The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today -
Chapter 58: The Elf Was a Lie
Chapter 58: The Elf Was a Lie
"You taste oddly refreshing without nicotine, my wife."
"Thanks. I’m still robbing your cigarettes till I got lung cancer, so good try on making me quit, coz I ain’t gonna."
"Oh? Then perhaps I should keep the lips occupied then?"
The witch clicked her tongue just as she clicked her gaze away. Today’s battle result: Demond’s (Daily) Defeat, as she wobbled ahead of Adrei with penguin steps, truly befitting of her icy nature. The Dragon Queen of Flame chuckled at the tiny adorableness, before following her.
A few crowds, a few banters, a few more requests to kiss rejected, as the witch groaned and pulled the door handle to the cafe.
"This is why, Adrei. Learn restraint, my poor sod lips never dried this much even when I drink with my....bud...dy..."
The witch’s syllables dropped with each weight of realisation, just as her gaze dragged itself towards a certain familiar green head with a wry smile, another red-head with a nodding expression.
And so, ice glittered on her palm, as she summoned her staff with tips trembling of an icy avalanche, Adrei following with a furrow and sharpened claws extending, as Selene widened her eyes and stood before her meatshield. She really loved her equipment, not really. Her steps merely, quote, her legs just moved on their own, as a hero should.
Except facing an ice witch’s terrifying scowl that would even a mountain would cower, and a dragon peacekeeper’s glare that literally could anniliate her and her meatshield in seconds, Selene could merely stutter. "Uh...uh....hi?"
"Selene. Get away. I have enough nonsense with your mom already. or do you want to be buried alive with that wretched undead who killed your knights?" Demond’s staff pulsed and tremoured, her icy diamounds threatened to crack under pressure of her own mana.
"P-please...actually I shouldn’t really defend her, and she did kill my people, uh-uh....." A long groan escaped her lips, her hips buckling side to side like an animal wagging her nonexistent tail of confusing sentiment, as her lingering gaze fell on everyone. First on the smiling elf, then on the Manasseh with widened eyes, before landing again on her mentor, now a beautiful woman who can scorch even her-her....
Right, come to think of it, why should she be afraid? Didn’t Uncle Demond literally scorch her babies alive? That’s millions of dollars and hundreds upon hundreds days caring gone in a flash! A cocktail of pettiness and knightly courage, paired what little sympathy she can share with her meatshield, as she puffed out her chest and declared. "Uncle Demond! Manasseh is not a threat now! She-"
"Shut your trap. This isn’t your manga story when you talk your way out. The longer she stays, the more risk this town tanks. Move, or I will make it so." A surface-level brows as if resolving a mathematic for the hundredth time, as the witch assumed Manasseh’s deception on the naive girl, before snowflakes gathered around her staff’s tip for an ice blast to struck Selene to the side, town’s safety over morals.
"Wait wait wait. Isn’t this too quick? I haven’t even started my long monologue!" Unaware this is not how reality works, Selene frantically flapped her arms, as the Dragon Queen sighed and stepped forward, claws stretching to be readied for throwing Selene out the window.
Her steps faltered, however, as Manasseh stood. No poise of cracked knees or silky elegance. Just stood. The sudden gesture blared a high alert from the witch and the dragon, they could not afford a hostage situation, so the witch conjured a ball of ice blast and the dragon dashed forward, the two readying for a quick battle, a single voice pierced through the tension.
"CUSTOMERS! Don’t fight inside my shop, you stupid beautiful bitches!"
An echo that faltered the dragon mid-claw to the curled up Selene, disspated the conjured blast of a Demond, as both’s irritated gazes burrowed into the automaton elf.
"Adrei can pay for the damage." As if mimicking her husband’s own words, the witch immediately retorted, her staff still raised towards Manasseh’s trembling eyes.
"The Dragon Queen! Ah, yes, but fun that comes with operating a coffee shop is....loading....loading...invaluable by even Datas’ calculations!" A genuine retort of another retort by the genius elf, as her mechanical limbs creaked and crossed her waist in a childish protest.
