NABC Chapter 28 A Girl and her Maid
Chapter 28 A Girl and her Maid
The moment Ashok's voice boomed out with the command, "STOP!" the carriage driver's body went stiff with the force of the sound. Despite the terror clawing at his insides, he had somehow managed to suppress his instincts with fear, forcing himself not to pull the reins and stop the carriage.
Alas! His fate was doomed.
Charisma was not bound by human will alone—it extended beyond that, influencing everything around him, even the animals. The horses, sensing the overwhelming pressure of Ashok's command, broke free from the driver's control. With a powerful, sudden movement, both horses reared up in the air, their hooves striking at the sky.
NEIGHHH!
The horses, still rearing with their powerful neighs, came to a sudden stop right in front of Ashok. For the first time in his entire life, the carriage driver wanted to kill his own horses, his only way of Income. How could he not? His horses just betrayed him under the someone else's presence.
"W-Where will you go, Sire?"
Ashok had already noticed the driver's fear on his face and also the intention of not stopping. He didn't feel the need to comment on it. After all, if he had been in the driver's position, he might have acted similarly. But the question remained: Would the Trait allow him to simply walk away without speaking anything?
His gaze, cold and piercing, finally shifted back to the driver. With his eyes fixed downward, as if looking down on something far beneath him, Ashok's voice rang out, laced with disdain, but carrying an undeniable authority.
"You should be grateful to your horses. Had they not defied your foolish will, you would have been nothing more than an insignificant memory."
'STOOOOP! What is with that way of speaking? Who saved whose life? Anybody, Please Stop this shitty trait right now.' Ashok was nearly banging his head on an imaginary wall right now.
But did the suggestion matter? The Trait was named False Monarch. Monarchs do not need suggestions; they dictate, and others follow.
"Do as you are told." Commanded Ashok.
With just five words and an increase in pressure from Ashok, the driver immediately understood the message. This was not someone to reason with, nor was he someone whose authority could be challenged. The carriage jerked into motion, the wheels turning as the horses moved, but in the opposite direction of the Academy.
Meanwhile, everything that was happening was watched by two women inside a closed carriage that had stopped on the other side.
"Do you know who the man was and which noble house he belonged to, Maelis?" asked the girl with golden hair wearing the same uniform as Ashok.
"He was not a man, My lady. He appeared to be the same age as you, and judging by his attire, he must be headed to the Academy. But with that... banda... Ahem! Mask covering his face, it's difficult to identify which family he might belong to" Answered the woman sitting on the opposite side wearing the attire of a maid.
"It seems his power is related to the pressure he was releasing," said the girl with golden hair, her voice tinged with curiosity. "His pressure managed to infiltrate the carriage, despite the many layers of protection around us."
"That boy must have mastered it quite well. The pressure he was emitting nearly equaled that of a Peak SS Ranker, My Lady"
"Hehe! Academy would be interesting this year around," the girl concluded, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.
"But why was he speaking like that?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Maelis had no answer to that.