Chapter 226: An Enemy's Presence
The swine monster was on Junk's list.
In the wilds surrounding the witch village, the demon knight was searching the perimeters to make sure no one was scouting on the recent changes, which happened here over the last couple of days.
Junk feared that September, April, and him now joining the village might have alerted some of their enemies. It wasn't the worst idea to anticipate the fact that Lord Monsoon could very well be aware of what happened as they joined Bridget and the other witches. Lord Monsoon came here before.
He knew where the village was. He still knew. Chances were that he could probably use the signature energies of the mana of the two Witch Queens, as well as their apprentices. This was dangerous. Horribly dangerous. Junk was on his own, in the tall grass and in the woods surrounding the village. He was still wearing his full set of armor and had his ax with him, carrying it around, slicing and slashing many grass and trees on his way as he searched.
So far, he hadn't found anything. No monsters. No vile creatures spying on the village. No trace of Lord Monsoon. So far, it honestly felt more like he was imagining things and suspecting the swine overlord to be onto them a bit too much. Perhaps he was even overestimating Lord Monsoon.
He tended to forget that the last time they met him, he defeated him, himself, saving September in the process. He truly tended to forget that he beat him and weakened him quite a bit during that battle, even if the actual body of the dark overlord wasn't exactly there in combat. He beat him. Perhaps that meant that he wasn't going to come back anytime soon. Perhaps it was all in the head of this suspicious Halloween knight. Perhaps…
I feel some kind of presence! There's got to be someone or something around here! I know it! Someone is spying on us! Junk said to himself as she slashed some more grass and a couple of more trees, causing them to slide down and fall over in slow-motion. He was slowly making his way into the woods, shaping some kind of passage through nature, so he could go deeper and search some more.
"What's that? Can it be?" He said as he suddenly saw something from the corner of his eye. He saw something behind a big rock. He didn't exactly know what it was, but he did see something.
What was it? I barely saw it, but I saw it! It was some kind of shadow or something like that. I knew that I felt something surrounding the village. Something is afoot. Something is targeting us. Something is spying on us! Junk was now certain of it. He simply had to find whatever he saw first before being able to deal with it first. Junk was absolutely remarkable at crushing skulls, but hunting and finding the enemies weren't exactly his favorite thing.
Junk preferred when the enemy wasn't moving. The less they moved, and the more he could kill them faster. It made complete sense to him. That was why September and April completed him so much. The two of them had much more range than him. Now, they weren't as strong as he was, definitely, but these two sluts had a lot of resources of their own. They could catch the enemies faster than he could. Then, bring them to him, so he could destroy them in one, fatal blow. Such a great team.
There it is! Junk said to himself as she saw the same, floating and moving shadow he saw earlier after circling around the big rock. The shadow was only seen again for a brief moment. A split-second at best. Then, it was gone again. It never stayed for too long. Never did.
"I almost got it this time!" He shouted alone in the woods.
"What do you think you are doing, Junk?" A seducing and intimate voice was heard behind him. It stopped him. He froze. Then, not too long afterwards, he turned around: It was September. She was standing right there on the other side of the woods. Walking in the trail he had just made for no apparent good reason. She had no idea he was chasing something that was real. To be fair, the demon knight himself didn't even know if what he was chasing was truly real in the first place. He paused and then stared at her. Junk was out of breath.
"September. What are you doing here?" He asked her. He was still holding his ax with both of his hands. Before he was interrupted by the Witch Queen, he was about to smash another tall tree and slice it in half. She made him stop at the last second. The very last second. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and sliding all across his nose. Junk had spent more energy destroying everything that he originally thought he did. But he was still after the shadow… The floating shadow was escaping as he was interrupted by her…
"What do you think I am doing?" She stepped closer to him, following his trail. "I am checking on you. You have been gone, absent from the village for a couple of hours. What are you doing in the woods? Making some sort of carnage, destroying everything? The grass, the rocks and the trees didn't do anything bad to you. You know?" September had her scepter in her back. Arms folded together.
"What the heck are you doing here? I'm working."
"Working? What are you talking about? You really think that you are the master of me and Bridget now, um? And your idea of working is cutting trees for no Goddamn reason, um? Those are ancestral trees that have grown for centuries. Why cut them?"
"I felt something. I saw something. A shadow," he told her.
"You believe that shadow to be one of our enemies?"
"Well, yeah! Duh! What do you think, big brain?"
"Don't make fun of me. If you believe that there is an enemy here, we are all going to take this seriously, okay?" She said to him.
"Good."
She nodded.
"So, are you going to help me search or what?" He asked her.
"You already know I'm in, but first, I think you have been missing out on some mana milk recently…" She told him as she suddenly grabbed her own majestic set of tits and pointed them in his direction.
Junk licked his lips.