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"Cookies" → Spells / Martial Arts
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Chapter 25
→ Camp of the 2nd legion Colognium / Zesshi ←
Zesshi built her tent and placed her things inside. A comfortable fieldbed was placed at the end. The trink just in front of it and a plushy, made by mother, was fixed to work as a pillow. She then proceeded to take her armor and weapons, which she had gotten as a present from mother, out of the trunk.
It had protection for her legs. She was protected on the underside of her abdomen with a big plate, which was bound with the one on the upper side of her abdomen. The upper side also had a mantle to make it more comfortable for her back. Further up she wore a long chainmail, which covered her entire front and ended at the back point of her abdomen. While heavy for a normal human, for Zesshi it was easy to wear and protected her well. Her arms were covered by the same chainmail. Though Zesshi had a helmet, she wouldn't wear it, since she wanted to hear better and not have her vision limited.
After placing her armor in place she took out her usual scythe. It had a double head, which made it more useful for her fighting style. It was also roumured that it once belonged to Surshana, one of the 'six gods' of the Slane Theocracy.
Afterwards she prepared a stand for her armor, so she could go easier to sleep tomorrow morning. Then she only prepared a lock for her trunk and secured it.
She had prepared herself and looked over the interior of her tent. It was comfy and Zesshi smiled to herself. This field trip definitely would be fun, at least for her.
She walked out of the tent to meet with this Plumbus.
"Ah. This is Lady Zesshi, our reinforcement from Nazarick." He introduced Zesshi to a group of centurions. They looked at her, some of the younger were scared while some older looked at her to guess her strength.
"Nice to meet the second legion. I am here to get rid of some pesky insect. Can we please go over the information we have on it?" Zesshi asked and one of the older centurions shuffled in a booklet.
"The patrols are attacked at night to our north east, which is that direction" the centurion pointed towards a big forest, which Zesshi knew as she had trained in there as a child.
"Those are the only patrols, as over daytime we only observe into that direction with sentries. The other patrols at night, to our northwest and the south arent attacked and report back. We also estimate the attacker to be capable, as the whole patrol is killed and we have doubled the soldiers on patrol." the same centurion explained even more and Zesshi remained stoic.
"It seems that they dont want us to investigate the forest there." Zesshi remembered the words from mother and then thought about it.
"Can I have someone to show me the path for the night? Afterwards I will take over that patrol over the night. I would also like to not be interrupted during the day, since I will be sleeping then." Zesshi proposed and the centurion nodded.
"I will ask for volunteers." The oldest amongst them sighed and Zesshi smiled at him.
"That would be nice. I will be going now and resting a little. until evening." She walked out and heard a few happy voices behind her.
Some were happy for having reinforcement, others were happy because she wasn't their enemy. Others were simply happy that she wasn't in the same room as them.
She entered her tent and opened her sudoku-booklet.
→ Arwintar Nazarick-mansion / Arachama ←
Arachama squinted her eyes. She needed to ask for some curtains or something. Every morning the sun just thundered in her face, ripping her out of her nice dreams. She then grabbed around her when a slight squeaking sound came. She then turned and saw one of the twins hugging her. She then felt the other on her back.
"Morning, dear mom."
"Good morning, mother dear." Both said, happiness radiating from them.
"Ara ara. Good morning my little cuddle bears." She greeted them back while getting them in a tight hug. Sadly it wasn't a long cuddling session, as Enti walked inside.
"Good Morning, mother. Breakfast is ready." Enti greeted her mother. Arachama, with the twins still in a tight bearhug, walked towards the living room.
The breakfast was a quiet affair. Arachama felt ashamed for herself and her outbursts the day before. Even Enti seemed to stay a bit further away. Though the twins and Arche still kept close to her. It was a somber experience for Arachama, after which she swore she would cuddle Enti much more. But before fun comes work and thus she stood in her office.
Arachama was wearing a black-red kimono with a web-pattern. It covered her upper body and parts of her abdomen. She wore a combination of long, red socks and something, which Enti described as spider-shoes. It was more like a second sock of more durable material. But arachama trusted her oldest and simply went along.
"Who from this world even knows how an arachne like me dresses?" She asked herself. She then casted "Gate" and went through to Mongas office.
