177 Results of a good action

Truth to be told, seeing so many dwarves in armor and with their weapons, the first reflex of Willem was to be on his guard. However, he quickly noticed that none of them were actively aiming at them or even raising their shields and axes. Meaning that the sudden shout was most likely out of surprise and disbelief. Hypothesis quickly confirmed by the short inhabitants of the mountains.

"You are Leilade Octavius, right? We were told to welcome all the … souls looking like you?" The armored dwarf was visibly a bit slow when searching for the right term to qualify Leilade. After all, it was very rare to see any creature similar to her, and they couldn't say she was a human, a monster or something like that. Feeling that he had chosen the right term, he was glad to not see the floating girl looked displeased.

"Yes, I am. And what are the intentions of the Iron Kingdom?" Hearing this, the one in charge began to remove his helmet, quickly followed by all the guards around him. Then, they all began to bow their heads, while thanking Leilade. "In the name of the Iron Kingdom, we thank the named Leilade Octavius for her help against one of our enemies."

After this sentence, the guards put once more their helmets and began to return to their normal activities while the commandant kept entertaining the two newcomers. "In other words, we thank you once more for your help getting rid of all the spiders. You have done such perfect extermination that even after those two years, there is still not a single trace of a spider alive. Maybe for you, it was easy, but you have no idea how many lives you saved and how much forces had finally been deployed elsewhere."

Of course, among the useless information he provided, both Willem and Leilade managed to get what they wanted in the first place. How many years they were gone. "If it is not too important, may I ask you where you were during all this time? The people of Archet never told us precisely, but of course, if it is a secret, that's fine. Treat this as the curiosity of a dwarf."

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This time, the two newcomers each looked at each other, a bit puzzled by what he said. With just one look, Leilade answered the silent question of the werewolf by "I have no idea what he is talking about." However, they wouldn't say this to their surroundings and kept acting like they knew everything.

"It's a secret."

"Ah, that's what I was thinking. Anyway, this is the tunnel leading you directly to the capital. Do you need a guide or will it be fine to go there by yourselves? Oh, also, do you need food or a drink before leaving?" Looking at the commandant that acted no different than a waiter in an inn, Leilade merely shook her head. They had plenty of blood before leaving the plane of the demons, and just the time they spent outside was not enough to truly impede the werewolf.

"No, that's fine. Goodbye." "Goodbye."

"Have a safe travel." Waving his hand, he looked the two beginning to leave, albeit one was having quite an issue to move. However, since Willem was agile enough to walk on his four limbs, the small size of the tunnel was barely enough for him to travel. Neither of the two heard the murmuring dwarf. "It's still a bit weird. Why did we never heard of a giant covered in fur before? Oh, well, not my problem."

"So, Archet is the city where you left Ymir and Malakov?"

"Correct."

"And, they were supposed to come here?"

"Not really."

"Hum, hum." The attempts at starting a conversation were quite hard for the living monster. Even now, besides the initial surprise, he saw on her face at the mention of that city, the soul did not look particularly interested in knowing what it meant. On the other hand, he would have surrounded the dwarf with questions, if Leilade hadn't said they were leaving.

"And you have no idea why he was speaking like they were allies or at least trade partners?"

"No idea."

In the cold and dark tunnel, one tried many times to extract any sentiments of a soul but never succeed at doing so. The best he obtained was irritating her, forcing him to stop for an hour or so. He was not dumb enough to anger someone like the Empress of the Underworld, after all, she had quite a reputation. It was only that he thought she was a lot bigger than that, hearing the description from Candaith and Akama. Making him almost not recognizing her when they first met.

However, when they first arrived in the capital, they were baffled when they saw a wagon pulled by two skeletons. Approaching it, they were finally noticed by the two undead, before hearing an incredibly cheerful voice resonating from one of them. "Empress, you are finally back!" Looking at the crowd of ratmen and dwarves that were looking a bit puzzled by that sudden exclamation, Willem grabbed the two skeletons, not knowing which one was the good one, and brought them into a remote alley.

"Who are you? Wait for a second, you are a very big werewolf! Far too big for this planet. Is he …"

"Yes, I am part of the Demonic Army. Willem, subordinate of Lugash." At the mention of this name, one of the skeletons suddenly began to stroke his chin, before looking a bit stunned. "You are from Arsene then! So it was true that Candaith and some others managed to land on this planet centuries ago."

