30 CHAPTER 30: The Lost Zeran (2/2)
”So that'll have to wait...”.
Thereon, Ange's presence was revealed from the shadows, in which it was ironic for a light Goddess to appear in such a way. Ange was wearing her glasses again and she was masking a serious look. More than that, she was carrying a modern pistol. She gave him the pistol. As Ange expected, Zeran was shocked, so she tells him,
”This is just a FLARE GUN...”
”Just signal that flare gun on the location that I'll tell you later on...”.
Zeran replies feeling hopeful,
”Then will you release RU?!”.
Ange sighed and told him with a grave look on her face,
”Sadly I can't do that...because...this is her punishment...”.
He recalled what Ange said, while he was holding his chin down with a suspicious look on his face,
”Punishment...I see...”.
Ange noticed that he wasn't happy, as he heard her words regarding the state of Ru, so Ange held his hand with great care, gave him a smile of eager interest and let out her words filled with great content,
”Instead, your reward will be...”
”You'll be revered as the HERO again...”
”Regain your status as a king...”
”And also...I'll become your Goddess Bride...”.
The air became stagnant. Ira went close to him and she let his shoulder feel her sublime soft Goddess carress once more, trying to tempt him. Then, she tells him, trying to boost his interest even more,
”More than that...I can become your CONCUBBINE aswell...”
”And yes...I'll be a better lover than my own daughter...”
”Two birds in one stone, I could say myself...”.
After that, she wrung herself around his arm and shoulders in a very oozing sexy manner, letting her face touch his shoulder blades, such as she was a white serpent tempting his deep desires. Her very action was the same as Fae's but, it was more attractive, as it had a hint of a matured touch of an experienced woman. Her vacant index finger was touching and drawing a heart at Zeran's left chest to amplify more of his carnal interests. The air was filled with a fog of arousing velvet lustful vibes that was emanating from the two so called light Goddesses. Strangely enough, there were abyss black butterflies and golden topaz butterflies fluttering around later on. Though, Zeran didn't look that much pleased for the two light Goddesses' lust-filled generous offers, instead he was having huge suspicions in his thoughts for the two of them,
(”Tsk...Now I'm having doubts if I want this woman...”)
(”And this foreign Goddess too...there is something kinda off about her...other than her scent...”)
(”She's kinda dangerous...more dangerous than Fae...”)
(”Even though she's kinda sexy in her actions...”)
(”Though, Ange said...I'll be reknowned as a hero again...and my life will be back to once it was...and I'll have these two as great bonuses too...letting me have eternal life too...”).
Suddenly, he felt some sort of cold spear had struck deep in his heart, as he tried to remember Ru, turning him to have a deep breath,
(”But...what about Ru?”)
(”This feeling...why am I terrified...”)
(”These two before me are light Goddesses...yet...they're scarier than any dark Goddess...I've confronted with...”)
(”It feels like...their lights have been...”)
(”DISTORTED...”).
Ira snapped him out of his thoughts by putting her index finger on top of his lip, gesturing some kind of secret between them and she said in a very engaging way filled with mischief,
”Don't tell Nassus about our secret, okay?”.
Meanwhile, in another area, during the nightfall outside, clashings of weapons were overheard nearby, echoing the sound of battle that was going on in the middle of the night. Mai was wielding a scimitar. Her scimitar was crescent in shape but, shorter than any longsword or katana yet, longer than any dagger that was used for close-combat. She was using a melee weapon, since she was fighting someone wearing a mask and shrouded with a full-fledged white cloak who has a scythe as her weapon. Not only that, the mystery woman was like a shadowy spectre on her movements, making Mai's main ranged weapon to be useless. Mai stanced herself defensively, anticipating the visaged woman's next strike. Sadly, Mai was becoming exhausted, so she was feeling weak as the battle took longer than she can handle. The next moment, the woman vanished with blinding speed and tried to struck Mai with lots of flurries from above, the front and the sides with amazing grace. Thankfully, Mai was able to parry all of them. Sadly, those attacks took a toll on her stamina and she noticed something peculiar, so she said to the mysterious woman,
”Hah...hah...tell me...why are you here...”
”Reincarnation Goddess Arseia...”.
As the cloaked woman removed her mask, the brave mother-like and maiden-like face of Goddess Arseia was revealed, turning Mai's suspicion to be correct. Arseia struck down her scythe unto the loamy ground to cease their battle. Then, Arseia says with grave seriousness in her look,
”I want to talk to you about something...Mai...”
”It's about the cases of Angehime, Ruhime and my son...and that foreign DISTORTED light Goddess...”.
As Mai heard those words about the Goddesses and Zeran, she sheathed her scimitar and the searing winds of battle had calmed down. She sighed deeply and responded with an intense eager look on her brave eyes,
”Sigh...alright...I'm listening...”
”If it's about Zen, then I'll do what I can...”
Arseia was pleased, making her to say,
”Glad we had an understanding...”
Though in her thoughts were feeling kinda wishful,
(”Maybe...she still loves Zen...but what about you...my son...”).