Empress Evolution - Chapter 102

“Hunter Mirsha, has returned after fighting for us all, she limped over with a gushing wound and a comrade on her back, but in the end, she returned alone—”

“The Scorching Forest had been plagued with death for the past months. Peace hanged on the mission board for months and was only classified as a B+ Rank Mission. Many demanded its danger rank be raised as the mission, but the Association and Government remained silent when asked. But it was Hunter Mirsha who stepped up to secure our safet—”

The unjust rewards and exploitation of both the Hunter Association and World Government to the Hunters protecting the people appeared as the hundreds of deaths in scorching the forest was released.

Mirsha’s story was questioned about what happened inside the Scorching Forest. A press conference was held for the deceased, and as her story was heard, and how she carried her ally out of the battlefield only to end up dead, the people’s perception about the incident affected the Association.

Some were skeptical created conspiracy theories about how she was actually the one who killed them all or the absurd claims that there were no daemons and the government was trying to cull the Hunters.

However, all these goblins who dwell in the depths of the basement using their mighty divine keyboard and the miraculous ration of chips, was silent as a village of daemons and the dead body of a [LVL: 188 Fiery Demonic Imp] and a mix of daemons were found, they shut up and concocted another theory.

Goblin dwellers aside, the words around the south-east Stronghold were strong; every media outlet who had nothing better to cover spent their time tackling this topic. Of course, the media spiced things up as they added some vague wordings to ensure they would get the ratings.

The Association responded accordingly and promised the people to change the current situation of the Association. They promised to provide the families compensation and then delivered on their promises the very next day.

A week later, they used Mirsha as the new face of Hunter’s Association and tried recruiting new-bloods to be trained.

Some saw it as a ploy, and the media said that they were only recruiting to put more men into the “meat grinder” that was the [Wildlands].

The Hunters’ Association was questioned for this, and they only answered with, “For the safety of the people, and nothing more.”

There were still mumbles and rambles after two weeks, but it could be said that the conversation had died down. Mirsha, whose level had been raised to 217 by having her kill daemons with the help of the Association.

Weeks passed.

Currently, Mirsha was alone inside a fancy hotel unit she bought for her family. She was currently watching the news about the West Stronghold.

“The current situation of the S-Rank Dungeon is yet to be confirmed by both Hunter’s Association. The World Government had been pressing them for information, but they keep dodging the question of what is happening.

“Team Apollo had just entered the Dungeon, but nothing had been announced. Their current situation had yet to be—”

Her bright red hair stood out inside the room. It was currently the afternoon and, her daughter, Lucia, was currently sleeping in her room, and her husband was working.

It was still the afternoon, and the sun was just about to set; however, Mirsha already felt tired. She inadvertently clutched onto her chest where the golden mark was placed.

She was worried about something, her HNP rang and then she went and checked it… there was a message for her:

[Miss Mirsha — please be informed that you Blitzkrieg Wand had been completed, and the Robes of Ganesha from the Revase System had been ordered. We of the Lusio Family wish to know if this is enough for you to consider our offer. Contact us, and we shall sign the contract soon enough.]

Reading this letter, Mirsha sighed, for this was the seventh offer this month from a different Family. The last two weeks had been nothing but multiple meetings and appearances in commercials.

If this was the past Mirsha, she would have accepted them because it was money, but this time around, she didn’t.

‘They only approach me because they think I soloed the boss and its minion when the truth is that I do not even know where the thing came from.’ Mirsha had heard of the Fiery Demonic Imp residing in the Scorching Forest, but she didn’t even face it, which made it even more confusing.

While in deep thought, she heard something ringing. It was not close to her but it rang somewhere in the unit. Hearing this HNP, she initially thought it belonged to her daughter, but then, as she found herself in her and husband’s room, she stayed silent for a while.

When she returned from the Scorching Forest, she reached LVL 146, and that quick rise to level meant she fought with many daemons in that fight…

Before her was an HNP… it was the same HNP she received from the young daemon.

She took in a deep breath and then answered it. From the other side of the HNP, she heard a cute voice, “How have you been, human?”

Mirsha froze and failed to answer right away.

Memories of when she was questioned by a young daemon crept up to her.

The media and the Association were fighting over the truth, but only she knew what truly happened. The daemons of the Scorching Forest managed to slip away undetected. They planted a different boss monster in that place and spread around the remains of its minions.

They burned down their homes and brought with them the bodies of the true enemies… they disappeared, and no one knows of this other than Mirsha.

If Mirsha was to come out and tell this to the world, she would help the association track down the villains that threatened millions’ lives.

However, she chose not to because of the mark left by those daemons.

But does she hate herself for doing all this?

Yes… and that would be the answer if she was lying.

The Hunters’ lives were all lost before she could do anything, and now, she was only doing her best to live.

When she begged that daemon so she could return, Mirsha already knew that she’d do anything for her family, and as she calmed herself down, she remembered what the other daemons called the lass of a daemon and answered, “How may I help you, miss Apostle?”

Mirsha answered without a hint of guilt in her heart.