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"What the hell is going on here!?" You demanded stepping forward to your full height. Both girls turned to look at you obviously horrified at being caught, though you also saw a hint of relief on the bottom girl's face.

"Um, uh we were-" The girl on top tried to explain as she jumped away from her intended target, trying to cover up with her hands but failing.

"Shut the fuck up!" Your voice was cold. You didn't know what had led to this but you were not in the mood to hear excuses. Both of these girls were in gross violation of the rules that Lily had established and one of them had not only been about to **** the other's asshole but had come prepared to do so judging by the glistening of lube on her cock. You pointed at the girl on the ground. "Explain." By all rights, you should be grabbing both of them by the hair and taking them to Lily for her to deal with but your curiosity was winning over your common sense.

"M-my mom is an Arena fighter. Sidsel saw her fight and she recognized me. Told me I wasn't worthy to be here. I told her I was and she challenged me to meet back here. Said if I didn't come I must be as b-big a whore as my mom." Sidsel was obviously the other girl. You looked at her and could see by her expression that the girl on the ground was telling the truth. The name of the girl who was almost **** sprang to your mind.

"Britt. You should have come to Adi, Lily, Gwen or me. Now I have to take both of you to Lily who gets to decide what to do with you." You still didn't know what the Arena was or why it was such a big deal for Britt's mother to fight there but you weren't about to betray that lack of knowledge now. You needed to maintain an image of strength. Sidsel had gotten a moment to recover her composure and at your announcement that you'd be taking them to Lily her eyes shifted looking for a way out.

"Please don't! My mom is a Jarl. Jarl Trude. If you turn us in we'll be kicked out! My mom has a temper! She'll start a blood feud!" Sidsel was almost frantic. You heard Britt gasp at the words 'blood feud'. You didn't know what they meant but it sounded like a big deal. Probably some kind of Viking custom for settling disputes. Or it could be just something she made up and Britt was playing along to try and avoid getting in trouble.

"A blood feud?" You probably shouldn't have asked, it likely gave them hope but the look on their faces reflected that they'd forgotten your heritage. Only Violet knew you were a ****. The other recruits thought you were part of an exchange program. Which was technically true if you really thought about it.

"A blood feud is a forceful challenge for control of a bloodline." Sidsel started

"If a Jarl declares one against another and they win they get the other Jarl." Britt jumped in

"And her family permanently! They become their slaves for life!" Sidsel finished, both of them looking at you intently. They didn't sound like they were lying but you weren't sure about what they'd told you. Slavery for life was only a punishment for serious crimes in the Directorate. The idea that it could be caused by something as small as kicking a girl out of training was alien to you. Still, if you took them to Lily now you could be putting her at risk. Fortunately, you had a digital device which you could use to search what they just told you. Their expressions shifted when you pulled out your handheld to look it up.

Blood Feud: The right of a Viking of the rank of Jarl to challenge another for a grievous slight against them. Must first go through a panel of seven other Jarls to be permitted. Determined by a trial of combat, victor wins permanent slavery over the losing Jarl and her family though the latter can be waived by the determination of the Jarls. Last Blood Feud was approved 50 years ago due to a betrayal in battle resulting in the capture and impregnation of 15 members of Jarl Sigrunn's family. Sigrunn victorious.

"Please, we made a mistake. We won't do it again!" Britt was literally on her knees begging and Sidsel joined her. The two of them hadn't technically lied to you but they hadn't told the whole truth. It was unlikely that any 7 Jarls would agree that kicking out or punishing a disobedient recruit would warrant such a severe action. Still, they were both as young as you were. They'd let a squabble escalate much farther than they should have and now it was up to you if they would pay the ultimate price for that mistake. You could easily turn this into a learning experience for them. Or you could choose the option that would make an example out of them.

You gave a weary look. It was time to decide.