The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 52: The Flower Knight Swore Revenge!

Chapter 52: The Flower Knight Swore Revenge!

"Ah-uh...uh...what am I supposed to make of this...?"

Rarely does anyone whimper for flowers lost like Selene did now. Those who do are either the mostly hopelessly romantic Druid, or Druid with stubborn old age remembering tales instead of beauties in flowers. Commonality? They are all mostly Druids, and Selene, as a Druid who couldn’t leave her leisure time without a shoujo novel or manga (that Demond has supplied her), merely saw an encircling black tar pooling around the barren soils, among the glitters of icy dusts and embered ashes that sprayed all over the wastelands, serving as petals fallen among the divine scenery of destruction. What few plants remained were the only witness of the miraculous duality that was thorned ice in a collesium of fire, if only it weren’t for the cost of their breatherens.

"Why...? Jessie....Pessie....even Tessie too..."

Naming flowers was a ridiculed and disrespected ritual against the sancity for the flower’s original name, and Selene childishly defied them all, only to kneel amongst the charred soils, the price of dodging Adil’s scowl or Demond’s groan to find an actual friend instead of a plant to talk with crashing down upon Selene. Her palms slapped the soil as she bundled them up, desperate to sculpt out any petals, leaves or vines that was inhumanely buried, but after piling up only scratches instead of ’corpses’ of her friend, a sob of helplessness escaped from her throat before her innocent face that despereately strained against itself, finally crumbled and wept like a child, the sorrowful weeping in the gust would even put the weeping Vampire Soverign into shame, wondering what manners of grand betrayal has unfolded before the girl.

It was said that the duty of naming children was usually given to the mother, so it can be stated here that the mother had her children burnt to a crisp in an over-the-top parade that warranted an elephant’s stomp of approval, as Demond would elegantly put it before laughing out loud at the child’s outburst. Selene bared her teeth as she whimpered, her ears almost echoing uncle Demond’s ’demon-like’ smugness as she happily trampled upon her bed of ’babies’. Imagination runs wild as Jessie’s lone rosery red stood tall against the raging blizzard, Pessie’s fiery sangaze glared against the evil grinning witch, and Tessie’s solemn last petals fell against the cold, hardened soil that used to house her roots. Their valiant, desperate last stand only made her cry harder, La Llorona, ever the merciful vampire even against humanity, almost instinctively reached out with a tissue paper, as unlike hers, this was a weeping that seemed to last an eternity.

How dare she?! They were her friends! Her only...friends. The depressing reality slipped into the frustrated heart of the maiden, as Selene heaved, heaved again, took a deep breath, before crying her eyes out again in a brutal fashion, La Llorona’s rune scathing right beside her, nodding at the professional weepings that would outdo even she herself, before scribbliing notes in her soul ’how to weep properly with elegance and precision in three steps - Step 1, never stop crying. Step 2, let your snot run down like a waterfall. Step 3, open your mouth aloud and enjoy the ride.’

"Kuh hic....hic...ah...Tessie...you were the only who understood my love for being a bottom character...." Selene’s tearful eyes closed in solemness, the tragedy that would have kickstarted her hero’s journey in 3 acts of solitude, the only ending being brutally shoved aside by an annoyed Dragon Queen.

Yet even the hero demands redemption! Struggle! Defiance! And as Uncle Demond always told her: Find an enemy you can’t beat? Throw your teammates at them! Her passionate speech for this ’meatshield’ tactic had the young her once gasping in terror, though she did recall a greiving undertone beneath the old man’s voice....wait no no no, no sympathy for the enemy! She must purge! Kill! Uh...try not to die or get flung into the air again! She had enough of Demond’s bullying, and she would finally retaliate!

"Alright!" Selene scratched palms slapped her own cheeks as she stood with a newfound resolve, her throat still hoarse, her snot remained stilled rivers and her watery eyes undried, yet none could stand before the child’s...well, the mom’s vengance for her children’s unfair death!

And for the utter disparity between her and Demond....she needs to find, uh, a meatshield! Right, and she has the perfect option for it!