She looked around, confusion on her face. None was there, not even a stack of paperwork. Arachama then looked into Mongas room and found one of the strangest scenes she could stumble into. On the bed were many body pillows, every single one depicted Monga. Arachama, stumbling, just grabbed the side of the opened door. She then realized that she stepped on one of Albedo's dresses, which was flying through the office. Albedo, lying in the middle of the army of pillows, stirred and tiredly turned towards Arachama. Golden eyes, filled with lust and dreamyness, turned angry and fearful. Red filled Albedos cheeks.
"Ara ara. I know you like him. But please. We have important business." Arachama laughed, trying to keep her composure.
"Lady Arachama. It is not as it seems…" Albedo began.
"I don't care what it is nor what it seems. I only need the items and papers." Arachama replied, looking away from this hill of pillows.
"The papers are in the top drawer on the right side of the desk. The items are with the papers." Albedo explained.
"I wish you much fun. See you in two days. Tata." Arachama said and closed the door to Mongas room. Afterwards she gathered the needed items and made her way towards the office door, when she decided to give Albedo some quiet time. She took a paper and used some of her silk. After crafting a shield she wrote 'on break' on it and placed it on the doorknob.
She could have used "Gate" to go to the 5th floor, but decided against it. She needed to prepare for tomorrow and thus she began to walk towards the 6th floor. She passed nearly all floors, the exception being the 8th as this was closed.
"Ara ara. Why would someone close me out from my paradise is another question. Such a shame." Arachama mused and continued her trip.
She reached the 6th floor and looked around the colosseum. Finding Aura was easy, though she was searching for Mare. She looked in the village, which was now more lively after three elves were added to its two inhabitants. She looked around further and even found the 'Giant Tarantula', which she summoned a while back. It had looked at her with big puppy-eyes and then both cuddled for a while. She knew that the 'Giant Tarantula' was leading a good life. Just when she thought about leaving the floor she saw Mare return to the colosseum.
"Ara ara. Mare? I would like to ask you something." Arachama asked and waved at him from the other side of the colosseum.
"G-good m-morning, Lady A-a-Arachama." Mare stuttered.
"Morning. I would need your abilities as a druid tomorrow. Could you meet me here tomorrow? I have something important, which requires your help." Arachama asked, a chipper mood spreading in her chest.
"O-of c-c-course." Mare answered, walking backwards. Arachama dashed forward and gave Mare a tight hug.
"That would be nice. I will even bring you a nice t-shirt." Arachama smiled and Mare simply nodded, barely able to breath.
"Lady Arachama. Didn't you want to go to the frozen prison?" Aura asked and Arachama stirred.
"You are right. See you tomorrow Mare. Nice day to you both." Arachama said and let Mare out of her hug. He had a heavy breathing and then Arachama began to walk to the 5th floor.
→ Demiurges 'Happy Farm' / Demiurge ←
Demiurge was just doing the paperwork for his neat ranch when a portal opened and Entoma walked through. While he couldn't see her emotions, he smelled her pheromones. Entoma seemed pleased, hopeful and happy. This was good.
"Ahh. Entoma. How well did my gift go?" Demiurge asked.
"It was delicious. It also had peculiar timing. Baharut encountered a problem and asked Nazarick. One of my younger siblings asked to help and your gift was a nice farewell dish. Mother extends her gratitude." Entoma reported to Demiurge.
"We both know that serving the remaining ones is the highest honor. But do tell me about the progress lady Arachama makes. Is our plan progressing smoothly?" Demiurge asked.
"It is, though it is slow moving. I also fear for the mansion right now." Entoma sighed.
"And why would you? Is lady Arachama in danger?" Demiurge inquired.
"No. She didn't take well for my younger sibling to go to war. She was worried and fell into a fit. The foyer, pillows and a room were completely destroyed before we could calm her down enough. I now hope that the other siblings will keep her calm till I am back." Entoma replied and Demiurge felt a grin forming.
"She is truly a caring mother. She will be perfect. I also prepared more ham for our lady. It is made from the worst criminals we could find. Male 46 years old. Right leg. Smoked and salted. Afterwards it aged for a month." Demiurge explained.
"What is the worst of the worst? Can I choose someone, for better taste maybe?" Entoma asked.
"Of course. I, for myself, chose the worst I came across. He was a priest who not only denied the supremacy of lord Ainz and lady Arachama, but he insulted them and called them *caugh* 'disgusting demi-human breed'*caugh*. But if you choose one, tell me. I can prepare it then." Demiurge proposed.
