35 Chapter 35: A World Of Hur (1/2)

Cleria stood over her loved one, the priest/exorcist Masaomi Yaegaki, he was critically injured, lying down on the ground he watched with a bitter expression as the woman he loved did everything she could to protect him.

”Run, Cleria, save your self!” he called out like many times before but she ignored him while facing the team of exorcists that came to kill them with a stern countenance. He could not see any way of them both surviving especially now that he was injured, he could only hope to reach this stubborn woman he fell in love with and try and get her to leave him behind and flee, but she just wouldn't listen.

Bang*

Cleria was pushed back after blocking another attack, she was breathing heavily, and there were small wounds all over her body, blood slowly leaked out as she moved back in forth not giving her body any chance to heal, she couldn't even remember how many times she had cursed the light weapons her enemies were using.

”Guess I have no choice”, she spoke softly that only she could hear her own voice, putting her hand into her pocket she pulled out a blood-red token and poured a bit of her mana into it, causing the little thing to glow brightly.

”Careful” the exorcist leader shouted, Cleria had heard from Masaomi before that this man was his direct superior and also a holy sword wielder, which caused her to be extra wary against him, just imagining what a holy sword could do to her caused her to unconsciously shiver. The man named Touji Shidou was not to be underestimated.

The light given off by the token started to become brighter and brighter and after a few seconds of activation it suddenly projected something, Cleria looked at it for a moment only to be dumbfounded the next as what the light from the token projected was a magic circle, the circle started moving and then a bright flash came from it causing her to unconsciously close her eyes, when she opened them again she saw the back of someone, it was large as if it could carry the weight of the world, she felt safe just looking at this back as it's owner faced her enemies.

The person turned around and she could see his face, flanked by the two horns that grew from his head and curved downwards, like bulls ending right beside his cheeks, his purple eyes that glowed like an undying ember, he opened his mouth his sharp fangs could slightly be seen from underneath his lips. He was the dragon that struck a deal with her some time ago, Mournomon.

”It been some time Cleria, you look...”, Mournomon spoke but paused a little after seeing her haggard appearance, ”...Alive”, he smoothly saved himself.

Cleria just rolled her eyes at him, before speaking seriously, ”Glad to see you again, Lord Mournomon, I seem to have run into a problem that I need your help with”, she said, gesturing towards the group of exorcists as she finished her sentence.

Mournomon gave the exorcists a brief glance, they were staring at him warily, his eyes did linger on Touji a bit longer but that was only by a millisecond more than the rest before he turned his gaze towards the wounded Masaomi.

”His wounds are grave, you should probably tend to them before they worsen”, Mournomon said, staring back at the exorcists he started advancing towards them

”But what about you?”, Cleria asked, but Mournomon merely chuckled at her question.

”No need to fret, little one, take care of your lover and I'll handle these little nuances”, Mournomon said, his eyes stared down at the exorcists.

”Leave now or suffer”, Mournomon spoke, his voice exuded arrogance.

The exorcist group was silent for a moment before Touji stepped forward to speak, ”My name is Touji Shidou, captain of this group, may I enquire your name and your relationship with my target”, his words rang out clearly for Mournomon to hear.

”My name is Mournomon, as for my relationships with the little devil, well I owe her a favor, I will say this again, if you do not wish to be in agony, leave!” Mournomon said and even raised his voice at the last word causing the air to visibly vibrate from his shout.

Touji was pushed back by a sound wave, his hand instinctively reached for his Holy sword but had better judgment than to draw it against this unknown variant. It's not that he was a coward it was that since this being with horns appeared he had been feeling a deep sense of dread sprout up from his very soul, it was like a whisper warning him not to provoke this beings wrath. Touji might have been a good fighter and leader but he knew his greatest talent was his instincts, he would not be alive to this day if he had not listened to them now and right now they were telling him to turn around and get the fuck out of there.