Chapter 94: ~Who are you?~ (2/2)

“He did what?!” Celestial's head turns towards Ascathon and even more pearls of sweat form on his forehead.

Jazira wriggles in her chair. “~Oh, my. You didn't know? He stood there for half an hour while pressing his cheek to one side and grabbing the other tightly while carrying you. Sometimes I wish I had someone who is that devoted to me.~”

Celestial's left eyelid starts to twitch and Ascathon chooses a sweet cookie from the plate he has ready at his side. He offers it to Celestial with an innocent smile.

I grin at Celestial. “Don't take it so seriously. Almost nobody paid attention to it. He is your husband after all. If he isn't allowed to fondle his wife a bit, then what point is there in marriage?”

The door to our private lounge opens and four unfamiliar people enter. “Looks like we found them. That's surely the infamous Lidith the Red and her new team.”

“Why are you disturbing us?” I frown and take a closer look at them.

A red haired foxgirl smirks at us. She has a nice figure, but she lacks a chest like me. Her face is ok, but the stupid grin makes her look like an idiot.

There is a white haired guy in black armour. He has a long and slim handsome face.

Another bulky guy who looks like a barbarian out of a bad movie is beside him.

A third fellow with brown hair, horns and goat eyes completes their group. I don't understand why someone would want to look like a goat.

The white haired guy starts to speak. “We just checked who our opponents will be and decided to take a look. But it seems we didn't have to worry. After the last tournament, there was no chance that anyone would team up with you. You got the new guys to join your team. Hahaha. This'll be no challenge. Though you found some high class goddesses there.”

Gods, this guy talks too much. I want to hit him.

The foxgirl points at Ascathon, who is refilling Celestial's glass. “What's wrong with that pathetic god. Who plays servant for others!?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Well. You saw us. Can you leave now?”

The goat-guy stands a little straighter and displays his chest proudly. “We have to proclaim our intentions to beat you this time! We won't go down like last time!”

I frown while I think back to the last tournament. “Like last time? Sorry, do I know you?”

The barbarian starts a rant. “She forgot us! I'll beat her up this time! How can someone forget about their rivals?!”

“Why should we leave with such fine goddesses in front of us? Why don't you forget about this tournament and have a little fun with us instead ladies?” The white haired guy steps towards Celestial.

Celestial's expression turns into disgust and she pulls Ascathon in front of her. “Talk to my husband if you want something.”

The white haired guy chuckles and looks at Ascathon. “So you get to play husband and wife if you serve her?” He tries to step past Ascathon, but Ascathon blocks his path with a sidestep and an unflinching smiling face.

“Is she that good in bed?” The white haired guy smirks. “What does she do to deserve that devotion.”

Ascathon continues to smile and splashes the glass of orange juice he had ready for Celestial into the white haired guy's face.

The white haired guys expression turns cold. “I'll beat you up until there is nothing left to recognize! I'll make sure that the judges won't call it quits before you are whining ball of flesh on the ground! And then I'll have a nice date with your little harem.”

A sinister black aura is released from Ascathon and the shadows around him grow larger while the light seems to retreat from him. It is the same feeling as back then when he got his psyche analysed by the old guy.

“I'll take your soul!”

White hair doesn't move for a second, then he turns and leaves the room. His group follows in silence. Ascathon returns to Celestial's side and offers her another cookie with a smiling face. The aura is gone completely.

Celestial takes the cookie and munches it down. “~If you beat that slimy guy up, I may forgive you.~” Ascathon's grin becomes broader.

Jazira turns to me. “What was that about? It felt like some hoodlums gave us a declaration for a street war!”

I shrug my shoulders. “Seems like they wanted to judge our strength. But I really can't remember them from the last tournament.” I pout. “Why do they expect that I remember them after a hundred years? Do I look like I take notes?”

Celestial changes her position in her seat to be more comfortable. “It felt pointless though. Could it be that you forgot to tell us about something... again?”

I fiddle with my popcorn. “I may have forgotten to tell you that the last rounds are team battles and that you can only join the tournament if you have a group of at least four to seven people.”

Jazira interrogates further. “And why would nobody want to fight with you?”

There is no choice, I look away. “I may turn a little berserk from time to time. It happens in the spur of the moment. Hahaha. So if that happens... just stay away from me and don't get caught up in it. I trust in my team to run away.”

Awawa. Now they look concerned. That's what I wanted to avoid.

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