Chapter 37 - The Don and Assaults of the Rooters 2 (1/2)
There's a seclusive cave that no one other than the members of the organization knew about. A man in his suit with a black mask entered.
He saw that there's some trace of blood lay scattered on the ground as he's gotten closer to his destination. A secret door opened when he showed his face to the guard.
In one nod, the four guards saluted and gave way. He asked one of them to bring him to the founders of the group and he unquestionably guided him to their master.
As he approached the room, he could hear the m.o.a.n and cries of a poor boy.
'Damn, pedo. He's doing it again,' he said inside his mind.
”Master, Master Seraph is here. Sir, I'll take my leave,” he lowered his head and left him behind.
'What kind of security is this? Does he even care about his master? Nevermind, I need to prioritize my mission,' he commented.
Seraph flinched when the voice of the boy disappeared. There's a sound of a crack and his nose sniffed the smell of blood.
”Seraph, please enter,” the host called him, and he obediently followed.
He saw the fresh corpse of a young boy, age 12 below, on the surface. His b.u.t.t was covered by his blood. His eyes turned at the lower part of the culprit, and he explicitly felt disgusted by looking at it.
”Greetings, my friend. What can I do for you?” asked the host, removing the blood from his hand with his blanket.
The host named was Arak. He's a tamer and an immortal human being. He's an old acquaintance of Seraph and the most notable assassin in the world before the fall of the Ratican Empire.
He had brown hair and a beard. From the stomach to his c.h.e.s.t, it was covered by his hair. He had a long mustache and a feminine face.
His sky blue eyes smiled at his friend.
”There's something I want you to have,” Seraph handed a letter to Arak.
Additional information, Arak was the leader of the Second Root. An interdependent collaborator of the Visigoth Cult.
”What's this, milord?” asked Arak as he got surprised after he read the content.
Seraph raised his hand and pointed his index at Arak, ”A new prophecy has been added. Your presence is needed. All you have to do is finish the task without any questions. The Grandlord wants an absolute and hundred percent guarantee that the mission will be completed properly without delay.”
Arak picked up the picture of the present Hermes Archnemesis.
”Are you telling me that I must kill this masked child, my liege? Oh, my gosh. This is interesting. Do we have a new version of him? How old is he?” he blushed.
Seraph chastised, ”He's f.u.c.k.i.n.g fifteen years old, Arak.”
”Oh, boy. He's no longer my type. I want fresh meat just like this little boy. He entertained me so much. My gosh, I wanted to release my stress one more time, but I accidentally cracked his neck when he resisted earlier.”
”Grandlord's words are absolute. He wants you to kill him before his guardian demon joins in. I'm not interested in your hobbies, Arak. Remember, you've only gained your immortality because of his power. Don't disappoint our master.” Seraph demanded.
”Sir, the letter mentioned that I must bring all of my men to attack him. We are only eight people right now. My brothers are still in the village though. Is the child that powerful to send all of us?” Arak deadpanned, waving the picture like he's bored.
Seraph folded his arms across his c.h.e.s.t and raised one finger up.
He replied, ”No, but bringing him down with numbers is advantageous. Trust me, going alone is a bad idea. The grand lord scolded me last time because I went alone to finish the job.”
Seraph recalled the time he failed to kill the young Don four days ago. His limbs were still hurt because of the curse that his former colleague, Justin, gave to him. Right now, he's currently recovering from the injury.
Arak's face turned serious and he commented inside his mind while he looked at the photo, 'For real? This kid is dangerous indeed.'
”Lord Seraph, there are some enemies out there like the Verdugo clan, and our organization needs more human resources to revive the demon lord as per instruction of our master. But to be honest, I'm still trying to recover from the shame. I'm very thankful that the grand lord gives me a chance to redeem myself.”
”Shame of what?” asked Seraph.
”One week ago, you asked me to send my cute little pet to murder the children of the head of the Camelia though. But I failed. Someone interfered. I'm so infuriated by the people who murdered my puppy. My gosh, whoever those people are, I'm going to kill them. The prophecy has been delayed because of that.” he yapped.
Seraph nodded and commented inside his mind, 'Yes, the prophecy for the future of the village has been delayed too much. Good thing, he's mad about it. His hatred of the culprit will strengthen his resolve and willpower to kill him.'
”Then, good for you. It's Hermes and his butler did that. Not to mention, he's with the two children,” sang Seraph, smiling.
”For real. OMG. This is the best day of my life. By the way, are they both girls?” he quizzed.
Seraph's eyes wrinkled and he realized that he's asking what the gender of the twins.
”One of them is a woman,” Seraph answered.
Arak licked his lower lips.
”Another sacrifice. With her soul, the demon lord will be revived today! Okay, I will make sure to finish the job. I'll take down that child and bring the two in our custody,” said Arak, confidently.
”I thought you only want the girl? Don't tell me ― shit. You make me sick to my stomach,” rasped Avery as he turned and walked away.
”Oh, please. You're leaving because of that. How cute. Oh well, there's something I want to do for that little male lamb though. Fresh meat is a must for my dinner,” he chorused.
'F.u.c.k.i.n.g pedophile,' Seraph commented inside his mind.
Two guards entered the room and dragged the corpse out of the place.
Arak grinned and he raised his arm, ”All hail the Grandlord!”
Meanwhile, the crew arrived at their destination. Venus commanded Mambo to look after the kids.
