Chapter 180 - The Ark Of Enemys Den (1/2)

”Hm, I haven't realized. I thought humans could fly,” sassed the little girl.

She flew around in random circles, continuing to enjoy the attention she was getting. Yan could only watch the little girl in abject horror. He was supposed to corner the enemy, not the other way 'round. The imagery of the vines closing sealed his fate as he could not find a way out.

”What's wrong? I thought you would have seen Mages by now,” asked the little girl, scratching her head.

Yan kept quiet as he tried to hide the weapons in his little sack. She then abruptly flew down and grabbed his hand.

”Come on! Let's play!” yelled the little girl as she dragged the poor boy to the Old Chapel.

”Oh, yea! I forgot to ask what's your name,” said the girl, stopping her flight.

”Yan, Asriyan,” replied the confused assassin.

”I'm Mavislin!” said the little Valkyrie happily.

Yan's face went pale. The target of Ashley's mission... If she's still alive, that means... Yan's felt his legs lose all energy.

”Let's go!” yelled the cheerful Valkyrie.

When they finally reached the doorstep, Ysabeau swung open the door. A middle-aged lady stood by the door, wearing a blue dress with a white apron. Her normally unkempt strawberry blonde hair was tied into a neat bun with a white hairband. Her smile was like a mother's.

”Welcome home, little one. You're just in time for tea,” said Ysabeau, straightening out her dress.

She stopped midway when she caught a glance of the human boy beside her little girl.

”You've brought a friend?” she asked, placing her heads on her h.i.p.s.

”Yes! He's Yan!” said the happy girl.

Meanwhile, Yan's heart was racing like mad as he had been invited into the enemy's den. Infiltration like this was not what he had planned in his head. He had already messed up the operation, Ashley ain't going to be pleased.

”Can I bring him in?” asked Mavislin, looking at Ysbau with her puppy eyes.

”Of course, but you've got to keep your wings. The Old girl doesn't like it,” said Ysbeau, before going into the building.

Mavislin landed gracefully on the front porch and shook her little body. Her wings disappeared.

”Old girl? You've got a pet int here?” asked Yan, looking around.

”No, silly. The Old girl is the Old Chapel.”