The battle was over after the escape of Hermes Archnemesis. The arm closed tightly and his face clenched his teeth after he watched the pathetic performance of his comrade.
This man witnessed it alone from the hidden spot of the tree. His name was Seraph, the schemer and loyal subject of the Visigoth Cult.
His brown cloak danced on the breeze of the wind as he dropped down on the surface. The ground created a large crack after he landed.
"That bastard possesses the demon box. I can't believe it," Seraph grimaced as he pulled out his rifle and reloaded it.
"Arak, you disappointed me. To think your brain and body become senile, I doubt I can still save your soul from the Nile. You didn't listen to my strict instruction to bring all of your troops to kill this man. I need to cover up your ass when I meet up with the Grandlord," said Seraph, angrily.
"Nevermind, I still have a lot of cards to use. He's still a weak and pathetic young man. I don't know how he manages to use it despite the fact, he's a magicless kid. I've got to thoroughly investigate this matter. Hmm? Oh well, I can feel the presence of that demon, I have to finish the task that I've left untouched," Seraph muttered as he checked the item on his magic pocket, a red small cloth in a form of a wallet.
"Let's see how can he handle it once that man disappears from his side," Seraph simpered and his face turned dark before he took a flight.
Arak finally freed from the demon box spell. His veins on his forehead showed up, lips retracted.
"Hermes Archnemesis, you'll pay for this. This is a humiliating defeat that I won't ever forget," he declared.
On his pocket, the small orb rang. He picked it up and cast the spell to accept the call.
An image of an old man appeared in the object, a blurred eyes.
"Hello, my elder brother," Arak greeted.
"Good morning, Arak. I'm very glad to see you again," said his brother with a voice of an old man. He's a fellow immortal and one of the co-founders of the Second Root.
"What happened to your face?" his brother asked. "I stumbled my foot on the rock. Ignore the bruises, why do you call this morning?" asked Arak, smiling. "Arak, remember. The organization won't forgive you if you dare to conceal a piece of information from me. Even I'm your brother, you're not allowed to lie. Do you understand the risk of your stupidity?" he warned. "Haler, I do understand it, brother. You don't have to worry. Fufu~, I ain't hiding anything though," Arak assured.
"Now then, I haven't received any orders from the Grandlord, so basically, we're going to do the usual routine. But first, I want to learn a new update about our research. How's the progress of the demon lord revival?" his brother inquired, calmly. "Good news, the research is getting closer to our goal, brother. We're already at ninety-eight percent to revive our beloved God. Gosh, I can't wait to serve the Evil Lord and became one of the great subordinates of the Grandlord," he blushed, shook his hips from left to right.
"Good, that's good. Remember, don't disappoint us, Arak. We are counting on you. May the Grandlord of Ratican Empire guide us for the new light, and may the spirit be with you always," his brother said. "Yes, brother. May the spirits also be with you," Arak nodded.
The veins on his forehead appeared and his face couldn't hide his rage. His eyes trembled as he recaptured the image of the masked man named Hermes Archnemesis.
"From the start, I didn't know why the Grandlord and that filthy man wanted you dead, but now I do understand the cause. I'm going to make sure you won't be able to see the sunrise tomorrow, Hermes. I don't care if you're already an adult or out of my age range. I will ravish you into pieces like no other," Arak declared, licking his lips.
Meanwhile, Hermes and the two servants rushed to rendezvous with Richarde's group. His butler carried the priestess unconscious body on his shoulders and Mambo kept on watch from behind to make sure no one was chasing after them.
"Sir, what do you say? Arak the Great Tamer?" asked Justin. "Yes," Hermes confirmed.
"I can't believe that homosexual man is still alive. Then, he's one of the stupid rascals that is aiming to control this island and he might be involved with the activities of the Second Root," Justin presumed.
"Oh my gosh, I thought the second root is a simple organization but they should be involved with one of the interagency connected to big secret society. The church won't tolerate this," Mambo followed.
"Mambo is right," Hermes nodded.
"Do you think we should eliminate them now, master? I think this is the right opportunity to deal with them," Justin suggested. "Nope, not at this moment. We need to make sure Venus and the children are safe and we must make sure that they are in a safe place far away from this danger zone," Hermes corrected.
"V-venus~~~" Justin jested. His ears twitched, lips parted.
Hermes diverted his gaze and he coughed once to hide his embarrassment.
"Forget about it. Right now, our priority is to escape this forest and report this to the authority," Hermes commanded.
"Sir, do you think they can catch up with us?" Mambo asked. "Yes, well, I'm sure with that. That gay won't tolerate what happened today. I'm very sure he's going after me. At this moment, he might already be freed from imprisonment," Hermes affirmed.