"That would be nice. Though I will probably stick to the story I tell lady Arachama about the salt and the sheep." Entoma agreed.
"What story?" Demiurge inquired.
"She thinks that the sheep are held in a 'species-appropriate attitude'. She also thinks that you use mostly predators, murderers and such." Entoma told Demiurge.
"I probably shouldn't tell Entoma how I organize and run my small pet project." Demiurge thought, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
"We have those, of course. But I think we should serve the supreme beings only the best. If the worst crimes make the meat taste better, why not use the worst?" Demiurge asked and Entoma turned her mask towards him.
"I am not saying you're doing it badly. I am only here to do some grocery-shopping." Entoma replied, a childish voice hiding Entomas true nature.
"Then tell me what you need." Demiurge laughed.
"I will need more meat for lady Arachama. I would also appreciate more ham, since I think she will celebrate the return of my younger sister. The salt is also delicious and we are running low on it. Do you also have other spices?" Entoma listed.
"The ham is no problem and I have the salt. We also have some of those human spices. THough I don't know how good of a quality they are. Otherwise I am researching some breeds of plants." Demiurge replied.
"That wouldn't be a problem. Could you show them to me?" Entoma asked and Demiurge began to walk.
"Just follow me. We not only use the captured from Re-Estize. We also attack caravans, which move through our territory, which is called 'Abellion Hills' by the locals. Through those caravans we captured some spices." Demiurge explained and observed Entoma for some subtle movement. The walk was over shortly after it began, as Demiurge stored it in a storehouse close to his office.
"Here we are. If you wish to use spices, just fill it in bags and bring it to my office. Since I prefer to know exactly what is in stock." Demiurge said and Entoma nodded.
Entoma checked every bag filling bags, which Demiurge provided. Some of the spices were skipped, others were taken in large quantities. Afterwards Demiurge asked an imp to weigh the bags and have them brought to his office with the other items Entoma needs. Entoma and Demiurge then walked back to his office. Once back he offered a seat and both relaxed a bit.
"Why didn't you take some spices?" Demiurge asked.
"Some were of low quality. I know how you would like to know them, thus I marked them with a purple fly on them." Entoma answered.
"I understand. Such behavior is inexcusable. I will have the sheeps, which got them to us, punished accordingly." Demiurge promised.
"Of course. I thank you for this. Can you get the groceries delivered to the mansion? I need to get some groceries and clothing from Nazarick." Entoma asked.
"What do you need clothing for?" Demiurge asked.
"Little sister Ninya is growing and thus needs new uniforms." Entoma sighed.
"Ahh. That wouldn't be any problem. Have a nice trip. Ahh. If you go to Nazarick, could you bring this report to lord Ainzs office?" Demiurge asked. It was a report about his plans for another strike as Jaldaboath.
"Of course. Till next time." Entoma chirped. A portal opened and she walked through.
"Now back to my plans." demiurge sighed and looked at a big throne made from bones.
→ Nazarick, 5th Floor, Frozen Prison / Arachama ←
Arachama shivered. She wondered why the prison of Nazarick was called 'Frozen Prison'. Snow covered the back of her abdomen and she was sure she could break the icicle, which she was sure had formed under her nose. Since she was on this floor she only kept two eyes open and had the rest closed, fearing they could be frozen.
"Why did Takemi use the invasions of Russia as an idea again? And more importantly, why didn't we veto that again?" Arachama thought, promising herself that she already knew what she would use as a reward, if Zesshi managed to win that bet. Mini-Arachamas meanwhile marched in a column, wearing French uniforms from 1812, cursing the temperatures.
She reached the entrance and knocked. Once the door opened and she walked through she felt the temperature rise to near tolerable, in comparison to outsides -30°C, -15°C. It still felt biting to her though.
"Ar-ra Ar-ra. C-could we please h-have some w-warmth?" She asked. Immediately the combination of a bloated corpse and an octopus nodded and started a fire at the fireplace. Afterwards it bowed to her.
"Good day, lady Arachama. Neuronist Painkill, ready to serve." Neuronist reported and Arachama still fought the icicle under her nose.
"Ar-ra Ar-ra. N-no p-problem. I am h-here to g-get the pr-preperat-ions d-done." Arachama told Painkill, who nodded.
Painkill barked at a servant, who brought blankets and a tea.
"I am so sorry, lady Arachama. Had I known you would walk through the 5th floor I would have implored you to teleport here." Painkill promised and Arachama sighed.
