Chapter 8 - Partners In Crime

For the years that were paved ahead, the two children of the house started getting close to each other. With all the Time Mage's sneak attacks, Mavislin had slowly taken up more mischief. Preferably, targeting Baldwin.

Soon, after learning that creating mass havoc was what the adorable Valkyrie did as a hobby, Raiyen joined in the fun. The two constantly played tricks and caused villages to burn. Gillian and Ysabeau were busy trying to save countless other Mages that had been affected by the Dark Mage incident.

The three a.d.u.l.ts paid no heed of what the children were doing. As long as the Partners In Crime came back for dinner and arrived safe and sound, the a.d.u.l.ts were fine.

"You kids are causing quite the mass commotion," revealed Gillian, sternly gazing at the delinquent children.

Raiyen represented the first to defend the statement.

"Don't drag Mav into the scolding. It was all my idea," said Raiyen, boldly stand up.

Mavislin looked shocked and concerned with what Raiyen was forcing himself to perform. All was good until they had angered some peasants by the most neighboring village, nearest to the forest. It will spell danger if they manage to track them down to the Old Chapel.

For all they knew, it wasn't a great idea to freeze the village's water fountains.

"Who are you kidding, Time Boy? Mavislin was the one who had the hobby first, so why are you trying to defend her?" asked Baldwin, glaring at the two.

"You know how much importance does the nearby village hold when it comes to the security of the Old Chapel."

Mavislin still did not utter a single word.

"Here's the deal the village as proposed to us; if you can beat the Father of the Church, the locals will not harm our haven or us."

During the time, the villages around the area were governed by both the Chief and the Father of the Church. The Father is the Pastor the Church that the village has.

"Are we allowed to work with each other?" asked Raiyen, looking at Mavislin's worried face.

Anything could go at this point. Raiyen might sustain a normal duel with the Father, but Mavislin in a duel would be quite problematic. She would end up slaughtering everyone. If they needed a sure-fire win, the Valkyrie can do a solo act for the audience.

The catch is the whole village would presumably be in ruins by the time it was over. But inviting the two to work together? That might be overkill.

"You can decide among yourselves for that. How the battle is being waged is none of our concern. Just win and come home for lunch or dinner," denoted Gillian, walking out.

Baldwin followed soon after, entrusting the two kids to contemplate about what to accomplish the next day.

Mavislin discovered it to be amusing as she witnessed mothers dragging their daughters to Church just to worship some 'God' of theirs. Whether God was real or not, religion was supposed to be a commitment one would be doing it based on their own free will, not forcing it upon themselves.

And certainly not screaming and kicking while going into Holy Grounds.

"Close your eyes," said Raiyen, as he appeared behind the Valkyrie that was slowly dozing off.

"For what? So that you can tickle me?" asked Mavislin.

"Nope, so that I can do this."

The moment he snapped his finger, out bloomed some vines and flowers towards them. It then touched the chestnut locks and created a hairband out of vines and orchids. Mavislin was in wonder as she caressed it gingerly.

"Here, so that your hair won't get in the way when you carry out some activities," said Raiyen, pointing towards the hairband.

"Do you know what are braids?" he asked, once more. Mavislin shook her head, eyes sparkling as she wanted to comprehend what it was.

"I'll do them for you," he replied as he got hold of her flowing chestnut locks.

After a few good minutes of tugging and pulling, he was completed. She next shifted a slight bit, trying to see and feel what Raiyen had done to her hair after all that tugging.

"Thanks," she murmured, fascinated at this 'braid'.

He gathered a huge bundle of hair. In all respects, it was sturdy, she thought. It struck her as familiar as continued to feel the texture of this 'braid'. Did her mother do this for her as well? Before she could remember, the moment was ruined.

The oncoming mob had unearthed them by finally tilting their heads up.

"Demons! This is sacred ground!" they yelled.

The two smiled as they stood up slowly. Be it the girl or the boy, both of them were seen as demons. How foolish of them to try to protect each other when they were both demons in the humans' eyes. Just win and come back represented their initial mission.

This does not affect their performance in Magecraft, so the two decided to fight alongside each other against the Father of the village.