16 「Oh My Darlins」 (2/2)
The Goblins were having a field day as they viewed Enri and anyone related to Enri as pretty much their gods. They had been summoned by her and they were going to live for her. So they only expected the best for her.
About thirty minutes later the adventurers were assembled at the front gates of the new wall and were saying their goodbyes to the Villagers.
”Hey Peter,” Ninya she turned to the blond leader, ”I'm going to... Checkout the wall with Jack. We'll catch up with you back at E-Rantel.”
Peter who was motioning for the NPCs on the wall to open the door, nodded. ”Of course, we'll wait for you at the pharmacist's residence.”
Ninya smiled at her friend as he smiled back even wider.
Peter finally saw the smile that hadn't been on her face before. It was a real smile, she was happy in the capacity that she had found love she never had before.
The smile held not only love, but hope. The man who had promised to help her, had fallen for her.
Part of him was sure she would end up leaving the Swords of Darkness once she got what she needed. Once she saved her sister, once she secured a the Sword of Darkness
Momon, Nabe, Nphirea, Lukrut, Peter and Dyne made their way out the doors with the wagon and the giant Hamster; making their way back to E-Rantel.
The two of them watched their friends until they vanished over the horizon.
”Should we spend the night here?” Cipher asked as he looked over at Ninya. It was already getting late and he figured by the time they did a full circuit, it might be dark out.
”We have some... Vacant housing.” Enri abruptly joined their conversation, speaking of the houses belonging to the recently deceased due to the massacre by the Theocracy.
Ninya was already red in the face when he asked this question, but when Enri joined in she was about read to face palm herself. To cover up her thoughts and embarrassment, she took a standing thinkers pose.
”If it doesn't bother anyone, I don't mind..” She bowed her head slightly, likely chewing the side of her lip. She was wondering what he had planned if they were to stay the night.
Had it been an innocent question, or one of lust? If he wanted to do anything to her, she didn't know how she could take it as she only accepted him a day ago, if not less than.
”Well.. Since we're not necessarily going into battle...” He would take the armor pieces off of himself, slipping them into the inventory which he referred to as dimensional storage. Now he was just in his military uniform after removing the quilted blue cloak.
”Still look like a Noble,” Ninya wheezed jokily before shaking her head and letting her hands fall to her sides. Her eyes rested on his silver rank which sat in contrast against his dark black attire.
”What can I say? I have the face for it.”
Ninya wiggled her nose at that, as she wasn't really a fan of nobility.
…
Hours later the team arrived in E-Rantel, it was clearly dark and there was hardly anyone outside. It wasn't safe after the night cast out the sun.
That was when the criminals and the undead freely roamed the streets. Murderers and scum, druggies and drunkards. The world wasn't a safe place even in the most pampered of places.
”Then, Mister Momon.” Peter spoke up as they were all near the main gate. ”We will go to Nphirea's house to drop off his things.” Everyone had such smiling faces on. It was a good day's work and they all got to lay their eyes on the giant Hamster.
”I understand,” Momon said, ”Once I register this magical creature with the guild. I'll head that way.”
”I was able to gather a lot thanks to you, Mister Momon.” Nphirea sounded excited to now have a larger stock than he had previously. Considering he wasn't really out of stock before. ”I will be sure to add a bonus to the payment!”
”Much was gathered with my help, it was.” The Wise King said with its cute, yet intimidating, face domainted by its big round eyes and profound buck teeth.
”See you soon!” Peter shouted out as the Wagon's horses rawred and made their way to their intended destination under the careful hands of the Pharmiscist.
”Nabe, we'll be separated for a little bit,” Lukrut had his arms out and his chest puffed forward, before making a kisy pose. ”I hope you won't be lonely. Let's party it up later~”
”Water flea! I will crush you beneath my feet!” Nabe retorted with her sharp tongue and closed eyes. She clearly held him in no regard.
”Hurry up and go!” Dyne punched the friend of his playfully as they hurried off towards the Beleare residence.
After several minutes they were arriving in front of the home and started to unload while Nphirea tied off the horse and made his way inside. Lighting a lantern he began going through the front of the house.
”Is grandmother out?” He saw no indication that she was home, let alone that she was there recently.
As he approached the door to the cellar though, the door opened and he was greeted by the sign of a young pale woman. Her face was down right ominous, with those red eyes and pale skin. She reminded him of a stereotypical vampire of sorts.
”No, I was really worried!” Clementine stood there in plain view of the male, dressed in scantily clad scale armor, decorated in the trophies from dead Adventurers and a black cloak. With the shadows of her bowlcut hair covering half of her face, her large mouth dominated her features. To say the least, the scene was rather creepy as it was accompanied by her sweet but maddened voice. ”You didn't come home for days.”
”I waited for you for so long~” She reached up and plucked the hood off her head to reveal her face in more detail.
”You don't know her?”
”N-no I don't.”
”Hm... I'm here to kidnap you.” Clementine giggled with those red eyes of hers, filled with the uncanny lust for torture and murder. It was as if when you looked into her eyes, you saw yourself in a puddle of your own blood.
The way she spoke though, how she carried herself and he gestures. She was confident she could take down her enemies and those who got in her way.
Quickly Dyne, Peter and Lukrut rushed to the frontline, blocking her access to the young man.
”Mister Nphirea, please stand back!” Peter shouted with his sword at the ready.
Dyne had his mace and Lukrut had already drawn his short sword as a bow and arrow wasn't worth all that much in the first place when it came to enclosed spaces.
”I want to use your talent of being able to use any kind of magic item,” she appeared to dance in place a bit. She was surely mad in the head, unstable and dangerous. ”In order to summon an army of the Undead.”
”Huh?”
”Become our tool,” Clementine's eyes were smiling deviously. ”Won't you use the Crown of Wisdom for us?” It was clear they were up to no good. ”It's a request from sweet little ol' me.”
”With the Crown of Wisdom, it'll be possible to cast the seven tier summon, Undead Army that normal people can't cast. And although it is impossible to control all the undead we summon, we'll be able to lead them in various general directions!”
Gasping, Nphirea dropped the lantern and it shattered on the floor, draping the front room in darkness.
”Mister Nphirea, please run away from here quickly!” Peter commanded as he kept one hand on his stort while pointing off towards the door. He didn't face away from Clementine, she couldn't be trusted. She was a viper readying to strike.
”B-but...”
”It'll be a problem if you got away from me!” Clementine went to draw her weapon, a single stiletto, a piercing blade.
”You play around too much!” A new face appeared, slamming the door shut. A sickly pale man in reddish brown robes, wearing a gold chain around his neck and an old dark staff in one hand, his name was Kahjiit and a member of a terrorist Organization that reveres the undead.
”Oh, but you did make preparations so no one would hear their screams, right?”