"Ar-ra ara. P-please. Now I k-know to not w-walk on the 5th fl-floor." Arachama replied and Painkiller nodded. Arachama drank the hot tea and felt the warmth return to her. She also felt more relaxed. It took around 30 minutes for Arachama to calm down and warm up again. After warming up Arachama prepared herself a room. A desk with paper, pencil, a chair and her couch-pillow.
"Ara ara. Painkill, could you bring in this Parpatra?" Arachama asked and looked over his files. Painkill meanwhile moved out of the room.
"Hmm. He is quite old for his occupation. Managed to keep everyone in his party alive until my beloved Nazarick changed it. Roughly 25 years as adventurer and worker. Even killed a dragon. Nicely done for a human." Arachama though, once she read through the files.
Just in time as it turned out, as she heard a knock on the door.
"Ara ara. Come in please." Arachama ordered and the door was opened. Painkiller walked in with the prisoner.
Parpatra didn't look great. His hair was much longer, his old face seemed to have aged 20 years and he seemed much frailer than usual.
"Greet lady Arachama with the respect she deserves." Painkiller ordered and was about to beat Parpatra. Arachama held her hand up and Painkiller stopped. Parpatra looked at Arachama.
"Ara ara. Please leave us two. I am here to talk business with him." Arachama ordered and Painkiller nodded. She walked out and Parpatra looked at Arachama with confusion in his eyes.
"What do you want?" He hissed and Arachama sighed.
"I want to give you a chance to get out and live a nice life in exchange for services. If you don't feel up to the task though, I could ask…" Arachama said, using a rueful voice.
Parpatra looked at Arachama for a long while. Obviously thinking if she was trustworthy.
"Why should I trust you? For all I know this could be a ruse." Parpatra asked, seating himself in the only free chair.
"I saved your life. Sadly I had much on my plate afterwards, though I instructed the guards of this prison to not torture you. This is also no ruse, as I have something, which to your society, would be considered a generous offer." Arachama answered.
"An offer that is generous could be too good to be true." Parpatra replied.
"Ara ara. Don't fret. I just ask you if you want to hear my proposal first." Arachama asked and Parpatra, with barely any choice nodded.
"There is a village called Carne. Monga, the ruler of this tomb and a close friend of mine, rescued it when it was attacked. The attackers are either dead or within this prison, enjoying the hospitality of Neuronist Painkill. The guard that brought you here." Arachama begann. Parpatra shivered and looked at the door when she told him the last part.
"I personally think that the village is very important to him. Sadly I can't be at many locations at the same time and only have so many beings to send. That is on top of the problem with prejudices against my kin and other heteromorphs. I wish that you could train the villagers and implement something of a militia. With that the village would be much safer. In return i will provide you with a book, which could be interesting for this project. You would also receive a pension, a house and would be freed from this prison. At least as long as you are loyal towards the village and dont go against Nazarick again." Arachama explained.
Parpatra seemed to think and Arachama decided to shove one of the papers in front of him. It contained the points she made and he looked over it.
"How would I be equipping the villagers? I would need equipment for training, weapons for defense and on top of that the village would require a blacksmith." Parpatra sighed.
"Ara ara. That is no problem for me to arrange. It already is, since I have the paperwork for that finished and will bring them to our treasury after I meet with the second person. Thus you don't need to break your head about it." Arachama told him. He nodded and then looked at the contract again. He grabbed the pen and signed it.
"Ara ara. I should thank you. THough I am sure you will enjoy your pension. I will have one maid bring you into a guest room till tomorrow, when we will travel to that village. Please rest and have fun reading." Arachama smiled and gave Parpatra a book on hoplites and Landsknechts. Parpatra looked at them and nodded, indicating that he could read this.
"I thank you for this option, thank you, lady Arachama?" Parpatra, close to tears, said.
"No problem." Arachama smiled and Pestonya opened the door.
"Please bring him to a guest room. I will take him to Carne tomorrow with Mare." Arachama ordered and Pestonia nodded and both left.
She sat there, eating a brownie, which Entoma had prepared for lunch for her. It tasted delicious, though she could swear she felt something crawling inside. She shrugged it off and decided to simply enjoy it. Afterwards she decided to go over the file of the other prisoner.
