Chapter 44 – Ep.3 – Temporary Alliance (3)
A long, low trumpet sound.
That sound, out of nowhere in the middle of the night, carries a warning that something is going very seriously wrong.
“Catch it! Catch!”
The bewildered knights pick up their weapons and chase the two women.
One is a high treason that was sealed in the dungeon, and the other is the best knight they have ever served, calling themselves the leader.
The female knights, who are chasing after but not fully understanding what has happened, run hard to catch even the high treason Philmark.
“Huh, huh… “
“Okay, grab it… !”
The two women’s run, which seems to have escaped human speed, is impossible to keep up with.
“I don’t know who he is, but he’s really weak.”
“Shut up and run! Noisy… “
Once united for mutual benefit, the two women do their best to run away while arguing.
There is only one man in their heads, and for that man, they should be willing to borrow the hand of a [Dirty bitch].
Philmarck thinks.
‘A dog year. If I see an opportunity, I’ll kill it right away and then run away with only Delrin.’
Neva thinks.
‘I have to use it enough, then capture it again when the time is right and seal it inside the prison.’
It’s a combination that wouldn’t be strange no matter when they hit the back of the head, but both of them calmly accompany each other knowing that it’s not the time to strike the back yet.
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Soon the two women reached the vicinity of Neva’s house.
The broken window and traces of Delrin from underneath…
Philmarck closely examines the traces, but continues to sneer at Neva.
“What. You said you jumped? I guess I didn’t like it at all. Poor Delrin. Tsk tsk… “
“I should have told you to quickly search and help… ! Whoa… The place where the trail was cut off is over there.”
The grass is overgrown… The two women, who moved along the path that Delrin struggled to crawl through, once again encounter truly mysterious traces.
“… “
Even Phil Marc, who was so sarcastic, shuts her mouth for a while and examines her traces closely. What on earth was going on in this forest space?
“If you find out anything, tell me right away… “
“Shut up and stay. I have to focus.”
Phil Marc, who interrupted Neva very nervously, frowned at her last trace of Delrin.
Traces he left behind.
A strange sense of incongruity lingers in those faint traces that will soon disappear.
The traces, cut so neatly and cleanly, make it seem as if Delrin disappeared in an instant.
“… Shit.”
You seem to be involved in something quite difficult. I don’t know who Delrin was taken by, but it must have been taken by a pretty talented bastard.
“I can’t find anything here. They erased everything.”
“Erase everything?”
“Okay. That she erased the traces. Very close… Were there any other signs around?”
“No. I searched all over the forest and couldn’t find it.”
“Fuck. Are you even flying? Otherwise, they are saying that they erase all traces of their past without any gaps… “
However, if that is the case, there are a few odd points.
Why delrin?
Did you put so much effort into it?
“I could have just taken him…” I erased everything like this… ”
The answer is simple.
Either they didn’t leave any traces on the ground because they really flew into the sky, or they were clever bastards who didn’t want to leave any traces of themselves…
Or both.
“Witch. They’re witches It’s clear.”
Philmarck came to a conclusion. Her keen intuition did not go astray. Correct answer!
“A witch? I heard that witches don’t interact at all… “
“That’s stupid. If you live with each other without any exchanges, you’ll find them all after a few years, right? I just live hiding my identity among humans. Those bastards roamed about and found orphans and… Catch some younger guys… “
I have a bad feeling about it. A shadow falls on Philmarck’s face.
“Catch me… ?”
“… Make orphans into witches and play with men. In a place where only women live their entire lives, can a man who has been taken away survive?”
Neva, like Phil Marc, has a serious expression, even a very angry expression, and clenches her fists in anger.
“This, this… “
“It’s a pain in the ass. Under… “
In a moment of despair, the two ponder what terrible things Delrin is going through. Delrin, who must be tainted in her simmering lust…
“No… ! Under those circumstances, Delrin would have loaded. Okay. She must have… “
“Or at least with a gag in its mouth.”
Curb.
If she’s being beaten with her mouth sealed…
“…Keugh!”
Neva bites her own lips until they bleed, imagining her dirty scenes. She can’t help but imagine When humans originally wanted not to recall, she would recall it even more persistently.
“Damn, damn! We have to go to the witches quickly! Quickly!”
“How are you going? Those bastards live floating on an island in the sky among themselves. They’re floating here and there, and you can’t get on them easily because the entire island is covered with stealth magic. Ha, fuck… That’s fucking…”
“So…! Then just stay still? Sucking Delrin’s fingers while she gets fucked by another girl!?”
“Shut up! I’m thinking about it!”
Phil Marc pushes Neva away from screaming in excitement, then rubs her temples and rolls her hair.
However, no matter how cunning Philmarck is, he cannot make the impossible possible.
There were many times when I tricked the witches who came down to the ground and ate them off, and there were times when I beat them down with my skills and gave them a hard time.
