Chapter 50: Arc III Chapter 16

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Arc III Chapter 16

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Destruction and devastation greeted Aurora amidst the sight of crumbling ruins. Their battle took a heavy toll on the catacomb's structural integrity. They were advised to get out of here. No idea how long this place still might last.

 

Arwing lay unconscious on the ground. Rudolf took quite a beating, but was still moving. A bit of grit, and he should get back on his feet. Lambert and Iris were fighting beneath the rubble. No need to worry. They would survive. Lambert was a stubborn man.

 

All in all, an excellent performance on her part. A complete success on all fronts. Nobody died. Everyone lived happily after. A satisfying result, all things considered. Her operations usually produced higher casualty figures.

 

Now only a certain elf remained ...

 

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Her purple stare ... Nelaeryn's hand trembled, and his entirely body shivered, flinching at her sight. Her gaze fell right on him.

 

Blank fear gripped his heart, unable to comprehend what had transpired before his mortal eyes. He had witnessed what he never thought possible, such immense power in the hands of a mere human, a little girl no less. A little girl dispatched a demon of the ancient era with apparent ease. Her power rivalled those of the mightiest sorcerers and the heroes of legend.

 

Her degree of control. Her swiftness. Her technique. Like a vast ocean a trickling creek, her potent mana overshadowed theirs. How didn't they notice her? How was such a monster able to hide among them in plain sight? The girl deceived them all.

 

“Uncle Nelaeryn, you seem bothered? Can I help you?“ The girl tilted her head.

 

His breathing grew erratic as his words fell part. “Who ... are ... you? What are ... you?“

 

“Who I am? I am no one. I am just a little girl.“ A smile caressed her lips. The question visibly amused her. Even in another life, they asked her the same question time and time again.

 

“You are lying ...“ Severe coughing interrupted Nelaeryn. His weakened lungs brought him to an abrupt halt.

 

“Not necessarily. Lying is such an ugly word, uncle Nelaeryn. The paths of fate are incomprehensible. Destiny allots us all a certain role, a certain mask to play. I am merely playing my persona with much conviction and dedication for my cherished audience. Applaud, I think I have played my part well~.“ The girl clapped her hands, congratulating herself and her doll.

 

“...“ Her applaud ... unsettled Nelaeryn.

 

“ I hope this matter will stay a secret between us. I think it is a small price to pay for saving your and Arwing's life, isn't it?“

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Bright sunlight awakened Lambert. Suffering from a severe case of insidious headache. A dull pain penetrated his mind. His poor eyes withstood the blinding assault of light. He felt terrible. His entire body hurt, his muscles, his bones. This was how death must feel.

 

His vision adjusted before greeting him was a familiar, and her doll. Her doll really accompanied her everywhere, didn't she?.

 

Where was he? What was the girl doing here?

 

“Uncle Lambert, you are back!“ The girl jumped out of joy.

 

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“Where am I? What am I doing here? Where is everyone else ..:“ His words fell on deaf ears. The girl and her doll had already disappeared, leaving behind in an equally confused and dazzled state.

 

Lambert studied his surroundings. Immobilised, he found himself resting in a tent under a warm woollen blankets, recuperating ...

 

“Aaarghh.“ His headache returned with full force. He remembered. They fought a demon in the ruins. Apparently, they had survived the ordeal. Somehow. They must have prevailed. Somehow. And defeated the demon. Somehow. As he doubted that the demon had any intention to let them escape alive.

 

Visitors arrived. The girl brought the rest of his party, Iris, Michael, Rudolf. They were all well and healthy. It was a close run thing, but the two had also made it through. Even their elven companions graced him with a visit.

 

A grateful smile crossed Lambert's lips. “I am glad to see you all well. Didn't think it would be who would be hit the hardest.“ He raised his arm, but a spike of stinging pain quickly dissuaded him. Not a good idea. Still too early.

 

The girl hugged her doll. “See, I told you he has returned.“

 

Rudolf crossed his arms. “...“

 

Iris beamed.“Glad to have you back, Lambert.“

 

Michael concurred. “Same here.“

 

Arwing and Nelaeryn acknowledged his existence with a mere nod, which was more than common courtesy demanded.

 

Lambert looked around. “What ... happened? I remember being knocked out ...“

 

Iris pointed at their domestic doll princess. “Ask her. Nelaeryn claims she was there with him until the end and helped carrying us to the camp.“

 

Lambert gazed at their local doll enthusiast. “Really?“

 

The girl nodded vigorously, unable to contain in excitement. “We saw everything. My doll and I were hiding behind a boulder and watching. Uncle Nelaeryn fought the big evil meanie and defeated him with his icy magic something.“

 

“Is that ... true?“ Lambert blinked before turning to the elf in question. His composure was cold, professional, and dispassionate. His mien betray no emotion.

 

 He told me the fight exhausted the demon and the long time.

 

“It ... is.“ Nelearyn confirmed her tale. “After you ... were incapacitated, I continued ... fighting the demon on my own. We were ... lucky. The centuries must have weakened his power ... substantially. We were able to push him to the breaking point. In the end, we outlasted him, albeit barely ...“

   

“I see, ... I guess we all owe you ... , Lord Nelaeryn“ Lambert grumbled.

 

“I assure that I only did what was ... natural ..., Lambert. You fought to protect us. You put your lives at risk. I merely repaid the favour as honour dictates.“ Nelaeryn offered a wry smile in return.

 

“I guess so.“ Lambert countered with a polite smile, a strained smile. What a terrible day. Not only getting smacked by a demon, but also owing an elf, a freaking elf. His ancestors would turn in their graves, haunt him into all eternity for being an unfilial son, and bringing dishonour to the family.

 

Meanwhile, Aurora smiled in the background, innocent and innocuous. She was a sweet little girl, with a doll. Never forget her cute doll. A sweet little girl with a cute doll. Nobody suspected her.

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