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Chapter 26 - Where?

Chapter 26: Where?

The sky turned darker.

There was a storm coming.

The sky wasn't only black. It was of somber blue color. Lightning began piercing through it. The journey continued for them.

The young man in the demon armor, which was in fact a Minotaur armor, could be seen marching through the clearings passed the pumpkin patch where him, September and April rested at a camp not too long ago.

"I'm still amazed that we did it. We defeated Lord Monsoon. You did it, Junk," April said as she pictured the dead body of Monsoon again, lying there on the ground before vanishing in flames.

Junk marched forward. Leaving April alone as I was still marvelled by all of this. Defeating Lord Monsoon gave her butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know what to do now.

"Of course, we did it, April," he told her.

"So, since September was able to assume the appearance of the witch conspirator who betrayed her not too long ago and used her as her disguise, that must mean September defeated her, right?" she asked.

"I was thinking the same thing," he admitted to her.

"Did you see it? Hey! Wait for me!" the young elvish woman asked him as she finally ran after Junk, following him.

"See what?" he played dumb. Pretended not to know what she was referring to exactly. He kept walking. Meaning his business.

"Don't be that way. You know exactly what I mean by that."

"Yes. Of course. I saw his body disintegrating," he said to her.

"So, in that case, I wonder why there's still a storm. I mean, it just started, but since Monsoon is gone, this storm is pretty worrisome. Why do you think we have one right now? Do you really think he's gone this time? This can't be a coincidence, right? This storm cannot be a coincidence," April came to this conclusion.

"What do you suggest we do? Stay here and wait for the storm to get worse, or something?" Junk asked her.

"No. That's not what I mean. I just think something is weird. Ever since we got separated from September. Something has changed," April was still following him. Having trouble keeping up with him. September left them the morning after the battle with Lord Monsoon. She said she had some business to attend to at her crypt, but April was more preoccupied with this storm and the possibility of Lord Monsoon still being around, since he was the demon of the storm. She scratched her chin.

"Don't you worry about the storm. It's all fine. As for September, we'll see her. We'll join back with her, I'm sure," he explained to her.

"Well, this business of hers could take her a while, you know, Junk? She could also get in danger for all we know," the green-haired elvish woman explained, as…

… Boom!

Something suddenly happened to Junk!

All of a sudden, he stopped walking, grabbed his own chest and collapsed to the ground. April's eyes opened wide as she saw this suddenly unfold before her very eyes. She couldn't believe it. He was fine a second ago. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her partner was falling down in front of her. Collapsing. For all she knew, this was the end of him. This was the end of Junk.

Thud!

The armored guardian fell down to the ground.

He didn't say anything. The beast had simply gone down. It was quite blunt. No ceremony. No warning. Nothing. The bull had simply collapsed, and it could very well have been the ultimate fate of him.

The elvish girl rushed herself to him, thinking the worst. Fearing the absolute worst.

"Junk. Junk! Junk! What happened? Please wake up. Please wake up! You have to wake up! This can't be the end of you!" she screamed. Touching him. Pushing him around. Begging him to take up. Then, through the darkness of the night, as the elvish young woman was in tear, something moved behind her. The violent and surging storm was swallowing her voice and her grunts. Swallowed by the stormy night. Behind her, the demon pig, Lord Monsoon, reemerged!

Meanwhile, Junk was about to lose his conscious. He was about to lose everything.

"Monsoon!" April shouted.

"Now. You are going to lead me to your witch, green meanie," the demon pig called her, whispered into her mind after coming back to life again as he was right behind her. She heard everything. She heard everything, each of the words he whispered perfectly in her head. Normally, with such a loud and aggressive storm exploding in the surrounding area, she wouldn't have been able to hear someone whispering behind her. But the fact that this electric demon was communicating with her telepathically meant that he still had a lot of power left in him. April was understanding what he desired her to accomplish for him. She didn't want to do it. But she heard and understood everything that he was asking her to do. April didn't want to tell him anything about the Witch Queen, even less bring him to her, but would perhaps have no other choice in the end…

***

"May we come with you this time, master?" the dead spirit of the man from the cabin politely asked his new mother, September Autumn.

"Not this time," she replied to him as she stormed out of the room. The soul attempted following her out, but stupidly forgetting that he was still now a collected soul and that he couldn't escape September's crypt anymore. Being a spirit, September was required to hold him down as hostage through the obligatory use of a mystical chain made entirely of magical leaves. Magical autumn leaves. For her, this was the only way to hold monsters and spirits down and making sure they wouldn't escape. Not that any of them had tried to escape too much since they were captured. Their souls were hers. They understood that for the most part. They accepted it. Even the undead eel. She possessed their precious souls and kept them stored in her boobs. Her breasts had grown since she had lost her throne and began hunting and collecting spirits again. A direct expansion of her chest. Her jack-o-lantern breastplates could expand with her breasts as she collected more spirits and souls. This was another reason as to why she had these breastplates forged for her a long time ago. She knew that one day, they would come in handy. And that it would save her some time in the long run. She didn't need to purchase or keep a series of obsolete brassieres that she would need to replace all the time because they would be breaking under the weight and pressure of her expanding breasts. Speaking of them, they were beautifully jiggling up and down as she walked out of the room with the cauldron in it, which was named the cauldron chamber by September a long time ago. The spirit of the man from the cabin licked his lips as he enjoyed watching her move and walk around.

