Chapter 658 - Being Surrounded, Not by Humans, However (2/2)

”If you're worried about them, then take them back.”

That gesture made the surroundings confused. They could not fathom what in the world was going on.

The Diwata was also wary. But as Mark removed the chains, she began to move.

She waved her hands like a conductor of an orc.h.e.s.tra. And then, strong winds enveloped the surroundings before the wind focused on the five little people on Chaflar's back. Slowly, the five floated towards their companions, who eagerly received them.

And then, unexpectedly, Michael was also lifted away from Chaflar's back before he was caught by the Spirit wearing the Medieval armor.

But then, Mark spoke.

”Can't you take all of them?”

”Hah?”

The Diwata was appalled, staring at Mark incredulously.

”I came here to drop them off to the people there,” Mark added while pointing his thumb at the base of the Neutral Faction. ”Since you already took those, why not take them all?”

Sure enough, Mark's words were taken with confusion in the surroundings. Thus, Mark repeated.

”I just came here to return them. Can you take these other people too?”

The Diwata frowned.

”You don't have to repeat what you said using different words. I understood what you wanted to say.”

”Then?”

Mark asked.

”Those humans are not our responsibility.”

The Diwata said, glancing at the other unconscious men.

Mark shrugged. Sure enough, things were getting more and more interesting.

”I see.”

Mark said before panning his eyes to the surroundings once more. Every individual that his stare landed on seemed to put on their guard in one way or another. They were definitely wary of Mark.

”Seriously, you all don't have to be that wary.”

Mark said. He did not want to be in a hostile relationship with these people. After all, it was obvious that they had some connection with his family. There was no doubt about that.

Then, the Diwata spoke.

”If you really want to just drop off those humans, leave them in the field. We will make sure that the humans in that settlement will find them.”

The Diwata pointed her finger at the open farmland.

She surely was also not fond of humans, it seemed. After all, the farmland was filled with mud since it was used to plant rice. There was no need to explain what would happen if these people were left there.

Well, Mark did not care either. As such, in his mind, he commanded Chaflar to drop the unconscious people there without hesitation.

As Chaflar moved forward, the encirclement also opened. It seemed that they were really afraid of Chaflar too considering their panic as they moved out of the way.

Now, Mark was the only one left in the encirclement. Nevertheless, it was hard to say who was at the edge here. After all, the one being encircled was calm, and those surrounding him were the nervous ones.

”Say, I want to ask something.”

Mark said as his sight turned back to the Diwata.

”We are not answering any question from a Demon.”

The Diwata firmly replied while frowning.

Mark did not entertain her words and still asked.

”I understand why you took them,” Mark glanced at the five little people. ”Then, why also him?”

Mark then glanced at Michael.

The Diwata did not reply, only glaring at Mark.

”You're really not going to answer?”

”This has nothing to do with you, Demon.”

The Diwata replied with her frown deepening.

”I have, though?” Mark tilted his head. ”That's my younger brother he is carrying there.”

BAM!

The atmosphere froze.

Even the Diwata's eyes turned wide.

”W-who?” The Diwata seemed to have lost her composure. ”Who is your younger brother?”

”Him.” Mark pointed. ”Michael.”

Mark's confirmation turned the atmosphere even more panicked. No one expected and could accept the bomb that Mark had just dropped.

”NO. That is impossible! How can a Demon like you... You must be trying to trick us!”

Sure enough, they would not believe Mark easily. But then, Mark decided to say something that would very likely confirm his identity.

”Even though I can recognize my Aunt there?”

Mark glanced at the woman standing behind one of the Tamawos.

The Diwata turned to the woman.

”Is what this Demon said true?”

The woman could only shake her head. Of course, she did not recognize Mark.

”Don't ask her.” Mark shrugged. ” She won't recognize me. The last time she saw me was when I was five when we took a vacation here. I wasn't able to go to her funeral either.”

Hearing those words, however, made the woman's eyes go wide. The more Mark spoke, the more his identity became credible.