Chapter 138 - The Witch Ran Away, The Warlock Stayed And The Goat Spoke

So, the novices who work in the kitchens have always given fruits and vegetables that are about to expire to others, building friendships and freeing themselves from punishment.

Ripe peaches with shades of red, orange, and yellow the size of a man's adult hand. They looked juicy and sweet, they must have been sweeter than usual as they were close to spoiling.

Mattias went out into the garden and found Giovanni sitting on a bench looking nervously down a hallway. He didn't know Giovanni personally, as he is from grade 4 and the other young man was from grade 6.

However, he had heard about the case of Giovanni being taken in as a disciple and assistant by Bishop Darcy. Some kitchen novices who were Mattias's friends commented how the bishop arrogantly entered the kitchen with his previous assistant and demanded Giovanni to follow him.

Giovanni was the envy of the other novices, at the same time, malicious gossip began to surface that the young man had done some carnal acts with Father Rutger and was now seducing Bishop Darcy.

So Giovanni's image was sometimes described with respect and envy, other times it was said with malice as if he were some kind of lust demon.

Arabeth: Hey! *outraged*

Author: It's just a matter of metalanguage. *indifferent*

Arabeth: What? *confused*

Author: (...) *slap face*

Azarphy: You only created fools. *mocking*

Author: Don't you like fools?  *irony*

Azarphy: (...)

Mattias didn't really believe in it, like Giovanni himself, he thought Bishop Darcy could get anyone back to the Aurore Empire. For him to pick any novice who might have a tarnished reputation... It just goes to show that Giovanni really did have a lot of potentials to capture the bishop's attention.

"Hello, Brother Giovanni" Mattias approached Giovanni and greeted him, warning the young man who looked back cautiously.

"Wolf! Wolf!"

Before Giovanni could speak a furry son with a single red coat stepped out from under the novice's tunic that touched down to the grass in the garden. The little dog showed blue eyes showing ferocity and barked like a real guard dog.

But as it was a furry and chubby puppy... The effect was not as great as Bao imagined seeing the human surprised by his appearance.

His master said to take care of this human and protect him from other humans, it hadn't been five minutes since Emery ran towards a direction along with the scary angel and the honorable demon marquis to a side where strong energy radiated scaring him a little.

"Oh, a puppy," Mattias said with a surprised glee to see the puppy being so arrogant and fierce with him as he tried to stroke the soft, shiny fur.

"Who are you?" Giovanni asked a little less cautious and feeling more secure with the puppy acting like a little guardian. This was Bishop Darcy's magical guardian, so nothing bad could happen.

Everything would be okay, right?

Mattias introduced himself and sat down next to Giovanni offering some sweet peaches, Bao was indignant and bit down on Mattias's rough tunic, but he didn't even cause any damage just got wet by the animal's drool.

"Do you want some?" Mattias said giving the puppy half a peach to lick.

Bao wanted to refuse such a bribe, but seeing Giovanni eating calmly, he gave in to the bribe and took a few licks... It felt so good!

"Why are you here alone?" Mattias asked curiously when he saw Giovanni alone, the gossip said that Bishop Darcy wouldn't even let Giovanni go out alone, but now the young man was alone in the garden.

"I'm waiting for Bishop Darcy to come back, he went to solve a problem and I didn't want to get in the way," Giovanni said with some sadness. He was too weak to keep up with Emery wherever he went.

Of course, Emery just warned him that it was a very serious problem with a demon and that he had better stay here safely.

While the two novices are talking, Emery had arrived close to the wall surrounding the abbey, the forest with the spectacle of red and gold colors showed beyond the stone wall, there were many leaves on the floor making a reddish carpet thanks to the night storm previous.

Of course, if it hadn't been for the hooded person on top of the wall in the billowing black cape that fluttered in the passing wind, bouncing off the whole scene.

"And who is this?" Emery asked Azarphy and Arabeth mentally.

"The witch," Azarphy said feeling a strong divine power in the mortal's body.

The hooded person looked young and strong as he had been jumping for some time over the roofs with surprise looked up to Emery's presence there on the wall looking back at her.

Luckily, she wore a mask that covered her face completely, similar to those opera masks only black in color, a happy smile, and a sad grimace to mark her presence.