"Master, rest assured. I'm going to kill him if he dares to," Justin declared. "I know, but conserve your energy right now. We need to plan our next move, and we must prepare a counteroffensive and defensive tactic against those people," Hermes reminded.
"Should I tell this to my master when she wakes up, Sir Aljen?" inquired Mambo. "No, I don't think it's a good idea," Hermes shook his head.
"Care to explain it?" Mambo queried. "I'm bad at explaining things, so please don't try to be perky, okay. Considering my position, I don't want to involve her too much. That girl is very precious to die in this world," Hermes sighed.
"Precious~" Justin giggled with a fox face.
"Oh, boy," Mambo simpered, scratching his chin.
"S, shut it, this is not the time for making fun of me," Hermes grimaced.
'Don Hermes is starting to develop some feelings for this beautiful girl. Man, I can't wait to see the child between these two. If the time has come, I have to invent the new camera for the future heir,' Justin said inside his mind, lips upturned.
'Master will be pleased to hear this,' Mambo declared, smiling.
"Fuck this shit, these people are stupid. Why do you guys keep shipping me with that girl? I can't believe this. This is worse than talking with toxic discord users on the internet," Hermes muttered aside, talking to himself.
A few minutes later, they arrived on the exact location where Richarde's camp positioned.
"Sir Richarde, I've come to report you that Sir Aljen the merchant and the other attendants are here. Sir Aljen is requesting to meet you," one of the guards reported.
"Good, let him come," said Richarde, the fourth district representative of the Neue Fiona Village. He wore a green noble suit and a golden dove necklace around his neck. On top of his head was a white cotton cap that every Victorian-educated man could affordably wear.
Hermes entered his tent and Richarde stood up from his chair. He extended his hand to be shaken.
"Good morning, Aljen. Short time no sees. How'd you doing today?" Richarde greeted. "I'm going to lie if I said I'm fine. Anyway, it's good to see picking up us," Hermes grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Kid, you've got some guts to face the bandits by yourself. I didn't expect you to do," Richarde praised.
"Stop calling me a kid, Sir Richarde. You should address me to my name. There are two children that should be referred to that word," Hermes corrected.
"I see. It's hard to escape from those people. How's the priestess?" inquired Richarde. "She's doing fine. All I can advice is to evacuate the children and the priestess out of this place. ASAP. The number of enemies isn't fully mobilized from my perspective. I'm just grateful that the leader underestimates our abilities," Hermes suggested.
"Oh, really? You're lucky bastard," Richarde chuckled.
"Y, yeah, I guess so. But I'm sure I'm going to run out of luck next time," Hermes sighed.
Richarde offered him a chair to sit, but Hermes reluctantly refused.
"Alright, so any information about the bandit and their lair?" asked Richarde, gravely. "The only thing I know is their leader. He's a bisexual who is proclaiming himself as the Great Tamer. The rest are not that important. They are just random henchmen you can kill anytime. Unfortunately, I don't know where the nest of those people hiding, so forgive me," Hermes shrugged his arms as he explained.
"Oh, the great tamer of what? Nevermind, he must be a fanatic of the immortal servant of the former Emperor. There's no way a man like him could still coexist with the living," said Richarde. "Exactly, and that man shouldn't exist in this world, though," Hermes affirmed.
Great Tamer of Scily Island and a former servant of the last Emperor of the fallen empire weren't even part of the history of this game. The set of the plot was gradually getting out of hand, and he didn't know what to do when something happened out of his knowledge.
"Well, it's hard to fight that gay," Hermes sighed.
"Hold up, did you defeat the leader?" asked Richarde. "Yep, and he's undoubtedly a strong contender but stupid man, lack of consideration. He's stupid to let us untouched when he and the priestess talked about the new fashion trend of this nation. But I don't think he will stay like that forever after what I did earlier. He'll learn from his mistake and that mistake will make him stronger than ever. But I can assure that he won't bother us with this number," Hermes gravely assured.
"Man, you're pointing out that he'll strike back after this. To think you believe he will. Only a fool would even dare to attack us in this place, though," said Richarde, smiling.
"Master Aljen, are you here?" asked Justin as he entered the tenth. "Umm, yep," Hermes answered with a confused face.
"Oi, I didn't give you permission to enter yet. Who do you think you are?" Richarde questioned, angrily. "Shut it, you moron," Justin retorted.
"M, moron? Sir Aljen, who the heck is this prick? He has no manners," said Richarde, pointing his index at the butler.
"Forgive me. Master, get down!" Justin covered his body with a barrier.
"Everyone, duck!" Mambo hollered.
*Boom*
An artillery spell had been shot at their location. The whole place was covered with dust of smoke. Hermes coughed twice as he stood up from his position.
