Girl With The Golden Cat Eyes - 45 13

For the tenth time, Lord Gulley sighed. Priscilla swore that Cyril was just one more sigh away from tossing the Viscount over the wall. With each sigh, the air around her felt slightly warmer. This change hadn’t gone unnoticed by Bishop Luis either. He had a keener eye, and he brought up the rear. The man-made her feel uneasy with the way he watched Cyril with his hawk-like eyes.

“We will need more men here on the eastern gate.” Lord Gulley stated out loud for Bishop Luis as they approached the gatehouse. “I expect the church could accommodate these requests?”

As they approached the gatehouse, Cyril could already tell how undermanned it was. The two towers that encased it was empty. The Northern Gate, the route expected to be attacked, had four men on each tower. More where to be stationed within to rain arrows through the portholes in the masonry. Her assumption was vindicated when they stepped into it. They’d been greeted by the Knight-Captain who was in charge of the eastern part of the city.

“My Lord,” The Knight-Captain nodded his head.

“How many men do you have?”

“Less than five. I sent everyone else to reinforce the northern gate.” The Knight-Captain reported. “However, at the moment, only I and one other are on duty at the moment. I sent the others to rest. We’re going to try and be as rested as possible for tonight’s storm.”

“Good.” Lord Gulley said as he turned to Bishop Luis, but instead caught sight of the girls. His eyes sharpened with annoyance at the sight of them. He did admit they were quite beautiful girls, but he needed fighters.

“Yes?” Cyril asked defiantly.

“I require nothing from you at this time,” Lord Gulley stated with force. “Bishop Luis, will you have enough men to help man these weak points?”

“I believe I do.” The Bishop spoke up. “If not, I can leave the cathedral undefended. Should we lose the gates, it would not matter if I have five or ten.”

“Good,” Lord Gulley said before he ignored the hostile looks Cyril sent him and left the gatehouse.

When they exited it, Priscilla noted sun setting in the west. The sky was painted with streaks of golds, oranges, and tans. Streaked with slivers of white. To the north, the storm had already begun to roll down towards them. She estimated that it’d be here within a couple of hours at the soonest.

“Y-Yes!” Priscilla squeezed the words out.

That had turned Cyril’s attention away from glaring at the City Lord’s back. Her golden eyes, more brilliant than the hues of the setting sun, narrowed at them. Priscilla shot her a reassuring smile. However, it did the opposite.

“You go on ahead,” Cyril said to Priscilla.

“No, no. I’m fin–” Priscilla tried to reject, but Cyril shot her a look that conveyed that it was not a request, but a command.

Priscilla meekly nodded her head to Bishop Luis before she scampered past the Goddess. She quickly floated over to Lord Gulley, who’d been more than happy to entertain the young daughter of Viscount Hammel than the albino no name.

“What was your name again?” Cyril asked pointedly. “Leelu?”

“It’s Luis, Lady Cyril,” The Bishop nodded with a kind smile.

“Mmmm,” She acknowledged flatly as she followed after Priscilla, albeit, more slowly.

However, the Bishop had grown bolder and walked side by side with Cyril. When she peaked up at him, he still had that “kindly” smile of his. It made him look handsome in a way, but creepy in another. It conflicted with Cyril’s heart on how to treat him.

“So, Lady Cyril, where does one such as yourself have such beautiful eyes?” Bishop Luis asked as if he was just asking where to find a tasty snack.

“Had them,” Cyril stated as she looked at the tall buildings that rose around them.

“They say, Golden Eyes is the surest way of knowing if one is a God.” Bishop Luis said. “It’s nothing but wives tales and talk of the Beast-men. However, I’ve never met someone with such beautiful eyes. ”

“An answer for an answer,” Cyril said as she kept an eye on the man while keeping an eye on Priscilla.

“Ask a question, and if I can answer, I will,” Bishop Luis said.

“Why was he nice in the first minute I met him, but he’s a total asshole now?” Cyril asked.

“Habit I suppose. Nobles often greet unknown parties who look like they have status,” The Bishop said. “However, Lord Gulley isn’t known for his mannerism rather than his ability in battle. That is why he gets along with Lady Hammel. Her Father, Viscount Hammel, is a renowned general – Warden of the East. He is friends with her father, though they have not met in such a long time. Not since Viscount Hammel retired to the Capital.”

“Mm.” Cyril was the only response she gave.

“Now that I’ve answered your question, will you answer my question?”