Ep 66. Get A Life, Will You? (6)

  Light approached the giant ke, marvelling at the size of the water. She’d only been able to take a brief look when they’d first arrived; now, she could take in the grandeur of the ti’s rgest ke at leisure.

  “Woah…I ’t evehe other side!”

  The beautiful nature view was beginning to wash away the guilt of running away from work. The half girl went about searg for a fortable pce to sit and rex – if she was going to skip out on w, she might as well make good use out of it.

  After finding a cozy shade underh a nearby tree, the half girl put her back against the bark, slumping down on the forest floor. In the fort of her refreshing surroundings, Light slowly closed her eyes, her hair rippling against the passing breeze.

  A slow, shallow wave broke into the shore with a faint, calming was almost felt like an oside vacation.

  Almost.

  “…Wait…what?”

  And finally, Light kindly reminded herself that she was, in fact, at a ke.

  Light slowly opened her eyes again. Another wave crashed ashore, this time a little harder tha. When she raised her gaze to follow the crashing waves to their source, she could see the ke rippling from afar for no apparent reason.

  Soon, the ripples became rumbles, and waves were no longer calming. Even the ground began to echo with a faint thudding noise.

  ‘Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh ht, I’m in the middle of nowhere. What was I thinking?!’

  Ilias was not with her right now; no one was. If the source of the ke’s tremor was a mohen she had to get out of this pce immediately.

  That’s as far as her thoughts went until a glimmering scaled head exploded out of the surface, pelting rge amounts of water all over the riverside.

  In her hurried panic, Light immediately rose to her feet, c her face as water spshed everywhere around her. A monstrous reptile had emerged from the water with a rge…something…held in its maw.

  A high-pitched shriek filled the forest, sg away the resting birds that fluttered out of the area afterwards.

  ‘What IS that?! Is that a snake?!’

  It was grey, it was scaled, it had twe fangs digging into whatever the hell it was holding in its mouth, and Light couldn’t see anything other than its long ned smooth head – which was already at least three times her height. In all fairness, it did look like a giant snake.

  It wasn’t, but it looked like it.

  The ‘surs head towards the shrieking voice. Wherembling half girl came to sight, a muffled voice came from within its metal scales.

  “Kii, rewaa.” (Kid, rex.)

  That didly e ht – not with all the dirt muffling their voice. But Light could reize the tone and sound, even if individual words weren’t too distinct.

  Thudding steps echoed throughout the forest as the monstrosity showed the rest of its body. Cwed limbs finally revealed themselves from out of the waters, and Light’s panic slowly began to die down.

  “…Raizel???”

  The dragon nodded her head as she walked back ashore. When she was pletely out of the waters, her figure momentarily turned into a murky grey silhouette, redug in size until the familiar steel dragouro her human form. The huge pile of dirt she’d been holding in her maw dropped down to her raised hand, making a pseudo dirt roof over the dragon’s head.

  Raizel spat off to the side with a disgusted expression, trying to rid the dirt taste in her mouth.

  “Ugh. ’t believe I had to do that…huh?”

  When their eyes met, Raizel could see Light staring back at her, dumbfounded.

  “Something wrong? You’ve seen Ilias transform already, haven’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, but…you…”

  Light sed the steel dragon from head to toe. It’d occurred to her before, and she’d passed it off as personal preference – but now that she’d seen Raizel in her inal state, the half girl began to realize that it wasn’t a matter of prefere all.

  “You don’t have…wings? Or horns?”

  “No.”

  “How e? Didn’t all dragons have them?”

  “…”

  Light winced in fear when saw Raizel’s expression hardening at the question; the steel dragon already had a bad temper to begin with. When Raizel approached her in silend hovered her hand over the half girl, Light ed her arms over her head in panic, closing her eyes shut.

  “Sorry, sorry, I won’t ask again! Promise!”

  The steel dragon s the panicked rea. Her h hand softly plopped down oop of Light’s head, patting her hair into a mess.

  “Kids don’t o know stuff like that.”

  “…?”

  At the ued ck of violence, Light slowly opened her eyes again. She lowered her arms, staring into Raizel with a quizzical gaze.

  “…You’re not going to hit me?”

  “What? No. Do I look like I will?”

  “…Yeah?”

  “...”

  After a ‘friendly’ session of hanging out by the riverside, the two ter returo the together. Otoka’s craft proceeded apace as his assigned ingredients were collected one by oually, it came to be a simple waiting game.

  As soon as it was finished, Serenis could head back to the city with Karas. Surely, a few days’ waiting wouldn’t make a big difference.

  Surely.

  ? ? ?

  An elven figure rushed out of his dimensional tear, letting out a satisfied sigh once all the ice was gone from sight. Felicir stepped out of the gate behind him.

  A breath of warm, fresh air greeted their entrahe vibrance of the city below was nothing short of weling after their visit to the frozen cavern just now.

  “Ah, much better. I will never uand why Aymeia chose the dreaded north as her ir. She really ought to be like your sister more.”

  “e now. The cavern’s rather pretty without the cold – which she ’t feel.”

  Felicir sed their surrounding once more, noting the small hill they were standing on. The city of Partiviretched before them, brimming with life and activity.

  “Though, my dear sister does have good taste. It truly is a lovely city.”

  The elf smirked at the hollowness of the death deity’s ent.

  “It’s a shame that the harbinger of doom has arrived, then.”

  “Haha. e now, there are plenty others that fit the descriptioer than I.”

  “…I beg to differ, ‘Reaper.’ You leave nothing but death in your steps.”

  Felicir’s eyes narrowed at his friend’s remark. Though it was more of a factual statement than an insult, it still unhe winged figure just the same.

  “Strange. If that was true, you should’ve been long dead, Clyus.”

  The elf winced, sensing the hostility behind his grinning friend’s voice. He awkwardly cleared his throat, turning his eyes away.

  “…Apologies. Let’s go find your sister.”

  After sn at his friend’s hurried ge of subject, Felicir began to desd the hill, heading towards the city’s heart. He didn’t know where Felicis was, but she’d always been easy to find – for him, anyways.

  “I do wonder how she’s been. I simply ’t wait to find out.”

  “…How are you pnning to find Felicis exactly? Doesn’t she live with a human disguise?”

  “Oh, it’s really simple. We just ask any civilian where she is.”

  Clyus frow the certainty in Felicir’s voice. The deity of death’s solution seemed much too simple – and ly effective for log someone in disguise, either.

  “And if they don’t know…?”

  The deity of death shrugged back at his elven friend.

  “Then they die, and we move onto the one.”

  The elf pursed his lips, imagining how that would go. He slowly nodded his head in aowledgement.

  ‘And he wonders why people call him the Reaper.’

  Praybird