Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 21 - Twenty One

A young woman barged inside Damon’s room.

She did not look like a servant. She was wearing a very expensive, bright pink dress covered in shiny jewels and complex lace patterns. She had bright blonde hair piled high on top of her head. Her face was pretty, but right now, it was twisted into an ugly mask of pure anger and jealousy.

The two guards by the door rushed in right behind her, looking terrified. "General! Forgive us! She pushed past us!" one guard cried out, holding his spear awkwardly.

Damon raised a hand, signaling the guards to stop. He glared at the young woman in the pink dress.

The young woman stopped in the middle of the room. She was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down. She quickly scanned the large bedroom.

Then, she saw them.

She saw Camilla sitting very close to Damon on the edge of the large bed. She saw the heavy blankets. She saw Camilla holding a dark ceramic bowl in her hands.

The young woman stopped breathing for a second. Her face turned bright red with pure fury.

Camilla and Damon were both completely silent, just looking at her. They looked like a couple who had just been rudely interrupted during a private moment.

"What..." the young woman stuttered, her voice shaking with rage. She pointed a sharp finger directly at Camilla. "What are you feeding the General, you poisonous snake!"

Camilla blinked slowly. She looked down at the gray, lumpy porridge in her hands. Then she looked back up at the angry blonde woman.

"Poisonous snake?" Camilla thought inside her head. Her internal voice sounded amused and a little bit impressed. "Well, to be fair, that is actually a very accurate description right now. This porridge does have enough salt to kill a small horse. But how rude of her to interrupt."

Damon heard her admit that the food was practically poison. He moved another inch away from the bowl.

The young woman in the pink dress did not wait for an answer. She lost all of her noble manners. She was completely blinded by jealousy. She hated Lady Camilla. She had always wanted to be the General’s wife.

Seeing Camilla sitting on his private bed was too much for her to handle.

With a loud, angry cry, she moved with surprising speed. She lifted the heavy skirts of her pink dress and charged directly toward the bed. Her arms were stretched out in front of her. Her hands were open into claws. She wanted to violently push Camilla away from Damon. She wanted to grab her hair and throw her onto the hard stone floor.

"Get away from him!" the young woman screamed as she ran.

Damon’s eyes widened. "Stop!" he commanded loudly. But the woman was moving too fast.

Camilla saw the angry woman charging at her.

To a normal person, the attack might have looked fast and scary. But to Camilla, a highly trained professional assassin who had fought multiple armed men at the same time, this angry girl’s clumsy run looked like it was happening in slow motion.

Camilla did not panic. Her face remained perfectly calm and blank.

She still held the bowl of hot porridge in her left hand. She calmly stood up from the edge of the soft mattress.

As the blonde woman’s hands reached out to strike her chest, Camilla simply maneuvered her body. She did not use force. She just used smooth movement.

Camilla took one neat, graceful step to the right. She shifted her weight perfectly. She twisted her waist just a tiny bit.

The blonde woman’s outstretched hands found nothing but empty air.

Because the young woman was running so fast and pushing with all her strength, she could not stop her own momentum. When she missed Camilla, her body kept flying forward. She had absolutely no balance.

She tumbled through the space where Camilla had just been sitting.

"Ahhhh!" the blonde woman shrieked in surprise.

Her legs tangled in her heavy pink skirts. She fell forward uncontrollably, crashing face-first onto the large bed. She landed heavily on the thick silk sheets and wool blankets. Her arms sprawled out wide. Her perfectly styled blonde hair was completely ruined and fell across her face in a messy tangle. She landed dangerously close to Damon’s injured leg, missing his broken splints by only a few inches.

The bedroom fell completely silent again.

The two guards by the door stood with their mouths hanging wide open. They could not believe how easily Lady Camilla had dodged the attack.

Camilla stood calmly beside the bed. She had not spilled a single drop of the salty porridge. She looked down at the woman lying flat on her stomach on the mattress.

"Well," Camilla thought in her head, her internal voice sounding bright and cheerful. "That was certainly a beautiful face-plant. A perfect ten out of ten for dramatic landing."

Damon sat completely frozen against the headboard. He had seen everything. He had seen Camilla’s eyes calculate the distance. He had seen her smooth, effortless dodge. That was not the movement of a clumsy, weak noblewoman. That was the movement of a fighter. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

And he could still hear her laughing cheerfully in her mind about the face-plant.

The young woman on the bed groaned. She pushed her hands against the soft mattress. She struggled to sit up. Her expensive pink dress was wrinkled and messy. Her hair was flying in every direction. Her face was bright red from complete embarrassment and blinding anger.

She turned her head sharply. She glared up at Camilla with pure, toxic hatred. Her eyes looked like they wanted to shoot fire.

Camilla just looked back down at her and gave a very polite, very innocent smile.

"Oh my," Camilla said out loud, her voice dripping with fake concern. She tilted her head. "Are you alright? You should be careful. The floors in this house can be very slippery. It is so easy to trip and fall."

Inside her mind, Camilla was laughing out loud. "Look at her glaring at me like an angry little chihuahua," she thought. "So much anger in such a pink dress."

The young woman opened her mouth to scream an insult at Camilla.

But before the young woman could speak a single word, a voice cut through the air like a heavy steel sword.

"Isabel!"

The voice belonged to Damon. It was incredibly deep, incredibly quiet, and absolutely terrifying.