"...then we’ll have a magician hired to rebuild your shop-"
"Like I give a fu - language correction course activating - fugamori!" Scowling at Demond’s ridiculing look, the elf patted herself. "And if this customer ever so wishes, she could redempt herself by working in my shop! No violence ending, yay!"
"...ha? Don’t tell me you will connect Manasseh as a <main server>." The witch’s lips quivered at the last phrase, some unbegotten memories dug up from Zero that were not pleasant whatsoever.
"This body could handle the load that came with being a <main server>! As long as....loading....Manasseh is willing!"
Manasseh...is it? The witch’s scowl deepened as if to cross the winter herself, her staff finally lowering, as her eyes narrowed towards the elf. A slight tremor in-between her limbs, her neck cracking in discomfort. Signs of an automaton, or is it really? The witch hid the snark from the bottom of her soul, as she glanced at the <Color> from the automaton.
One confirmation was all she needed, but she knew to bide her time. Truly, a hostage situation is a complete pain to deal with, just as the priest partner would always claim to her. She tipped her witch’s head, subtly hiding her sharp glints in her diamound eyes. Adrei, sensing a new gesture out of place from her wife, loosened her limps as well, her draconic instinct now flared at her, a familiar figure....is more nearby than they could ever imagine.
"Alright, 520. You got me on that proposal." The witch had a soft smile, her bloodlust as if swayed away from the wind, earning a ’ha’ from Selene who has yet to monologue about the beautiful friendship that blossomed between her and the vampire.
"Oh thank you, Customer!" A loud crack on the limbs as they flailed wildly, as Demond narrowed at the chipping plastic her neck resulted from exaggerated motion. The witch took one step forward, two steps more, each one more measured than the last one.
"It’s a great sacrifice you’re going to make, 520." Demond neared the automaton with perfect elegance and care, as her palm stretched and tapped the awkward automaton on the shoulder. "I like how especially lenient you are towards me when calling the wrong serial number. You automatons are always so proud of it."
"Ah of course! I’m more than-he?"
Then as if to resound that one suspicion, pure glittering engulfed her shoulder, the palm’s ice cackled and traced to 556’s arms, then to her knees, a coldness as bitter as the eyes that stared right at the automaton’s face.
"Uh....c-customer?"
"I fucking hate shitheads like you who like taking hostage. Spit yourself out, or would you like me to track you down for a <Mana Taser>?" Causally name-dropping the torture method she once used on the vampire, Demond tilted her head as if to spill out all her frustration, Adrei stepping forward for an equally indifferent glare, much to the confused Selene who darted back to back, and Manasseh whose eyes quivered at such a sight.
"He-hahaha...customer! The data suggested that torture methods are usually effective in prying mouths open!" Shouting happily nonsense to micmic an andriod, ’556’ now shivered and cowered towards herself.
"Oh so you know? As expected from the Dragon Elder of the Woods, always so diligent in your research, right Adrei?" The indifference of the icy diamonds softened into a sneeze as they met Adrei’s, who responded with a groan to agree, as she stared straight at a certain Dragon, now hijacking the body of a poor, innocent half-child.
"I always underestimate the depths of how utterly a scum you can be, sister." Adrei growled, as if she tear her from limb to limb if not for her being in a different body, her entire scales shook not of anger, but of humiliation that her wife has to witness the shame of her Dragon Kind.
A tension that could be cut away like a tofu suffocated Selene and Manasseh, the green-headed’s violet gaze in particular glanced back to back, Lucy’s smile was still wide, just as the scowl and glare from World-ending entities that were Demond and Adrei.
Then, as if to answer everyone in the room, for the first 786 years of the automaton’s existence, Lucy’s smile....fell, replaced with a hint of elegance and beauty that would looked fitting with the Elf’s beautiful stature, yet so utterly, creepily unfitting at the same time.
"Hello everyone. I hope you like my new product."
Coriel smiled with a prideful elegance, satisfied with the demonstrations. She was once again the lab rat, and Demond was the dissector of her little tricks.
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