The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 76: Uh Oh x2 - The Calm

Chapter 76: Uh Oh x2 - The Calm

"...Adrei, you can still afford your strength, right?"

"Mmm. What is it? Do you perhaps-"

"Stop thinking lewd stuff and look up for a moment."

The Witch Demond sighed as she pointed upwards in Adrei’s embrace, the fog’s fabric coiling and toiling away as Adrei blinked. "Ah, the barrier you used against the gargolytes are..."

"Yes, it is disspaiting. I....I think I’m going to faint..." A reluctant tone was voiced behind layers of pride, as Adrei chuckled at the childishness before pinching the witch’s cheek. "Go ahead. I’ll take care of the rest."

"...then...wait." Demond frowned, narrowed her eyes over Adrei’s shoulder, and blinked before tapping the Dragon’s shoulder, her ears perking up at a giggle of the leaves against rubbles. "Behind you, uh...you didn’t forget about Adil, right?"

"Of course, who could have forgotten the one who brought our honeymoon to a screeching halt in the first place?" The dragon patted the witch’s head as she glanced behind, her arm still on the her wife’s waist, before admiring Adil’s new form with green silken hair, sharp silver eyes, and a tall visage. The Dragon could sense the roots had completely rewritten her scars, like a homecoming that is well-prepared for.

"Adil...this..." A wry smile curled up on the old friend’s youthful form, her utter shock apparent in her gaping cheeks.

"...Demond, if you are going to faint, faint now." The Protector of Rouen sighed, the witch’s newfound embarrassment and curiosity flaring up a slight irriation like being looked at as the cage animal.

"I mean...old friend, haha, right." Hesitation belied even the war veteran, for Adil’s transformation is formally marked as one of the ’top ten most shocking moments an adventurer can experience’, a video that would sure get clicks from Adil’s stern beauty and...wow, very large assets. How does an old hag who used to stumble with every step turn into this steady, dignified self again?

"So, it is over." Adil calmly sighed, the root carrassing her cheek like a naughty child sensing her parent’s pain. Adrei and the Witch glanced at the Druid in their embrace. A never-before-seen solemness and solace came under the expressionless, no-nonsense attitude, and despite their curiosity, their sympathy couldn’t help but be drawn as Adrei’s arms grew tighter, as if everything happened within a flash.

"For now." The dragon glanced up, the foggy sky collapsing as another fabric was being torn open. "Yes, the gargolytes are no problem to me, so you need no worry."

"Then I will just sleep for-wait. This mana..."

Demond narrowed her eyes, an extremely familiar <Color> blaring up within one of her iced bird’s monitor that she placed all over the town once to search for gargolye. Her icy eyes glimmered, shivered in a slight joy, before a snarky grin curled up as if she found a secret no one here could afford.

"I think we can fully afford a rest now."

Demond’s grin was not unseen by Adil and Adrei, the latter tapped the witch’s cheek as she asked with a frown. "What’s the matter, my wife? Do you perhaps still able to block out the stone statues?"

"No," envisioning the ’Bright Blue’ she has known for the past years, Demond further smirked. "Alice is coming. We need no worry when the strongest being in existence is welcomed for a clean-up job, right?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

A silence unknown to Demond spread needled tension over the mansion’s ground. The witch frowned as Adil’s teeth clattered together, trying to keep her utter irritation in check, as Adrei...well, her scaled embrace became warmer, so warm she could physically see the steam puffing out from the scales.

"Uh-guys? Girls? What’s wrong?"

"Adil," the Dragon’s strict gaze met stern silvers, as they both nodded, as if anticipating for a situtation they would have expected for a millionth time, before Adil bolted straight out, leaving behind a murmur, "I’ll evacuate as many as I can with the knights."

A wide, extremely flustered, wry smile came to Demond from this comic-like scenerio, as her eyes glanced towards Adrei. "Um...m-my husband? Dragon Queen? Peacekeeper? Why do you look so cautious all of a sudden?"

"Demond, you..." A tired groan almost escaped the Peacekeeper’s lips, before it turned into a sigh. "You may or may not have known, but...this is hard to put it...."

"Ah, you’re worrying about Alice’s mana rebound, right? Like changing the weather all of a sudden and stuff?" Demond chuckled, assuming childish assumption from her old friend and husband. "There’s no worry! I taught that child to be as disciplined as she would to a woman! She would at least be ingrained some of those torturous teachings into her life as a hero, right?"

