Chapter 180 - The Ark Of Enemy's Den

"Hm, I haven't realized. I thought humans could fly," sassed the little girl.

She flew around in random circles, continuing to enjoy the attention she was getting. Yan could only watch the little girl in abject horror. He was supposed to corner the enemy, not the other way 'round. The imagery of the vines closing sealed his fate as he could not find a way out.

"What's wrong? I thought you would have seen Mages by now," asked the little girl, scratching her head.

Yan kept quiet as he tried to hide the weapons in his little sack. She then abruptly flew down and grabbed his hand.

"Come on! Let's play!" yelled the little girl as she dragged the poor boy to the Old Chapel.

"Oh, yea! I forgot to ask what's your name," said the girl, stopping her flight.

"Yan, Asriyan," replied the confused assassin.

"I'm Mavislin!" said the little Valkyrie happily.

Yan's face went pale. The target of Ashley's mission... If she's still alive, that means... Yan's felt his legs lose all energy.

"Let's go!" yelled the cheerful Valkyrie.

When they finally reached the doorstep, Ysabeau swung open the door. A middle-aged lady stood by the door, wearing a blue dress with a white apron. Her normally unkempt strawberry blonde hair was tied into a neat bun with a white hairband. Her smile was like a mother's.

"Welcome home, little one. You're just in time for tea," said Ysabeau, straightening out her dress.

She stopped midway when she caught a glance of the human boy beside her little girl.

"You've brought a friend?" she asked, placing her heads on her h.i.p.s.

"Yes! He's Yan!" said the happy girl.

Meanwhile, Yan's heart was racing like mad as he had been invited into the enemy's den. Infiltration like this was not what he had planned in his head. He had already messed up the operation, Ashley ain't going to be pleased.

"Can I bring him in?" asked Mavislin, looking at Ysbau with her puppy eyes.

"Of course, but you've got to keep your wings. The Old girl doesn't like it," said Ysbeau, before going into the building.

Mavislin landed gracefully on the front porch and shook her little body. Her wings disappeared.

"Old girl? You've got a pet int here?" asked Yan, looking around.

"No, silly. The Old girl is the Old Chapel."

Yan shot a questioning look at Mavislin.

"You mean, this building is alive?" asked Yan, frightened once more.

"After all you've seen, this should be the least of your worries," said Mavislin, shaking her head.

She then headed inside, with Yan following her. the moment he stepped into the house, the smell of something foreign hit his nose. The door slammed shut, snapping Yan back to reality. As Mavislin led him to the dining area, Yan's mind was in a mess.

He could barely sit as Mavislin happily asked Ysabeau what was for tea. The young girl pouted when Ysabeau said it was a surprise. His body began to shake slightly. Uninvited, he could feel a hostile Aura coming from the Chapel.

"Don't tell me, this home can sense evil thoughts?!" murmured the poor human.

"If so, I gotta get out of here, pronto!" thought the poor boy.

"Tea's done!" chimed Ysabeau as she sat in front of Yan.

But as he tried to get away, the rest of the family came to the table. A tall, formidable man with neatly combed bluish-black hair took his seat next to Ysabeau. He was followed by a very Angry man who sat right next to him.

Yan sank back onto his chair in defeat. There was no chance of him escaping now. With this many people, blowing himself up might help the situation but there's still the possibility of them surviving such a minute attack.

"So where's that White rat? Don't tell me you've killed him," asked the formidable man.

"I'm not as strict as you, Gil. I've some sympathy for the poor rodent," answered Baldwin.

Right on cue, the door from the garden swung open to reveal a very tired human. With his jet black fringe in disarray and clothes disheveled, the man came in with all heads turned.

"Looks like you came back from war, mate," laughed Gillian.

"And I wonder whose fault was that?!" yelled the poor fella, trying to clear his boots.

"It was just a simple errand," said Baldwin, unimpressed.

"To you, it might be. But having the entire mafia on my tail ain't so easy for a human!"

Ysabeau shook her head as she guided the man upstairs to get changed.

"Mafia?" asked Yan, looking at the man.

"Yea, this Angry Man here wanted him to get some intel on the next town over. But it turns out they were out to get him," explained Gillian.