"Hold!"
Erinette's command rang out, sharp and decisive, slicing through the tension in the air.
Imdiately, all three Pekkos skidded to a halt, dust swirling around them like a curtain of uncertainty.
Javier's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Hah? Why stop—"
"Liana! Gloria! Prepare for battle!" Erinette's tone brooked no argunt.
Liana and Gloria instantly responded, gripping their weapons as their expressions turned serious, ready for whatever threat lay ahead.
Then—
A shadow flickered at the edge of the trees.
From the darkness, two figures erged.
The first was a tall, cloaked figure draped in black robes, their face shrouded beneath a deep hood. An unnatural aura surrounded them, warping the very air as if reality itself recoiled.
Beside them lood a massive man, his towering fra encased in thick, rune-inscribed armor. Resting against his shoulder was a colossal sword, its jagged black tal pulsing with a dark, eerie energy. At its center, a single crimson-red eye opened, locking onto them with a predatory gaze.
The mont Javier's gaze t the eye, a low, guttural whisper echoed in his mind.
(…Devour… Destruction… Blood… Give in…)
Yet, instead of fear, Javier's smirk remained, excitent igniting in his chest.
The cloaked figure stepped forward, voice smooth and mocking. "My, my… What do we have here?"
They tilted their head slightly, amusent dancing in their tone. "Fancy eting you here, Erinette."
Erinette's expression didn't waver. With a fluid motion, she reached for her dual swords, drawing them with a sharp shing! as the blades glinted ominously in the dimming light.
The massive man with the cursed sword chuckled deeply, a sound that resonated with nace. "Oho~ Looks like you're getting serious."
Erinette raised one sword slightly, the other hanging low in a familiar battle stance. Her smile remained cold, a stark contrast to the chaos around them. "What do you want, Blakor?"
The cloaked figure—Blakor—chuckled, their voice dripping with malice. "What do I want? Hmm… Isn't it obvious?"
Javier, still leaning casually against Buddy, raised an eyebrow. This guy talks too much.
Then—
Erinette's eyes widened slightly, as if realization struck her like a lightning bolt. No… It can't be…
Her grip on her swords tightened, the tension palpable.
Blakor's smirk deepened, sensing her unease. "Oh? I see you figured it out. Took you long enough."
Javier tilted his head, confusion mingling with curiosity. "Hah? What's she realizing?"
Blakor spread his arms wide, a theatrical gesture that belied the threat he posed. "Erinette, it's been a long ti… Since we, the Seven Chaos, had business with the Armand family."
Liana and Gloria tensed instantly, understanding the weight of his words.
Erinette's eyes sharpened as she stepped forward, her voice low and dangerous. "All of you…" she muttered under her breath.
Her expression darkened. "Tch! All the stupid assholes are here."
Blakor laughed mockingly, the sound echoing in the clearing. "Oho~ You think you can handle us, Erinette?"
The bulky man with the cursed sword let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. "Last ti, you only won because it was five against seven."
Blakor's hood shifted slightly as he sneered. "Now? You're all alone."
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Erinette's smile didn't fade, but the tension in her stance spoke volus.
Javier, observing the exchange, suddenly grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Liana and Gloria stood beside him, weapons drawn and ready. Liana's magic-infused bow glowed softly, an arrow of crackling energy forming at the ready. Gloria's warhamr radiated heat, the edges burning with magical power.
Javier rested his chin on his hand, a playful smile curling his lips. "Well… this just got interesting."
Blakor's chuckle deepened, morphing into a full, dark laugh. "This ti, we ca prepared with more!"
With a dramatic flourish, he spread his arms wide, shadows beginning to shift ominously around them.
Then—
Figures erged.
Draped in dark robes, their faces obscured, they slipped out from the trees, the rocks, the very shadows themselves.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
No—
At least sixty or more.
Javier's sharp eyes flicked between them, quickly counting. Tch. Too many to kill one-by-one.
His mind raced through options—escape, ambush, or a surprise counter.