"How do you know that?" For the first time, Leilade questioned her envoy, since he shouldn't have known this. After all, she had only managed to realize the truth after infiltrating the mind of the Archmage. However, by that time, Malakov was already in such a pitiful state that he wouldn't be able to converse properly.

"You were gone for two years, Empress. During that period of time, a lot of things have changed. Too many things. Three new Heroes have appeared, but at the same time, the Archmage was killed. This caused everyone that had any intentions of harming Archet and Ymir shudder in fear. The magus was like the beacon of mankind, and with him falling, all the human nations lost their first protector."

Stopping in his speech, he looked left and right, before speaking more quietly. "Also, his death provoked the leaking of many secrets, including the spell that is still trapping Meridiana, Kardel, and Davion. When I heard the name of this spell, I instantly realized that it was created by Candaith. After that and the new ally we gained thanks to you, I managed to learn the rest."

If the lich hadn't known that Candaith was present in this world, he wouldn't have searched for the traces of others that could have been in the same situation. From the beginning, the Dark Gods were some strangers compared to them. But the moment one of the legendary monsters was revealed to be a quite well-known acquaintance, it also meant the others were probably in the same situation.

"But that's not the place to talk about all of this. Let me guide you to a more appropriate location." Leading the group, the two skeletons didn't forget the grab the wagon they left in the middle of the street. The sudden appearance of the dark soul and the giant werewolf made many of the bystanders raised their eyebrows, before learning the identity of one. Soon, Leilade could see the gazes turned from wariness to friendliness, as they recognized her as the one that killed the Spider Queen.

"Here we are. Quite impressive I must say." Starring at the building in front of them, they could see a vast complex of houses and storages spreading on dozens of meters. Right next to the entrance, two black skeletons, the same that followed Ymir for the conquest of Archet, were guarding the place. Beyond the stone doors, many more undead were busying themselves, accompanied by just a handful of dwarves and ratmen.

"Everyone had been chosen individually. Even here, the reach of the Organization is still felt. Fortunately, those outlaws didn't seem to care too much about what we are doing here. However, while you were away, they never stopped at trying to steal our secrets. Causing even Ymir to suffer injuries more than once."

Walking easily inside the maze that was built there, Malakov finally opened a door that didn't seem to stand out at all. However, the interior was expensively decorated, with a lot of exquisite paintings and furniture. And it was not empty. Barely looking above the pile of papers he had to read, a human that was not too young but definitely not old suddenly fell backward, surprised by the sight of the black shadows.

"What the hell? Who-Who are you?" Shivering, he had never seen them before. One was like a cute little human girl. However, she was completely black, her face even less expressive than a mummy and her two white eyes looked ominous. As for her companion, it was a bloodthirsty beast that walked on his two legs. But just the sight of his sharp fangs and claws made him shudder.

"This is the Empress of the Underworld, Leilade Octavius. And Willem of Arsene." Hearing the two names, he only knew about one. The one that killed the Archmage in such a cruel ploy that it terrified all the magus on this planet. Loudly swallowing his saliva, the merchant that enjoyed more the company of young women than anything else decided that he was not meant to be here.

"Your Highness, Majesty, Empress, I-I think I have something else to do. Elsewhere." Quickly walking away, he did not forget to bow one time, two times, even three times, just in case. Seeing the visibly scared look in the eyes of the human, Malakov was a bit perplexed, as he could not have understood that reaction. After all, he worked with the undead for so many times, why being bothered now?

"He is someone from the Eltritch family, they …" Pausing for a second, he realized that she wouldn't care anyway. For her, they were just simple humans, that were not worthy enough to be remembered. "Never mind. Here are all the memories of the time you were gone." Saying this, the white skeleton began to put his hand on his skull, before creating a very small blue ball. After that, the small fragment of the soul was quickly absorbed by Leilade, that in return duplicated it and gave it to Willem.

Following the small panting of pain from the werewolf, the soul began to organize her thoughts, gazing at all the memories. A few minutes passed in silence, while the two were roaming from all the news, picking up what was really important. In the end, a flash of black passed through the white eyes of Leilade, too fast to be noticed even by her herald. "So this is what happens here. I must say, you were extremely busy Malakov."