"..."

"...uh, right?"

"Demond."

"He-ha?"

Adrei’s draconic eyes narrowed before closing for the inevitable as she sighed again.

Then as she was still embracing her, the Dragon glanced upwards again, with a cautiousness that would not have been ignited even against the weeping sovereign.

<Barrier, Absorb, Curl>

The heat seethed dimensions as the swallowing gap encircled Rouen, with Demond’s raised brow as if in riducle. <Dragon Language>? Really? For what? Don’t tell me it is...

For some reason, Demond’s thoughts drifted back to the first Alice’s mana outbursts, her first test of frostbolt that ended up engulfing the entire kitchen into a snowfield. No, a literal snowfield, with icicle clouds drooping the kitchen equipment, rendering them all unusuable. For such a catastrophic yet playful failure, Demond has since sincerely, sternly beat-uh, scolded her into training to control her unstably strong mana, worried when her next adventure will welcome the next town with a literal winter’s howl instead of a warm greeting.

No matter how ridiculous Alice may have been outside her vision, there’s no way she would overdo it again, right? Right?!

"Demond? Aren’t you going to sleep?"

As her husband’s trembling claw, and may she repeat, trembling claw dug into her waist, the witch’s anxiety only was blared by a phenomenon that she did not expect to see in her life, as she sighed. "I think I’m going to need a smoke instead."

The dragon chuckled, but far from playfulness this time. The anxiety mirrored the witch’s, except the Dragon experienced it herself how far the hero is willing to go for annihilating demons. No personal grudge, just pure enjoyment of her power.

...she at least hoped Alice brought Yasen with her. The dragon sighed again, praying it will merely snow instead of changing the entire climate system of the region this time.

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The air cackled as Alice stretched her limbs on Yasen’s back, the staff in her hand pulsing of an excitement she has almost forgotten of, the joy of tapping away demons’ heads ever a freshness she needed in her dull life, except the playful occurences with the Queen.

The ashen-eyed Dragon, now mantled into its existence an invisible cloak, glanced up with caution. "Um...Alice?"

"Mmmmmmmm?"

Oh, not good. A long hum means she’s excited, and excitement means she’ll, more than likely, casted more than 30 seconds worth of spell this time, and one spell is enough for collaterals worth tens of millions already...

Yasen gulped, her timid self tremouring under the tiny, leathery steps of this monstronsity that just welcomed her home with a meteoer. Gathering up what’s rest of her courage, she muttered. "Um...you do know your father and our Dragon Queen are in Rouen, right?"

"Uh? Ah, of course!"

The ashen-eyed Dragon’s pupil glimmered hope. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t need to endure Alice’s weighty, boundless mana that surged like thousands dragon’s fangs atop of her for long! Ten-no, fifteen seconds! The last time is a whole minute, so maybe...just maybe she will have mercy upon her this time?

"My father and Adrei are there, one that could control mana well, the other with <Dragon Language>, which means...."

Ah, that familiar smuggy tone. Yasen screamed in her mind as she closed her eyes, hating the fact she couldn’t cover her ears while flying as well, before she embraced for the inevitable.

"They should be able to protect the town well, should anything happen, right?"

...that anything only includes you, doesn’t it? Yasen gulped back her retort, the PTSD of the ’Bombardment Exercise’ still scarring her mind.

"Ah! We have arrived!"

Then across the clouds, the Dragon halted with gusts slicing outwards, as Alice raised her brows. In the clearings, as well as the sky above the Fog Barrier, lied thousands upon thousands of Gargolytes, all glowing red eyes as they stared collectively at the city. Not a single gap could be found between, as if Alice was staring at the marching of very, very large insects that happened to be made of stones.

"Hehehe...not bad for an exercise."

The tiny hero twirled her staff, her blue eyes glimmering with utter destruction as mana bursted out. The sky cried for her to stop, the lands tremoured as if the clearings would hide them from underneath, and Yasen stilled her body to hide her underlying fear, fear for the town, fear for Alice’s wrath.

And so, she raised her staff, her expression stiffened and her staff quivered. Unlike Demond’s <Tale> that weaved story, Alice spun a <Tale> that coursed histories of destructions, and unlike Demond’s usually silent tale, she screamed as if the World would obey and kneel to her.

"I declare as the Monarch of the first avalanche fallen!"

Glitters cracked from beneath the lands, above the sky, as the first frost that signalled absolute disaster fell.

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