But then, instead of grinning like usual, he suddenly froze.
His eyes widened dramatically, and his face paled.
And then—
"M-Mama… Mamaaa~!"
He grabbed onto Liana's arm, trembling as if struck by fear.
His voice turned high-pitched and whiny. "Liana, I'm scared~! Waaaahhh!"
Blakor and his n burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the clearing.
"AHAHAHAHA!!"
One of the bulky assassins clutched his stomach, gasping between laughs. "PFFT—LOOK AT HIM! Erinette, you're babysitting a crybaby!"
Blakor wiped a fake tear from his hood, grinning maliciously. "This—this is too rich! And here I thought Count Garius had a talented son!"
Javier continued clinging to Liana, shaking exaggeratedly. His lips quivered, voice breaking. "T-There's so many of them! We're gonna d-die!"
Another assassin laughed loudly, his voice dripping with derision. "Pfft! How pathetic!"
Even the one holding the cursed sword sneered, amusent dancing in his eyes.
Gloria hid her mouth behind her hand, shaking slightly—not from fear—but from the effort of stifling her laughter.
Liana sighed, rubbing her temple in exasperation. "Young Master… really?"
Javier, still clinging to her, whispered under his breath, "Play along."
Liana's eyes flickered with understanding, and a knowing smirk
Javier's fearful act continued.
But behind that exaggerated trembling—
His eyes glead with a dangerous light.
Blakor threw his head back, laughter erupting from him like a dark storm.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The other six mbers of the Seven Chaos joined in, their voices rising in a cacophony of mockery that filled the air like a chilling lody.
Blakor sneered, his red eyes glinting beneath the shadow of his hood. "And Erinette! Seriously?! You're still playing around with that oversized chicken?!"
He gestured mockingly toward Buddy and the other Pekkos, their imposing figures dwarfed by the looming threat of the wyverns.
"Look at us!"
Javier's ears twitched, a mix of irritation and amusent flickering across his face.
Then—
WHOOSH!
A powerful gust of wind swept through the clearing as twenty dark wyverns suddenly descended from the grim clouds above.
Their colossal, clawed feet struck the ground with a force that sent tremors through the earth, wings folding tightly behind them as they emitted deep, guttural growls that curdled the air.
The obsidian scales of the beasts shimred ominously in the dim light, their glowing red eyes fixating on the group with predatory intent.
Blakor spread his arms wide, a grand gesture filled with arrogance. "See?! The difference in strength is obvious!"
The Seven Chaos stood proudly, monstrous mounts behind them, exuding an aura of raw intimidation that thickened the atmosphere.
For a heartbeat, silence blanketed the scene.
Then—
Cuquawk!
Buddy let out a low, aggressive squawk, his feathers puffing up in defiance.
Pikko, standing beside him, lowered her head slightly, sharp eyes locked onto the wyverns, talons tense and ready.
anwhile—
Silverwind…
...casually continued preening his feathers, completely unfazed. Her beak moved gracefully, plucking away an unnecessary feather from her wing, as if oblivious to the impending threat.
Javier bit his lip, fighting back a laugh at the absurdity of it all.
But before he could comnt—
THUD.
Two small bodies crumpled onto the ground.
Iria and Iziya had fainted, eyes rolling back, their tiny forms trembling from pure shock. They had barely adjusted to riding a speeding Pekko. Now, confronted with twenty monstrous dark wyverns, their minds simply shut down.
Gloria watched as the girls fell lifelessly onto the dirt, a soft, amused chuckle escaping her lips. "My my~ That was faster than expected."
Liana sighed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. "At least they'll be easier to carry now."
Buddy squawked loudly, stomping the ground aggressively, eyes flashing with sharp, dangerous intent.
Pikko responded with a low, warning cry, feathers bristling, ready to spring into action at any mont.
Silverwind?
...Still grooming, blissfully unfazed by the escalating tension around him.
Javier's grin widened, a spark of excitent igniting in his eyes. "Oh-ho~ This just got fun."
( End of Chapter )
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