The Seerside forest was the most abundant and secured place for the Camelia family. Every Monday, they went here to collect the rare herbs that only the forest could offer. The mana coming from the mountains and the Great Dark Tree was the birth of all herbs to sprout here.
The location was an interesting spot for a picnic because the place resembled a large garden of flowers.
The rare herbs were the source of income for the family, and it's one of the main export of the Neue Fiona Village.
On the right side, there's a river next to it with clear and clean water. It could be a good source of water source for travelers.
The young Don sat down on the log, and he used the newspaper as his cover from the dirt. He turned his gaze at the kids who were happily picking up a lot of herbs in the garden. On the right side, the priestess who was wearing his jacket was looking at the birds hanged on the small tree.
”Slime, measure her,” he commanded.
The slime eagerly responded, ”Yes, master.”
”Sir. Aljen, look. There's a Redpula on the tree. Look, look, so cute,” Venus called him like a child found a new animal in the zoo, but he only waved his hand once as his reply. Thankfully, the priestess didn't get mad about it because she's eager to watch the birds than scolding him.
The slime took a few minutes to measure her whole body.
”Height is 145 cm, H.i.p.s size is 32 cm, Waist size is 28 cm and her Buzz size is 81 cm, sir. Fertile, healthy, and not to mention, she has a good waist for child labor. Good catch, master. I advise you to wait for her to reach her legal age,” the slime congratulated him.
Hermes sput out the water from his mouth after he heard it. He coughed several times before he could recover. He closed again his tumbler to prevent another water loss.
He explicitly asked, ”Why did you measure her whole body? I'm not talking about that one.”
”But you ordered me to do so, master? Not specifically in full details,” the slime corrected.
He badgered, ”What I want you to measure is her affection rate towards me, not her sizes. Damn it, slime. Read the lines here next time.”
”Aaah, so. Let's be real here.” the slime joshed, ”Do you want to do some nasty stuff with her, master? Man, you're really a playboy.”
”Cut the crap, slime. My life is on the line. Don't ask any stupid questions. Just focus on your job. Do it,” he demanded.
”Master, I don't know how to measure love affection, but I could read her pulse and heartbeat to identify it. Poets, novelists, and songwriters have described it in countless turns of phrase, but at the level of biology, love is all about chemicals.
Although the physiology of romantic love has not been extensively studied, scientists can trace the symptoms of deep attraction to their logical sources,” the slime explained.
Hermes was impressed.
”Oh, really? How so?” he asked.
”Part of the whole attraction process is strongly linked to physiological arousal as a whole. Typically, that's going to start with things like increased heart rate, sweatiness, and so on,” the slime added in his explanation.
The young Don rubbed his jaw and he realized that the slime had a good point.
He queried, ”Slime. How can we identify if the person is in love with you through that kind of method?”
”When you catch sight of your beloved and your heart starts racing, that's because of an adrenaline rush,” said the slime.
”And?” Hermes raised his eyebrows.
The slime added, ”Here's how it works: The brain sends signals to the adrenal gland, which secretes hormones such as adrenaline, epinephrine, and norepinephrine. They flow through the blood and cause the heart to beat faster and stronger.”
The young Don had no idea what was those words, but since it eagerly explained it properly, he decided to go in the flow.
”Good. I understand it very clearly. Now, do it,” he commanded.
”But, master.” The slime hesitated to say it, but he heaved a sigh before he resumed, ”You need to understand the risk here. The host must get closer to the target.”
”Okay, fine,” he jumped out from the log, and he walked his way towards the priestess.
Venus removed her hat and she used it to cover her mouth, ”What do you want, Sir Aljen?”
Her eyes could easily captivate the boys but the resistance of the young Don repelled her cuteness.
”May I ask to look at your hands?” asked Hermes, calmly.
Venus blushed, and she fidgeted her fingers while holding her hat. She tilted her head on the side and she gravely looked at his mask.
'Kyaaaa!' she screamed inside.
”Huh? W, Why do you want to look at my hand? Are you planning to read my palm? Interesting. I didn't know Sir Aljen is a fortune teller now. Fufu~,” she giggled.
Hermes scratched his chin and he felt embarrassed when she said it.
”Master, you need to touch her,” the slime reminded.
”Ah, my bad. I'm not into that. By the way, can I hold your hand?” asked Hermes.
Venus blinked her eyes thrice before she returned to reality. She took a cough once and returned her hat on her head.
”Umm, okay. Here,” she raised her hands with an emotionless face.
But the opposite was different. She's screaming in joy.
'W, What? How bold. Kyaaa, oh my gosh!' she said inside her mind.
Hermes touched her hands and he closed his eyes.
”Hmmm,” her face turned red and her lips trembled. One by one, the young Don's finger touched her palm and wrist. And then, he held it so tight that it made the priestess bit her lips to stop her from excitement.
Mambo was surprised when he saw the young Don and his master were holding hands.
He commented, ”How bold, Sir. Aljen. Sir Justin will be so proud.”
One minute later, the priestess was almost at her limits, and after the young Don opened his eyes, he turned around and walked away without saying anything.
'Kyaaaa!' the priestess touched her cheeks and fanned herself.
”Oh, my gosh. What was that all about? Don't tell me, he's hitting on me now? Kyaaa!” she shook her right hand up and down with overwhelming joy.
”What's the status? Did I get a positive number more than 50?” asked Hermes.
”Master, negative. The heartbeat only got 10 percent. That means, she doesn't feel comfortable with you. It means, she's only thinking of you as a friend.”
The young Don's eyes turned blank. His face turned blue with cold sweat.