Chapter 86: Persuading Allies Part 1 (1/2)

“HAHAHAHAHA…”

She actually roared with laughter and even dropped that arrogant tone of hers. Exactly how happy was this potato!

“Are you done laughing!?” I tossed the Grimoire of the Dead at Numila which was swiftly caught by her.

She gazed at the black grimoire before tossing it back to me with a disinterested look. She turned back to me with an icy look, which while didn’t contain any killing intent, gave me the sensation of being dropped into an icy ravine: “You should be happy that you’re not a male.”

At that time, I still didn’t understand the meaning of her words. It was only later that I found out about the key difference between a harpy and a harpy witch. It wasn’t their strength but rather their unwavering loyalty to their husbands.

The only men who could get off unscathed after touching a harpy witch were their husbands or their sons.

“She’s with me so you better keep your distance.” Habona shooed her with a wave of her hand before turning to the midget imp. “If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving.”

“Hold up, I’m not done talking yet.” He waved his hands to stop her from leaving. No matter how domineering she was, Mo En was still the leader of a large faction, not giving him his due respect was not an option. Habona stood there gazing down at the ugly little midget.

“There we go, what’s the rush. Let’s all have a proper discussion. The reason I came here is to…mhm…” He abruptly stopped and surveyed his surroundings. A second later, he scrambled to a nearby wall.

What’s up with this mysterious little bean…first he goes off about having a discussion and then suddenly stops to find a wall? Was he looking for a prop or was trying to reflect on his actions? Don’t tell me he’s taking a piss…

Just as my thoughts started straying off course once more, he suddenly turned around and with his back to the wall…

“Ah, should’ve done this earlier. Standing and talking is simply too tiring.” As he said this, he slumped against the wall and sat down.

Everyone: “…”

Exactly how lazy are you…all you did was say a few sentences!

Given their nonchalance, Habona and the others must’ve had dealings with this eccentric imp before. Or perhaps it was his strength that made them slightly wary around him.

However, it seemed that sitting down wasn’t enough as he began twisting around trying to find a more comfortable position. He soon gave up and instead laid on the ground directly, not caring about the dirt as he rolled around with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.

“Ah~~~the whole point of being born a devil is to enjoy yourself~~~*roll* so comfortable…” He unabashedly sighed in satisfaction.

What’s with that philosophical tone you’re taking! You’re obviously just a lazy bones, you naked illiterate!

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving, goodbye.” Ignoring his antics, she blandly said that and proceeded to lead us away.

“I’ll be on my way as well. I’m kind of tired after those two battles.” Numilia yawned in boredom as her eyelids began to droop.

“Wait wait wait! I’m not finished yet!” He swiftly moved himself in front of us and then to Numila, all the while maintaining his supine position. As he did so, he anxiously stated his purpose: “I’m actually here to find the soul bard!”

What the heck is wrong with you? Is that all you had to say? Why didn’t you just say so earlier instead of embarrassing yourself…did you really have to dig yourself into a hole before you’re satisfied, you potato.

“Alright then what business do you have with me?”

“Ah hah, it’s like this, I’m hoping you will marry my grandson…” He shyly smiled as he said this.

“…I just said that I’m a male.” Will you please scram…

“…” He threw me a strange disbelieving look as he scanned my body. However, he didn’t perform full body check-up like Numila did and instead adopted a negotiating tone: “Then what about my granddaughter?”

“No.” Why must I get involved with some ugly dude’s kids.

“Why not?”

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“Because I don’t think that your granddaughter will fit my sense of beauty.”

“…my granddaughter is extremely cute!” He adamantly tried to recommend his lovely granddaughter to me.

There’s no way this ugly midget could have any good looking kids. They are probably at the level of a potato as well.

“No thanks!”

“…exactly what’s wrong my babies…just go have a look…” Having been rejected thrice, he laid there like a deflated balloon, dejected.