9 NOT SPY BUT THIEF

BUKK!

With a loud sound the lid slammed to the ground. She was struggling to stand up but because of that, the barrel lost its balanced and fell. The barrel and she was rolling on the ground for some good second before hit the wall, bounced back and stop.

Senja lets out a miserably sound. Afterwards, she was crawling out from the barrel with dizzy. Her whole body was aching.

"Fuck!!" She cursed out loud. But, before she could stand up properly, she could feel the intense atmosphere around her, the intensity made her shudder. It's almost felt like a big pressure was placed on her shoulder hence she remained on her position on the ground, afraid to raise her head.

What is this feeling? Anxious? Afraid? Nervous? Curious ?

Various feeling invaded her senses. But she could say for sure that those feelings were not hers. It's like euphoria. Like if she heard emotional preached and feel moved even though that feeling wouldn't last long but you couldn't help to felt melancholy for that moment. This kind of feeling came from outside her conscience. All she could do now was to withdraw herself before it dragged her too far.

Initially, she wanted to stand up, however something in front of her caught her attention. There were many boots shoes lined up in her sight.

Her brows wrinkled deepen. Senja raised her head slowly and was startled by what she saw. Subconsciously she fell backward on her butt.

All she saw right in front of her eyes was ridiculous to explain. Never in her wildest dreams, that she would see this inexplicable sight.

Fifty? No, a hundred?

Many people stood in front of her with knitted brows and mouth slightly open, it was proven that they were shocked. But the most shocking part for Senja was the fact that they were wearing ancient warrior clothes completed with their armor and long sword hung on their waist.

"Bloody hell!! What is this?!" Senja cursed out loud. She clutched her chest where her heart was thumping wildly.

"Where did the stinky old woman send me?!" She couldn't help but getting furious.

Because she was going to sleep, she was just wearing her night dress. Her white dress was sleeveless so, it wasn't proper for public displayed. What the hell with a lot of men right before her eyes?

Where is this? filming set?

On the other side, a hundred soldiers shocked with what they saw. A girl with long curly purple hair was wearing only a thin layer of clothes that almost transparent on her white flawless skin. Even they could see the girl's tempted collarbone. Her big eyes implied the same shocked like what they felt. They gulped hard.

In attempt to try to avert their eyes out of courtesy, despite their curiosity, it wasn't polite to starring at a girl, even more a girl who was wearing clothes less.

Cough…cough… "… Who are you?" A middle age man inquired Senja while he tried to focus on her eyes and not elsewhere.

"I …" What should I tell him?

"Is she a spy?" Another man come up and whispered.

I am not a spy. I am a professional thief. But was that make her situation any better? She didn't think so. That's why she kept her mouth shut. Trying to comprehend her situation she was in.

"Mmmh… may I know if this is filming set?" She asked befuddled while tidied up and placed her long hair in front of her body to cover her thin night dress from their eyes.