17 Separation in the New World (1/2)
No matter how strong her envoy was, if her four subordinates feel threatened, they will not hesitate to fight back. And her powers were even lower than when she first woke up on this foreign planet, so she will have to rely on Malakov. But after looking at him creating a huge mass of undead, all more worthless than the other, she stopped thinking about that idea.
”You have two choices now. Either you stay with Malakov, help him build a secure base but stay hidden. Or you left this place and do whatever you want, except that you won't be discovered. If you are and try to return here while being followed, you will be killed. So what do you want?”
Funnily enough, it was Kardel that instantly answered that question. While he was staring at the sky above them, he already decided what he wanted to do.
”Empress, I will go to the Synnada Empire. From what we know, it is just a giant desert. So whoever will cross my path will just become my food. That way, I can safely hunt as for the potential monster in it hehehe.”
He opened wide his destroyed mouth, breaking the blood path covering his left cheek.
”Anyway, if I stumble on something useful, I will bring it back.”
No matter what happened, it was true that if a duvodiad wanted to hide, he will be able. No one expected him to stay here, doing nothing. The training that he suffered turned him into a vicious predator and only strength could force him to restrain his instincts. After he finished what he had to say, he sat down.
While Kardel was impulsive, the rest pondered for a long time and Meridiana was in a pickle. She needed intelligent being to survive and the more the better. So for that, entering a human nation was a perfect choice. However, she was still visibly injured, reducing her charm. And without it, she needed to rely on her physical strength to steal the life of her victims. She noticed a rock that was quite big, at least 3 meters tall. Everyone looked at her while she tried to lift it. At first, it was easy, but when she tried to lift it above her head, her right arm suddenly flinched, breaking her balance. She managed to avoid getting wounded, but the pain inside her right limb didn't fade.
Seeing this, the impassive Davion looked toward the face of Leilade and saw her dark complexion. He walked between the two, blocking the line of sight of the small girl.
”I will accompany Meridiana to the Republic of Avenio. There, we will become mercenaries, adventurers or whatever name they want to be. That way, she will interact with powerful humans, steal a little of their lives each time they meet while we hunt monsters. But for that, we need a few things. Clothes, weapons. Not everyone can turn into a beast and doesn't have to travel naked.”
Hearing those words, Ymir and Kardel snickered, since none of them really cared about that. But it was true that for the rest, they won't stay like that. Even if their bodies were strong enough to not care about temperature or wind, that was not comfy. Leilade really missed her clothes and her favorite slippers that were destroyed. Pondering for a bit, she looked at Malakov, expecting him to solve this problem. The undead, on the other hand, was taken by surprise. He used more than half of his mana just to create the numerous workers. And right now, he had to create clothes.
”Ok, I can create some low-quality robes and shoes. Just don't expect it to last more than a month. As for weapons and armors, unless we found something in the tunnels, don't be optimistic.”
He approached the succubus and the orodil and turned around them. After mentally calculating their height, he began to create what they asked. He did the same for Leilade, but since she was his mistress, he knew how small she was. Of course, he will never say that to her. After a minute, three sets of clothes were levitating toward them. For Leilade and Meridiana, it was just a robe with two slippers. They didn't need to hide the fact that her skin color was different. For Davion however, not a single part of the skin was visible. It was completely covering him, with a cloak, gloves, shoes, sockets, everything.
”That's enough, thank you Malakov.”