"Boa Rockbruise Ari Styx. The egg-donor from Leinas. Former noble women from Baharut and now disgraced. Why is there a letter for me?" Arachama thought and opened the letter. It was from Monga, informing her that Boa's fate was in her hands. For a short time glee was visible on her face and Mini-Arachamas cackles evilly in her mind, though she got herself under control. She had already decided what to do with Boa.
A knock came from the door and Arachama replied that she was ready to start another meeting. Painkill walked in with Boa. The once noble woman was nothing from her former self. Her blond hair was glued together with many different bodily fluids. Bruises were visible all over her body. Only her private parts were covered and Her face looked as if she had already given up. She was pressed on the floor, forehead practically gluing itself to it. Consciousness was absent until her forehead banged on the floor. She mumbled and Painkill seemed pleased.
"Ara ara. Painkill, did you go overboard with her?" Arachama asked.
"No, my lady. I did as I was instructed and punished her according to lady Albedo's orders. She was ordered to receive the pain she inflicted upon you by ignoring her family's flawed behavior." Painkill answered.
"Ara ara. I am sure that you also had some more fun than that, though it doesn't matter. We have a discussion on hand. Please wait outside." Arachama ordered. and Painkill followed her command.
Boa looked anxiously at Arachama, who responded with blue fire in all her eight eyes.
"Ara ara. Do you remember me?" she asked and Boa nodded.
"Ara. That's good. I am here to tell you what will happen with you. You will find yourself with new duties and new characteristics. I am not here to negotiate. I am here to collect your service and you will do it dutifully. Do you understand?"Arachama spoke, trying to sound regal with little sucess. Then Boa nodded. Mini-Arachamas, which were hiding in one corner of her mind, were now celebrating.
→ Camp of the second legion near Colognium / Zesshi ←
The sun was setting and Zesshi smiled. She could, more or less, taste her own anticipation and was eager for at least a small playdate. Armor was in place and her trusted scythe was on her back. With confidence she walked to the tent of Plumbus. In front of it was the centurion, who had looked for volunteers and a single legionnaire. The legionnaire seemed quite young, though Zesshi couldn't speak in that regards with her own age and appearance.
"Good evening, lady Zesshi." the centurion greeted and the legionnaire saluted.
"Good evening, Centurion. I am here for my patrols." Zesshi replied and the centurion nodded.
"This is Marcus Cassius Scaeva. He will have the same schedule as you. This means that he will rest during the day and patrol with you during the night. Any questions?" he asked.
"If I catch the attacker, would she be considered as a prisoner of Nazarick?" Zesshi wanted to be sure.
"As long as it does not attack our patrols anymore. We don't care what happens to it." the Centurion reassured and handed Zesshi a paper. The paper explained that if it was captured it would be considered Nazaricks problem, prisoner or whatever.
"Ara. Then I have nothing left. Do you have anything Scaeva?" she asked and the legionnaire simply shook his head.
"Then I will leave you alone. I would like to wish you a good night. But I know better and wish you a good hunt." the Centurion smiled and went.
"Ara. Are you ready for our small hunting trip?" Zesshi asked and the legionnaire smiled.
"Of course. We will patrol the north-eastern part of the camp. Let's move out." He said and the patrol started when the last rays of sunlight dissipated.
Scaeva led Zesshi along the patrol-route. Both remained quiet for a while, though it wasn't awkward and more of a professional silence. Sometimes both stopped, because either thought they heard something. But everytime it was nothing noteworthy, though Zesshi caught her breakfast and lunch for the next day. A big deer.
Once they got to a small forest path Zesshi stopped Scaeva, nearly hammering him over when she grabbed him by his chest. He breathed heavily but was grateful when he heard a *thud* and looked in its direction. A stiletto was buried to its hilt in a trunk and he gulped. Zesshi stared towards the source of the stiletto and then turned forwards.
"Ara. Mother will be pleased that I caught a new pet for her." Zesshi licked her lips and took out her scythe.
A motion moved towards Scaeva, but he was able to block it with his shield. The attacker then tried to jump over the shield and to attack his eyes. Zesshi saw the figure and felt that she knew her from somewhere. Zesshis scythe was swung faster than the attacker needed to jump over the shield.
"Got you, pet." Zesshi though, using a second attack with her scythe.
Sadly the woman managed to block the attack, though she was thrown back. Pain was visible on the attacker's face when a trail of blood was visible on the ground.
"Ara. Now I remember who you are. Come her little Clem-Clem. You are on the naughty list and I need to punish you." Zesshi whistled. Clementine meanwhile looked at Zesshi with fearful eyes.