A sharp glint of smugness and rashness returned to her, melding perfectly in the hitching breaths not of betrayal but of a slivered warcry, duty bound with the need to rebel as a child, responsibilities as a young lord coincided with the carefulness to plot out her ’revenge’, as her thoughts shifted to the promise of last night, where the vampire invited her to a cookie shop.

A wide, big grin curved and marred the innocent girl’s expression, the bizarre twist of her cheek along with the perfectly ivory white had even La Llorona shuttering with fear, wondering if the professional weeper has finally lost herself, unaware that one of her own kins were tabled to be a ’professional’ herself.

After all, what better ’meatshield’ could she find elsewhere other than a self-regenerating vampire that she would have no remorse toying with? Selene laughed out loud with gasping breath, toiling her genius manipulation into motion, before a lump surged in her throat as she coughed shotguns of sneezes, much like a certain old man she now despised.

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"...I feel a disturbance in the force..."

"Demond? Do you need a rest?"

"...no, let’s move on. Cigarette?"

Bustling streets swarmed both Queens’ chatters, the bystanders passing by unaware that the embodiments of ice and fire passed by in the rustling gust. Demond sighed as she tugged the lit cigarette from Adrei into her lips, the smoke curling and unraveling like her newfound calmness. She has seen many break-ups in her life, after all, and Adil is far from one of sentiment’s kind, a bond not deep enough to cut open, a bond deep enough to find a lingering sense of a detached somber, just as she puffed it out with another sighed smoke.

The smoke in her lips trembled, however, as she yelped at a certain perverted dragon snaking her arms over her waist, the breath closed in on her neck like a furnance in a dead winter. "Need a hand?"

"...try one more time and you will have frostbites for breakfast tomorrow." Demond sighed, recalling they haven’t eaten yet since the battle. Issues still marring at the corners of Rouen, and the denizens walked, talked, laughed, without fear, the unglowing runes beneath groaning the contendedness of those who only knew how to be protected. Demond narrowed her eyes as she leaned out her fingertip. There is no time, if troubles won’t find them, then they have to find troubles themselves first.

And so she weaved a curve, then returning stroke with a straight line, flocks of icy birds flapping within the small hole created as they sprang for the blue sky, all gathered within a flock before spreading outwards. Adrei’s amused gaze widened before asking. "Tracking them?"

"Trying to. The bird I sent to track Manasseh still hasn’t returned. Our...little patrol here yields no results either, so instead." Demond closed her eyes, her bare steps tapping blindly as she trusted her smiling partner’s arm to guide her forward. Her senses sharpened, magic unfolded and hued in colors as multiple tints of colors rushed at her brain. The thick color she sought is...not here. Then, her vision swirled like a camera switch as she gazed down upon another street. Not here either; then, then to a shadowy alleyway. Not here, then to an entrace to a pub. Not here, then, to the adventurer’s guild with stalls set up in the front, seeking the deepest shade of red or blue she is all too familiar with.

After some twirls, swirls and flooding information that crawled at her brain, the curtain to her dried eyes slowly fluttered open, a tint of red veins now scarring her icy eyes. Adrei’s eyes narrowed, as she leaned down and kissed Demond’s eye, a loving gesture to remind Demond not to be reckless.

Ignoring her heart spilling honey to her brain, the blushing witch coughed twice before concluding her finding. "I have narrowed down the targets to five, each with a suspectingly large amount of mana. One is right in front of us, though it didn’t seem like a vampire’s mana, too strong to be her either...."

"Oh? An existence beyond even Manasseh herself?" Adrei’s lashes bent as the slippery slope of her logic questioned itself. "Someone who melded with Alice’s mana? Are we sure about it?"

"Not really, but it’s right in front of us, so we might as well investigate."

Then they stopped before a normal-looking cafe, or a cookie shop. Unchecked crumbs sullied the whitness of Adil’s stones, the hum of an expresso machine the only solace this quiet restraunt would enjoy. Demond glanced at the letters above the door, ’Cherry’s Bliss’, before groaning in both fear and excitement as her legs cramped together in a fitting reminder of a certain scorching night.

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