Master Class: A Slice of Life Harem LitRPG by Annabelle Hawthorne & Virgil Knightley

Author:Annabelle Hawthorne & Virgil Knightley [Hawthorne, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wet Leaf Press LLC
Published: 2022-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

W e made our way to the outer edge of the encampment, and I soon realized any sense of urgency was gone. No one was tailing us, and as we made our way back into the camp to head to the conspicuously unguarded beast pens, neither did anyone bother to pretend to shoot at us with arrows anymore. If I had to guess, most of them were still huddled in their leader's tent, figuring out what happened. Maybe they were just waiting until they were sure I was gone. As I gazed upward, I realized with a chuckle that even the scout stations at the corners of the territory were unoccupied now.

The beast pens stank of animals, which was no great surprise. Amidst the cacophony of creatures there was one that was entirely unlike the others. True, there were a handful of dogs and even some horses kept in something like a makeshift stable, but shackled to a post in her own stall was a girl covered only by a blanket—a fair-haired catgirl with mostly black ears and a similar tail.

“You knew she was here and still wanted to join them?” I asked with a bit of disgust in my voice.

Harker had the look of a boy whose many errors in judgment were just starting to dawn on him. “She’s new—they assured me she would come around, that she was just homesick or whatever.”

Harker withered beneath the glare I gave him. I ripped the padlock off of the door and pulled it open. “You’re free,” I told her. “I suggest you come with us if you want to make it out of the Edgelands alive.”

The woman pulled the blanket lower, revealing her eyes more clearly—a piercing blue, with the long vertical pupils all felines had. It was a deeply striking look, and it briefly took my breath away.

“I’m… free? Who are you?” she squeaked, her voice higher pitched than even some of the kids back at the orphanage. There was an accent to it that made me think of the Northlands, which was at least a month’s journey from here.

I shook my head. “First we leave. Then we talk. Time isn’t a luxury we have.”

I reached down with my hand and she took it. The smoothness of her skin unnerved me, and I realized as I looked her over that she was in better shape than I’d expected.

She was taller than Alluria, but thinner, narrow-waisted with an acrobatic body you’d expect from catgirls and wood elves. She was wearing a dirty but somewhat intact brown peasant dress with decorative shoulder straps that hung down to her elbows. The dress had been much longer at some point, but someone had ripped it off from the knees down, likely for ease of travel. Aside from a look of exhaustion in her eyes and some dirt smudged on her face, she didn’t seem much worse for wear.

I pulled her up a bit too strongly, and her body flew against mine. When we collided, my hands went to her waist and we froze for a second.

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