"Stop that! None dares mock me in such a manner!" Clem-Clem shouted, scared.
"Ara. How would you like me to mock you though? As a come back gift I take requests. Mother would also like to make her displeasure known towards you." Zesshi licked her lips while Clem-Clem was getting more furious.
"It was always such fun to tease little Clem-Clem. Though she sometimes needs a new lesson in seeing reason." Zesshi remembered.
"Why are you here and why do you look like this? Did you forget your roots, you disgusting beast?" Clem-Clem shouted.
"Ara. Mother rescued me and I am forever hers. Though sometimes I would wish for a more hands-on approach from mother." Zesshi replied and Clem-Clem looked at her.
"So you survived the calamity from Slane's capital?" Clem-Clem asks, stupidly in Zesshis view.
"Obviously? Otherwise I wouldn't be alive and deliver something for my mother. She asked me for something and thus I am here." Zesshi answered, getting into a stance.
"What would that be?" Clem-Clem stuttered.
"Something is throwing small twigs into mothers plan and I am here to present the insignificant twig to mother. She is quite displeased about it actually. But luckily I am in the clear for this. It also helps mothers friends in Nazarick." Zesshi licks her lip.
"Though mother is most likely displeased that I am here, but little Clem-Clem doesn't need to know this." Zesshi laughed in her head.
Clem-Clem also got into a stance. Both smiled and Scaeva simply stepped back a little. Then both charged. Clem-Clem used a martial art to block Zesshis little thrust and was thrown back quite a bit. Zesshi saw Clem-Clem's sweet face distort into fear and pain. Then Clem-Clem staggered back up and ran away.
"Aren't we going to follow her?" Scaeva asked.
"Ara. That wouldn't be in my plans. I am here to get little Clem-Clem to mother and to gather information. She is injured. Didn't you see her soles or the blood in her trace? If she runs, we will not see her tomorrow, after which I will follow her scent. If she is healed tomorrow we will see her again." Zesshi smiled and Scaeva nodded along.
"If we see her again I will take her to mother." Zesshi smiled, blue fires in her eight eyes burning. Quite a few plans were going through Zesshis head as a sadistic glean showed itself on her lips and eight eyes.
→ North of Colognium / Alator ←
Alator was in his little shack. He had always observed Clementine do her assignment. Though she was messier than him, she still did her purpose, though without knowing that she did.
Today though was different. He saw the spider-demi-human and she was strong. She practically wiped the floor with his tool. He just wished he could have her instead of Clementine. Sadly he got his cards and now had to live with them.
He placed his mirror back into his room. He uses it for his talent. It allows him to use something similar to the item he saw his master use. The item was called 'Mirror of remote viewing'. This was also how he got into his master's inner circle, as he was quite useful.
He had prepared some medicine when he heard a knock on the door. He looked through a small gap and saw Clementine's face.
"Please, let me in?" Clementine asked.
"Show me your hands." Alator ordered and she did as told. He then knocked her out and bound her in her bed. Then he used the medicine. He knew she would whine, since he never used narcotics. But he would enjoy it. She woke up when he packed his things.
"What did you do?" She shot at him.
"I placed medicine on your injuries, sadly I always forget the narcotics. I also pause your assignment for tomorrow. But I have an important question. Who was that spider-demi-human?" Alator asked and Clementine looked at him.
"She was the former extra-seat of the black scripture, arsehole." Clementine angrily hissed at him.
"Now then. I have to write a report. I am sure you will have quite the time. I am also sure to enjoy the time. Nighty-night." Alator grinned and stuffed a gag in Clementine's mouth, shutting her up. He walked up for his last gaze to see her squirm in pain.
"I will see you later." Alator told Clementine and shut the door. He could almost taste her hopelessness, fear and pain. It was exhilarating.
→ Arwintar Nazarick-mansion / Arachama ←
Arachama was back in her mansion and she was exhausted, but happy. Her plan was progressing smoothly and it would prove quite useful for her Monga.
She walked towards the western part of the mansion and cuddled with the twins, who were happy for her. When Enti came and announced she found a lavish dinner and dug in. The talk around the table was not as joyful as usual. The food was great though.
After dinner Arachama scooped the twins up and went to bed. Exhaustion took over and she fell in a dreamless sleep, the storm outside did little to help.
AN: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. If you did so leave a review please.