He had never reached the sky island [Raftel] Where witches lived.
In this gloomy situation, to find Raftel and mount him…
“…I have no choice but to catch and blackmail a few witches and then go to Raftel. Those bastards can sense where Raftel is floating.”
“Okay…! Then hurry up… Ugh!”
“(For a moment.)”
Philmarck suddenly covered Neva’s mouth and whispered softly. Confused by her unusual mood, Neva looked around her with her eyes wide open.
‘I don’t have anything…?’
However, Neva, who couldn’t detect anything about her, glanced at her, wondering what the hell this thief was doing, and then she tried to remove her hand that was blocking her mouth…
“(I’m lucky.)”
A cool energy begins to linger in the bleak forest heated by the blue moonlight.
Now Neva also feels something strange. The feeling of her hair standing on end…
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Round birds take flight.
The forest becomes noisy.
And,
When they are quiet,
A witch flies over their heads.
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After a few tens of minutes.
A dark back alley.
“I’m wearing this inside out.”
Philmarck gives Neva something that looks like a very tattered robe.
Without saying a word, Neva pulled back her robe and tucked her collar to hide her face.
“Is this enough?”
“Is it okay? I’ll take care of everything myself, so just keep your mouth shut. It’ll be a hassle if you get caught.”
Since he is already wanted, he needs to be more careful. If you get caught by knights and soldiers walking around with lights on, things will get complicated. Neva and Philmarck don’t have time to squabble with them. We must find Delrin.
“Don’t make a mistake and wait.”
“No. I’ll follow you. I might run away.”
“You idiot. I’m handcuffed with moon stones. Will you jump out? Go around and search?”
“I even handcuffed you, but if you try to go in alone, I’ll let you in.”
“…”
“Lead ahead.”
“Ehh.”
Philmark escapes the dark back alley with Neva and follows a witch to a tavern.
Quite a few thieves, bounty hunters, prostitutes and drug dealers, and even bad adventurers…
Knights and thieves enter the tavern where all kinds of people gather.
Due to her pretty good Phil Marc’s disguise, none of her, including her guards, recognize her and let her in naturally.
Now, they are a captured criminal and a silent adventurer who is following him… He is just a hidden adventurer.
“…”
Filmmark melts into the surrounding atmosphere.
He doesn’t look around. Even so, he glances at who is sitting where and examines the atmosphere.
“…”
Found. Witch.
It moves very quietly and naturally so that the eyes of those around you do not spill on yourself and Neva.
“Left corner. Don’t show off.”
Neva also glances at the left corner. There, a witch who passed over their heads a while ago is talking to a certain woman.
I don’t know when she changed her clothes, but instead of the clothes that looked like witches at first sight, she was dressed as an ordinary adventurer, as if she frequented her tavern… Also, she acted as if she were a very close friend of the woman in the front seat.
However, Philmarck saw blue magic leaking from her hand. Now that witch is touching the spirit of the person in front of you.
“Welcome. What can I get you?”
When the two of them sit down at a suitable table, an older, energetic-looking waitress approaches and takes their order. However, there is one small problem,
“Uh… Well…”
‘Ah. Fuck it.’
Neva is a woman who has never been to a place like this, so she can’t properly play her role as a prickly adventurer who has gone through all kinds of hardships…!
“Give me a beer or two. Ah. Six skewers of any kind, and I’d rather have pork.”
So Phil Marc stomps on Neva’s foot to signal her, then deftly casts a spell instead.
“What? Not you. Adventurer, sir. What should I give you?”
I knew it.
It seems that they do not listen to the orders of criminals in handcuffs.
The back of the witch is quite rigid.
As the order gets longer, the eyes of those around you gather one by one.
“…Just two beers.”
“Yes. I’ll bring it to you right away.”
Neva finishes the order briefly, speaking as firmly as possible.
“Ahhh, the cibal… It’s a beer joke without any side dishes…”
“Shut up.”
Nice response from Neva.
Not a bad sum for a newbie.
“Yes, yes. Let’s do as you command~”
Philmarck grumbled slyly and banged his head on the table. Now the conversation is over, and people’s eyes will be scattered.
However, a strange tension still lingers inside the bar.
Maybe others don’t feel it
As much as the three women, I feel it quite clearly.
“…”
“…”
“…”
A moment of silence lingers around the two tables.
The first to break the silence is the witch’s table.
“So, when did you get here? Huh? What the hell have you been doing?”
“I just came. You promised.”
“Huh? A promise?”
“Yes. Promise.”
“Ah…~ That’s right. I think it was like that?”
“Oops. You forgot again. You always forget your promises like that.”
Discomfort.
“…”
It smells.
It’s not the smell of sweat in a tavern, nor the smell of beer…
“Delrin.”
Philmarck noticed the faint scent.
Not the smell of sweet candy and pumpkins from witches,
It smells like the man who gave me the happiest memories.
