Chapter 170: Taking A Day Off

It was time to move forward with their plans and the first thing on the mu should've be visiting the goddess Elanaria's church, but the week-long journey had tired the party to their bones, which wasn't something that could be fixed with a single night's rest.

Thus, instead of heading out just yet, Rav decided it was best for them to rest up a little more, after all, for all they knew the goddess and her followers would assault them the first momt they lay eyes on Athia's chos.

"Aaaa~" Holding a velvet cake piece on a fork, Mel held it by Rav's mouth, a light blush across her cheeks. "Come on, stop daydreaming and eat!"

Chuckling to herself, she held the fork for a while longer before Rav oped up his mouth and let the sweet goodness melt inside his mouth. However, his atttion was quickly split betwe Aria and Mel as the dark elf began tugging his shoulder tight.

"Calm down ladies," crowding the bch some more, Mino appeared out of the bracelet right into Rav's lap. Her hands thrown a his shoulder, Mino beamed him a cheery smile. "He's not going anywhere, you girls are too clingy.

But seeing how the que hugged him from the side, the girls ignored her completely and kept moving closer with his arms squeezed against their breasts.

"So cute~" Liliyana whispered at the sight, ev though she herself didn't like Rav.

"Just ignore them..." Seated on the opposite side of the table, Amedith kept his mind busy by watching the cluttered streets of Elaris through the windows.

"Hmm?" Staring at the downed look on her savior, the fae child couldn't help but wonder what got him looking so down. Moving closer to him on the seat, she leaned closer to his face and whispered. "Is something wrong?"

Slowly turning his face towards Lililyana's Amedith's eyes wided as he noticed her face so up close. Their noses brushed against each other, and with every breath she took, he could feel it on his face, hinting of lavder. Flustered red, he could feel his heart pounding, and in the meantime, reaching for Amedith's silky hair, Liliyana brushed it off the side of his face.

"Are you jealous? Is that it?" She asked, her finger tracing his cheeks as she slowly pulled away.

With just a splash of holy magic, the bite mark was gone, and the indtation healed. Finally letting go of her, Amedith took a deep breath and felt a strange load flutter off his shoulders.

"You want a coffee?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

Liliyana quickly wiped the tear marks and attempted to answer, but she was interrupted by a pair of stomping feet and the sound of an iron club being dragged a the floor of the Inn. Apart from them, there wer't any customers in the main hall so it wasn't hard to figure out where the sound was coming from.

"It's coming from the kitch?" Erika mumbled, her head pressed against the table because of drowsiness.

Asmodia wanted her to lift her head and look a, but the priestess was far too tired from the travels to ev attempt lifting a finger. And so, keeping her head down, she was the only one who didn't see Lana walking out of the kitch with a massive spiked club in her hand.

Staring at Rav as she stomped her way to their table, the elf stopped right beside him before placing the club over her shoulder.

"You and me, we're gonna fight!" The moans of Lana's wife throughout the night were no secret, so everyone from the party already knew why the elv woman was so pissed off at Rav.

"Lana! Wait!" Rushing out of the kitch right behind her, Diane tried to stop her wife, but Lana wanted to make sure that a man who lies with her wife was at least compett ough to claim her.

"Follow me to the backyard, there's a mud ring for wrestling there, we'll fight there!" Lana demanded, and though Rav wasn't exactly thrilled about a fight first thing in the morning, he had no issue whooping some ass to put her in her place.

'This gives me time to test my new power too.' If nothing else, he could test the new gift by Athia, and possibly find a way to implemt it through battle.

"Alrighty th, lead the way!" He exclaimed, popping out of his seat.