'The kids, Venus. Oh, shit. Where are they?' Hermes asked, worryingly.
"Are you alright, my Don?" asked Justin as he scanned his body from head to toe. "I'm fuckin' alright. Are the kids and Venus safe?" Hermes inquired as he grabbed his collar when he asked it. "Yes, sir," Justin nodded.
"What the fuck? Take the priestess and the children out of here!" Hermes ordered.
"But, sir. You're the most valuable existence I should protect," said Justin.
"Richarde, the enemy found us now. I believe you need to correct yourself for this!" Hermes grimaced as he picked up the rifle next to him.
"Ah, my bad. I didn't think we're facing a mage," Richarde rubbed his back as he stood up from his position.
"This is not the time to relax. We need to evacuate the children and the priestess now. Oi, you guys, what the hell are you looking at? Stop looking at me. Focus your attention on the bastard who did this. Anyone who can do shit, protect the wagon from that fuckin' spell," Hermes strictly commanded as he searched for the location of the enemy.
"W, who the hell are you?" asked one of the guards. "I'm Aljen, you moron. Now, use the destroyed logs and scattered rocks as a cover," Hermes instructed. "Y, yes, sir," the guards nodded and followed.
"Wait up, I'm the leader of this crew, though. Nevermind, follow his command. That's my order. Evacuate the priestess and the children immediately. Use the wagons and people, listen carefully, take your arms and shoot that man above the sky. Man, is the new generation really this scary now? Being educated from high class is so damn great, I suppose," Richarde sighed.
"Oi, idiots. Didn't I order you all to take the priestess and the children out of here?" Richarde chided. "Sir, we need a cover from those assaults. We cannot risk moving the wagon from this location," the henchman said.
"Aah, damn it. I'll come with you then. Sir. Aljen, can you do me a favor?" pleaded Richarde. "Sure, what is it?"asked Hermes with a confused face. "Please cover our escape. Thanks, lad," Richarde winked in one eye and thumbed up before he ran to the wagon.
"Son of a bitch!" Hermes raged.
"Okay, move now," Richarde commanded, activating a tier 4 magic barrier.
"Man, that guy left us all alone," Justin commented, wrinkled eyes.
"Justin, who's doing this? He's no longer interested to shoot the wagons. He's only aiming at us!" Hermes argued.
The butler used his clairvoyance and he found the man on the brown cloak in the sky.
"Oh, boy. I think I know who exactly is shooting at us," he said.
"Who?" asked Hermes, angrily. "It's my old pal, Seraph. He's using a tier 7 artillery spell. I guess he's finally recovering from that last fight. No need to worry, my Don. I'll handle this. Please run for the village when I confront him," Justin suggested.
"And, when and where exactly should I go? He's fucking up there," Hermes complained. "Well, run for the forest again after my signal, and go straight to the river when the battle begins. Then, follow the flow where the water goes down. It will show you the path to the secret path of the village," Justin said.
"Wait, I don't want to go there. It's connected to the fifth district," Hermes argued.
"Well, nevermind. It is just a suggestion though. Oh, please. Just run for the forest and wait for my return, I guess," Justin heaved a sigh and positioned himself to perform a jump.
"Wait, can you fly?" asked Hermes. "Nope, but I can jump higher than a normal human," Justin confirmed.
The second round of their fight had begun.
"May the Grandlord of the Lost Empire bless me with his powers. His strength and influence shall rule the world," Seraph prayed, releasing a large amount of mana in a form of medium size bullet through his rifle.
He pulled the trigger with ease from the sky, and the bullet transformed into a big cannonball. Then, it scattered in the air and hit the ground, creating a large hole in the area where the young Don kept hiding.
"Oh," Seraph used his weapon to block the hand assault of Justin. "Yow, Seraph. Good to see you again. I hope you don't mind me joining you in the air," said Justin as he gave him a powerful kick on the left ribs.
Seraph blocked his attack and aimed his weapon at the butler. But he was unable to pull the trigger after the man pursued him.
The confrontation of the two transformed the sky into a dark battlefield with an open area.
"Good grief, Justin. Give me a break. Just let me kill the bastard," Seraph argued as he tried to shoot him down, but the butler kept dodging it like he's dancing a Carinosa, a piece of urban folk music from Hispania. "Nah, I won't let you. I'll keep bothering your job even it will cost my life," Justin declared, releasing a black orb on his palms and shot his target with it.
"Oh, then so be it," Seraph clicked his tongue and activated a new spell, the multiple shot fire.
The sky got overwhelmed with different clouds of black dust because of the explosions in the air.
"Hmm, I guess, it's time for me to move now," Hermes murmured as he rushed for the forest.