35 Chapter 35: The State of Things

The moon is high up in the sky and all the tea cakes are finished. Guess its time to go and discuss how we are going to handle this mess. At least, the idiots are not here (poor Archia).

...At the Archives Someone is Having a Mental Breakdown...

Not here. Not there. Not anywhere. No, no, no. This can't be happening. I can't find them anywhere! Could it be that Ibis really lied to me?, I thought afraid. He has not returned yet... No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Calm down, Archia, I tell my self. Ibis would never ever betray you. We swore an oath, remember. And he cannot break it. But... what if ... what if he DID break it...

"Nooooooooooooo! This is all your fault Air!"

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...In the middle of a forest someone sneezes...

"Could it be that I have caught a cold?" As I was thinking about how I got sick, Games suddenly grabs my collar starts yelling in my face.

"Air do something! We're lost! And in an Avocado forest at that!"

He lets go of my collar and looks around warily, eyes wide open.

Rolling my eyes, I say, "It's just a forest, if we keep walking in one direction we eventually get out."

"Eventually?" he questions weakly.

"An hour or two should do it. But..."

"But?" He leans in closer.

"But if she was serious about expanding the orchard, it will take about a year," I say calmly. After all, it was just one year. Even a low god would not think that it was a long time.

But apparently, Games was an exception.

"One whooole year in this forest." And he started chewing on his nails. Sigh. I warned him that it was not healthy yet he still does it.

"Get your hands out of your mouth. God knows what you've touched." I swat at his still trembling hands.

"But I am a God," He says confused.

"So you should know about all the filth you've touched."

He is about to reply when...

*chirp*

He jumps into my arms, hugging me like a koala, refusing to let go.

"Get off me," I say pushing him but he just holds in tighter.

"What was that?"

"It's called a Blue Jay. Now move."

"But Blue Jays are very aggressive," he whines.

With no choice left I sing, "Wall, wall where are you? I want to bang my head into you~"