“So, how did you solve the Nia situation yesterday?” John asked, once again in the cathedral. Today would be the last ti. “I totally forgot to ask after everything else that had happened.”
The skin around Lydia’s nose wrinkled. It was part of a sour expression that only stayed for a mont, “AFTER you removed Aclysia as my ergency way out…”
“…Sorry about that…” John apologized.
Lydia shrugged and let out a deep sigh. She knew the circumstances and thus did not condemn him too much. “I found a reference case in the past. Using that, she was still accepted under the demand that I show a photo and make a certain concession…”
“Which would be?”
“They get to choose their group fight roster after ours in the first round.”
“Oh… so that likely puts us 2 points behind, huh?” John mumbled.
“Indeed, but I am certain that Nia can beat Maximillian and every other mage, so this should be a worthwhile investnt,” Lydia agreed.
“And how are we going to handle Thana?” he asked, “Can she just co with us to Ro?”
“Ah, there won’t be a problem,” Lydia said, her previously annoyed tone shifting into a heavily satisfied one, “We will go there, all of us.”
With those words Lydia made her way to her spot at the middle plateau. “What would she an by that?” he asked no one in particular, his mind had already co to a conclusion.
“I think you have the correct idea, Master,” Aclysia whispered to him. They still had to be mindful of the general quiet in the cathedral.
“Yeah? Well, that would an you don’t get to participate, though,” he reminded her.
“I will happily give up my participation if it increases your chance of success,” Aclysia said, “and considering all known factors, it will increase them greatly.”
“True enough,” John agreed. “I will still be relying on you when we go grinding though.”
“Master, you can rely on however you need.” The maid grabbed his arm and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Now more than ever.”
John looked at her for a few monts. He wanted to smile, but his lips refused to curl. In the absence of joy, he just leaned against her. She reciprocated and they just stood there, bodies and minds embracing one another. Had Rave been there, she would have doubtlessly joined them. It was good to have people they knew they could trust. If ever the harem, too, turned out to betray him, then John did not know if he could ever recover.
‘What do you think about this Siena?’ John asked, once his mind was ready for levity again.
‘I think you need a nice chase through so dark woods, followed by your guts being spilled over the pine-needle covered floor,’ the nightmare elental answered in her usual calm sexiness.
‘Man, you are, like, so brutal, why don’t you take so ti off and beco John’s courtesan?’ Sylph suggested from another corner of his mind, ‘Maybe his dick will give you sothing to spill, wink wink, nudge nudge.’
‘Mhm, If you will take the submissive part I will consider it,’ Siena sighed back, having experienced just how frustrating it was to fight against Sylph.
As promised she had had her ten minutes to try to murder John and as promised he hadn’t used his new armguard. Not that he needed it when he had access to all of his elentals. Siena had spent the ten minutes hiding in the shadows and chipping away at his Mana Protection, as she couldn’t hope to directly attack her summoner as long as his elentals were around, especially Sylph who had the shocking habit of throwing lightning. John hadn’t even needed to resort to Momo’s mana.
‘I will get another chance, eventually,’ Siena told herself and dropped out of his thoughts.
That was when Romulus gestured for the last contestants to be revealed. John didn’t know who the enemy number 4 was yet, that was a thing he would have to ask about later as well, but the one revealed this ti was called Mario de dici. ‘Those are two pretty well-known nas, although for entirely different reasons,’ John mused as he looked for the man.
He was an Italian, to no surprise, with the typical diterranean skin tone of a light brown. He was a handso guy with an elegant jawline, tall, short dark hair, probably in his early twenties. Leather armour reinforced with a greenish tal added a rugged charm to his overall graceful, natural looks. Two swords hung from the left side of his hip, a dagger from the right, and a shorter sword was bound to his back.
The tournant would be a lot easier with her around.
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