expression, she placed her utensils on the plate in an elegant manner, took a napkin to cover and clear her lips as she continued whilst looking in the amazon's direction.

Still, one of the biggest surprises for the Mistress wasn't the fact that her daughter finally stood up for herself, though it was a big moment, what froze her on the spot was the fact that for the first time since forever, she referred to her as 'Mother' instead of 'Mistress'. As she turned silent to battle the incoming threat of her waterworks breaking through their holds and drenching her mask, she turned to look at Sara, eagerly waiting for her reasoning on why such a request should be denied.

"No, mother, you can't do that." After a momentary pause, Sara repeated her words. Her calm gaze, despite being forcefully taking the center of attention so abruptly, scanned over the rest of her friends, peers. "You see, mother, we have an unwritten rule amongst ourselves, that our dear friend, Naybeah, seemingly have forgotten."

She said, her gaze eventually turning to the embarrassed blonde giantess, she continued.

"Naybeah dear, did you forget our pact? The vows we all made? Are you really going to break your own promise because of some risk? Didn't we risk ourselves each and every day, when we or in most cases you set out for some of the most dangerous targets the city can offer?"

Then turning her attention on Lily, she continued.

"And you, Lily, are you just going to sit in silence and let this happen willingly? Where's your conviction, your desire to uphold our words, and protect his 'interests' as you have called it just last night? Was it all just that? Gentle blows to the wind?!"

Lily was frozen, unable to properly respond. The best she could do was mutter incoherently under her nose, lowering her gaze, finding solace only on the ground below the desk.

Sara sighed at the sight, shaking her head in dismissal. Slowly, she glanced over the rest of the girls in the party, her gaze slowly wandering back on her mother, the famed Mistress of the mansion.

"So mother, please allow me to decline this request in your name, as it would go against our friendship, the driving core of our team. If Naybeah wants to claim victory, she has to do it fairly, she has to carve her path through sheer hard work, and unfaltering will."

She took a quick glance at the boy, who just looked at the weird scene with an oblivious dense look in his eyes.

"We can't skip over, we all have to drill through that solid stone…" She sighed, ending her speech and slumping back on her chair with a wry smile as she kept looking at the clueless boy.

The Mistress was utterly astonished at her daughter's words, she chuckled at the not-so-hidden double meaning of her last phrase.

She lightly nodded, accepting her reasoning, before turning her attention back on the fidgeting amazon at the other side. As their gazes met, even without saying a word, Naybeah was clear that she better sit down and forget whatever she was thinking.

Though she knew it was futile, at least she tried. Still, the G-Squad won in the end.

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