"Oh, I hope to spend more time with you, master," he said.

"..." she didn't bother to say anything to him. She simply left. She had some deeply important businesses to attend to.

***

"Junk. Are you alright?" April asked Junk after waking up.

When he did wake up, his demon armor had been unsummoned.

It was gone.

The night was over. It was morning. It was sunny. April woke up as she was lying down on a wooden bench in the middle of a garden. She was confused. She didn't know where she was. Obviously. Junk was sitting next to her on the bench. He was still partially asleep. Awake, but still snoring a lot somehow.

Junk wore his regular clothes, which consisted of a beige coat and brown pants.

"Junk. Wake up. Something strange happened to us!" she spoke louder.

"What are you talking about?," these were the first words he said after waking up. April shook him up. Doing everything she could to wake him up.

His head hurt so bad. He sloppily grabbed it with both hands and tried keeping himself together. He felt himself falling apart. Piece by piece.

"Do you recognize this place at all?" the elf asked him.

"April. I've lived most of my entire life in prison. No. I don't recognize this place at all," he replied.

"Junk. I've lived most of my entire life in an elvish sanctuary. No. I don't recognize this place at all, either. Do you really think I know all the regions in the kingdom because I've never been in jail like you?" she asked him. She reflected the same thing he told her right into his face.

"Good point," he looked more closely at her, "you are no longer naked," he observed, then, causing her to look down at her own clothes. It was true. April was now wearing a completely different that she wore as she met Junk. Gone was the stealthy elvish ranger's outfit. Welcome to the new 'village girl' style outfit that had been mysteriously given to her. It was a long dress that had a semi-maid aspect to it with the way it was designed and the fabric used. However, it was much more revealing than any type of maid outfit that she had seen before. Loose strings in the front of the dress. Where the bust region of it, allowed for her big breasts to seen and admire. Her huge boob-crack could be easily observed. The dress was opened in the front, which made it easy to see her thick elvish legs. Not only that, we could see some kind of white skirt in the front as the dress opened up and fell on the sides of her legs. The dress was jade green and cream white. She also had light brown leather boots.

"I noticed it, too. Between you and me, Junk, I prefer being naked. But I guess it's not too bad to have something to wear while I recover my ranger's outfit. If I can recover it, that is," she said to him.

"It was ripped apart and destroyed. Don't you remember? I believe all the pieces were left in that cavern as well. You are not going to get it back anytime soon, April."

"That's right. Then, I'll keep this dress while I get something to wear that is more suited for battles and training. But look. I don't really know why we are discussing clothes right now," she said, finally snapping out of it and standing up. "Come on. We have to get out of there," April pulled on the boy's arm and began running.

"And where do you think you are going like that?" a soft and sensual voice was heard.

It was the night whisperer's voice.

The witch conspirator who betrayed September.

She was the real deal this time and not September in a disguise. She was there. Junk and April saw her. See was sitting on another wooden bench on the opposite side of the garden. It felt like she wasn't there a second ago. She mysteriously appeared. She was calmed. Sipping on some hot tea. Watching them. April stopped moving and frowned.

"The witch conspirator who dethroned September. You dared bringing us here. What do you want from us?" April confronted her.

"I don't want to hurt anyone of you. I really don't," she said.

"As if you could," Junk interrupted him, grunting.

"I heard September defeated you not too long ago. She said that she had impaled you," April told her.

"Oh! You mean the two holes she made in my chest? Let's take a look at them. Shall we?" she said, all smiling, still holding her cup of tea with one hand, unbuttoning her Victorian dress with the other, pulled on the fabric of her dress, and revealed that her thick chest was perfectly fine. No holes. No wounds. No damage. No, nothing.

"Se healed. Somehow," April wasn't so surprised by this.

"Um. So, September didn't defeat the one who screwed her over," Junk noted.

"Once again, I am not interested in hurting any of you. Technically speaking, September is the only outlaw here. I want to catch her, so she cannot hurt anyone anymore. Don't you understand? She is not a Witch Queen. She was in fact never a Witch Queen. The only thing she is, is a witch renegade. Nothing more. Nothing less. She is dangerous and we have to stop her. Me and the rest of the Guild of Witches. Tell me where she is, and I promise you will be taken care of very nicely. No harm will be done to any one of you. You have my word. First off. April. I remember hearing about you a few years ago. You always dreamt of one day becoming a registered witch in our guild? Right? I can make this happen for you. How about that?" she told her.

"Really?" eyes and mouth wide opened. She was shocked to suddenly hear this.

The night whisperer nodded at her.

"And you, big boy, you could become an official guardian of the guild. A real worker that would be treated right. No longer an escaped prisoner on the run," she said, turning her head to him. "The only thing you have to do now… Is to tell me… Where she is," she asked the both of them.