Chapter 371: Jealous

Chapter 371: Jealous

I am unspeakably jealous of you, Moxie informed Noah, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

Hed returned to her room just a few minutes ago and had been relieved to find that everyone had returned safely although that relief had faded slightly when hed realized that he had to tell Moxie that hed watched her hero show off his coolest move.

I didnt know he was going to go and do something like that, Noah said defensively.

I know, I know. That doesnt make me any less jealous, though. Its incredible that hes managed to keep that under wraps this whole time. I never would have thought he used puppets, but it makes so much sense. Thats why hes been punching above his weight class so much. Hes using the body of a powerful monster, and hes probably been reinforcing it with extra Imbuements and magic this whole time.

He was certainly something, Noah admitted. He brought me and Ulya along specifically so we could make him look weaker and I was supposed to be pretending to be a Rank 6 powerhouse. What a badass.

Stop talking him up, Moxie groaned, running her hands through her hair. Its just making things worse. I wish I was there.

Sorry, Noah said with a cheeky grin. Maybe you can pretend to be the insanely strong mage next time so he drags you along instead.

Moxie snorted. Yeah, right. Thatll be the time we get attacked by everyone and their grandmothers. Ill let you stick to that. But what happened after Silvertide killed the puppets? That cant be it, can it?

Almost certainly not, Noah agreed. Im certain this is Wizen were up against. I dont think he could read any thoughts through his puppets, or he would have figured out what Silvertide was doing. Theres no way hes done, though. And, unfortunately, he didnt give us a scrap of information about what he actually wants.

Lovely. I was kind of hoping hed just spout his plans to look cool before he tried to kill you.

Me too, Noah admitted with a sigh. I tried, but he didnt bite. Hes not an idiot, unfortunately. Silvertide seemed to think it would be pretty hard for him to get his puppets back to Arbitage, though. He might have to come here himself.

Moxie chewed her lip and leaned back on the rear legs of her chair, rocking back and forth in place as she thought. Then hes almost certainly going to go after Silvertide. After getting stomped that hard, hes got to be pissed.

Given how arrogant he came off? Almost certainly. Noah nodded. I think it might be a bit before he pops up again. We should use that time to get stronger and focus the kids training. Right now, theyre the weak link and I dont want Wizen thinking theyre easy targets.

Thats assuming he cares about them at all, but I agree, Moxie said. She let her chair return to its normal position before she could fall. Some of the other advanced track professors were discussing having training matches. It could be worthwhile matching up some of our students against theirs to see where they stand. The first one is next week.

Seems like a good goal. More than enough time to try to push them to the next step with formations, Noah said.

They were silent for a few moments, and Lee took that moment to speak up for the first time since Noah had gotten back, having been in a food coma.

What did you end up doing with the bodies the puppets had taken? Lee asked from her spot on the edge of the bed. Shed mercifully returned back to her normal form, so Noah didnt have to look at himself when she spoke.

Left them to Silvertide, Noah replied. I dont know what he did with them after that. Maybe he took them as proof? Either way, youve eaten more than enough for one night.

Rafael was deeply concerned. Hed known that this task wasnt going to be simple. Killing demons rarely was but hed never expected his target to be this deeply entrenched. The demon wasnt just defended. Everything around them was a veritable fortress.

It had been strange enough when the blood hed gathered had been more finnicky than it should have been. Instead of leading him right to the demon, it faded and swirled throughout Arbitage, as if it couldnt make up its mind as to where the demon had gone.

If it had gone up a Rank, Rafael could have understood a degree of confusion. Demons changed considerably with every Rank they advanced but this was different. It was as if the demon couldnt determine if it existed or not.

And, even in spite of that, hed tracked his foe. Hed followed its many trails through Arbitage. His efforts had finally led him to a group a group that was in with one of the most famous soldiers in the kingdom, Silvertide.

It wasnt just Silvertide, either. The group, including several people that appeared to be mere students, also had the support of a man and a woman who had completely suppressed their power. And, if there was one thing that Rafael had learned in his time hunting demons, it was that anything without even the slightest amount of power had far more power than anyone else in the room.

Rank 5 minimum, probably Rank 6. Ive never felt such a perfectly suppressed well, everything. I would have thought the hooded man wasnt even there if Id been looking less closely. The woman the same. I couldnt get a read of her.

But which one was the actual demon? Was it the one shoveling food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow? Was it the woman or the masked man? Damn it.

Hed chosen to remain hidden in the shadows of the meeting hed followed the group to, staying behind when Silvertide and the masked man had left. The chances of Silvertide being corrupted were low, so the others were far more likely to be his targets.

But, to his annoyance, the night had ended without anything even slightly out of the ordinary aside from the man Vermil, if Rafael had caught his name correctly having a seemingly bottomless stomach.

It could be him. Eating that much could be indicative of a demons unrestrained personality but he also seems to care a little too much about the people around him. He keeps glancing at the students to make sure theyre next to him, and with the discussion that was happening in here earlier, it makes sense.

Demons dont care for others. Shit. Who is it?

They couldnt have all been demons, and there was a very good chance that at least a few of them had no idea who they were traveling with. Rafael couldnt warn them either if they did know and were simply hiding it, then hed be giving himself away.

Damn it. I could try approaching Vermil, but what if he made a deal with a demon to protect his students? That would make him an enemy, even if it was for a good cause.

No matter how hard Rafael thought, he couldnt think of anything that would answer his questions. Nobody had given themselves away tonight, which meant it was ever more likely that his target was the masked man or, gods forbid, Silvertide himself.

I dont have much time left. Ill have to observe them over the coming days. And, if nothing reveals itself, then I will be forced to try to isolate them as much as possible and confront them one by one.

Rafael took his rosary in his hands and ran his thumb along the beads, forcing himself to take control over his fraying nerves. He was no stranger to great threats, and this demon was no different. No matter how extensive its support network may have been, it was a demon.

And, once it was revealed, he would destroy it. There was no alternative. There were no other paths. Demons were a plague on this world, and they could not be allowed to exist.

Before this week ends, the demon must die.