She was happy that she had done what she did.

She felt unhappy that she couldn't do this sooner.

Murder was very easy and somehow it was fun watching those men suffer.

"Levitation," the woman thought and a kind of dark energy surrounded the woman's body and soon penetrated her body.

"Is she flying?" Emery asked with dismay, he had never seen a person fly.

Things float, okay?

People flying... Well, that was very new even for a modern person like him.

The woman looked down momentarily and then shot into the air, disappearing from Emery's sight.

"Aren't you going after her?" Emery asked Azarphy. He would not ask this of Arabeth who knew nothing more than the limits of the abbey, after all, this was where he appeared and had never gone out there.

Azarphy did not reply, only that a ball of light was thrown towards a well that was little used by the people of the abbey, which must have been created when the buildings were still being erected.

The sphere of light was bounced off by a shield that let out a hissing sound, revealing another hooded person, but besides that person was a black goat.

"Warlock," Azarphy said with some disdain. He was a Warlock with a contract with a demon.

"Oh, a servant of Emperor Belphegor," Arabeth commented with some respect.

Arabeth had some respect for the servants of other Emperors, except for the servants of the Envy Emperor, who is the enemy of his dad, Emperor Lust.

"Who is Belphegor?" Emery asked curiously but very calmly. He was very confident in Azarphy's strength.

"A bastard who's been expelled to Hell with no right back," Azarphy replied with heavy mockery.

"Tsk, this is your loss. He is now the Sloth Emperor." Arabeth sneered back at Azarphy.

Belphegor was an archangel of a slightly lower level than Azarphy, but who committed a great sin in leaving his post by underestimating enemies which caused loss of territory, the capture of the very species that were enslaved by the invaders, and the humiliation of leaving an army of parasites reach the God of Light.

At the end of that war coupled with some other crimes, like torturing his subordinates, hunting weaker species that they were supposed to protect, like humans, Belphegor was condemned to be eternally banished from Paradise and was imprisoned for many centuries in Hell.

However, in one of the wars against Hell, it had already become a type of sport between the two species. This was some kind of deadly training to prepare them to face the parasites from other worlds.

But in one of those "sports" wars, Satan very disloyally made a contract of liberation and slavery with Belphegor, which helped them to win that particular war by taking the inhabitants of paradise by surprise.

"Tsk, a summoner... What bad luck" the Warlock spoke in a prim voice, clearly unafraid and provocatively showing his face with a smile.

His face was strange and misshapen with one eye larger than the other, his skin a little white with bluish tinges as if he were ill, and his teeth yellow.

"This is a disguise," Arabeth warned seeing the power of Belphegor's servant covering the Warlock's body.

Azarphy didn't say anything and just made more spheres of light appear around the Warlock, he looked a little altered with such a strong and fast attitude.

"Your Grace, Warlord, Lord Azarphy... Let's do business" the goat suddenly spoke as he found himself surrounded by several spheres of light.

"How do you know about me?"

"Master Belphegor is watching your excellency"

"That bastard... is lazy to defend our homeland, but to practice his voyeurisms... All proactive"

"I have some interesting information, about a person who was supposed to be dead but still hangs around with the living and is using demons and angels to consume their powers to gain immortality..."

"Blasphemy, what kind of mortal could have such a powerful ritual to subdue my race to be consumed?!"

Arabeth ended up revealing herself once again naked to the world with her black cat tail held high and her cat ears low, he wanted to look menaced he just looked a little shameless and a little foolish doing that.

Demons accustomed to consuming the powers of human souls were offended by such a possibility, especially Arabeth who had an honorable position in hell.

He forgot his own situation, but in his heart was the comfort that he had been "forced" by Azarphy to make the contract with Emery so disadvantageous to himself.

"Oh, the son of Emperor Lust. Your Excellency, the Marquis of Carnal Desire, Arabeth," the goat said, bowing slightly in politeness, which was quite strange for a goat.

"Apparently you're the only one with the weak title here... I wonder if I made the wrong choice" Warlock muttered a little angrily, only to have his foot stepped on by the goat to keep him silent.

The goat was saying that so vulgarly openly to introduce the marquis to Warlock, it never hurts to let your contractor be wary of other demons.