Date- 4 April 2321
Time- 02:46
Location- Southern Region, Blossom District, Sun blossom city, Sewer
The space discretion array I had set up was a temporary array using some of the hard-to-procure rare-grade ingredients that I won in the silent auction. It was a pity that such ingredients were wasted on a temporary array considering that this act saved my life, I couldn’t complain.
As the empty best made its way to me, Agatha had already isolated the poison spreading throughout the sewer. Meaning I no longer needed the space distortion array. Soon running out of the array I ordered the slime demon to swallow numerous chunks of rock.
Meanwhile, above in the city sky, my clone yelled, “Agatha, quick use the city array to protect the slime demon in the sewer tunnels.”
But before Agatha could react, the empty beast had arrived right above the slime demon and revealed itself. Seeing the hideous Mask-like creature the transcendent blood slime demon reacted according to my plan and shot the chunks of rock from within its body in every direction. As if it was attacking the Mask-like creature that just revealed itself.
Ignoring the shower of rocks, numerous attacks extended out of the Mask-like creature aiming at the slime demon and killing it without a trace but a golden grimoire.
Agatha who was not able to use the space isolation barrier to protect the slime used the array to trap the Mask-like creature but it suddenly vanished as if it never existed.
As soon as the slime was killed the three clones next to Agatha vanished without a trace, indicating that either they ran out of soul energy to maintain their existence or their original body had met a tragic end.
“No!” Agatha yelled putting two and two together that the slime demon was the boy’s original body.
“…” Hearing Agatha’s aggrieved scream Number nine and Ten were puzzled but the dispersion of the clone gave them a foreboding of what could have transpired; they did not want to believe it as that would mean despite all the efforts they had failed in their mission.
…
Matron, who was watching the memories of her henchmen for the real-time update, seeing the golden grimoire drop after the death of the slime demon immediately reacted and called her semi-demigod team who were preparing to attack the city to provide a distraction for Gray Fur’s team and ordered them not to attack the allied semi-demigods but lurk and check on their reaction. Agatha’s scream with the dispersion of the body clone was enough insurance for Matron that the evil spawn of her best friend had been sent on his way to accompany his mother in the afterlife.
After confirming that mission was successful, Matron ordered both Gray fur’s team and the semi-demigod team to retreat before the Southern Emperor learns of the boy’s death.
“You seem in a good mood,” a voice sounded from behind Sansa.
Hearing the voice, the happiness in Sansa’s eyes intensified by two-folds, she would recognize this voice any time in any situation as this was the voice of her beloved person, her husband Demigod Baylor.
“You are home,” Sansa replied gently.
“Yes, remind me again how many times I have asked you not to wait for me,” Demigod Baylor asked his virtuous wife would always stay awake, waiting for him to return home from work.
“As a Card Emperor, I think I can handle going to bed a little late. And besides, I am too excited to get any sleep,” Sansa replied
“What’s gotten you excited?”
“Have you forgotten, we are going to adopt Ellen’s son first thing in the morning? I can’t wait to meet that little guy. I wonder if he takes after his father or Ellen,” Sansa single-mindedly spoke about adopting her best friend’s son. As if she could not wait to meet her nephew and soon-to-be son.
“No, I haven’t. That is why I am late tonight. I had to make arrangements for my absence tomorrow,” Even though he was a demigod, demigod Baylor was bound by his duty. Showing how down-to-earth he was.
“Really, who dares to give you permission for a leave of absence,” Sansa asked as a joke. Finding it funny that even as a demigod her husband chose to be bound by made-up mortal rules.
“Anyway, I have freed up my calendar for the next two days, that should be enough to complete the adoption process,” Baylor said, which prompted his virtuous wife to laugh. She found it cute how her husband chose to let the made-up laws of the man bind him. Shaking her head she chose to indulge her husband’s naivety, “It should be more than enough.”
“Good, will you be coming too?”
“I thought you would never ask.”
…
Done with screaming, venting her anger, and mourning her friend’s death, Agatha was now panicking knowing the consequence of the death of the boy. She wasn’t alone, Number Nine and Ten were in the same predicament.
They have failed the mission assigned to them and now neither of them knows how to report their failure to their team leader. Their target of protection was dead, the assassins were still at large and the situation could not be grimmer for them. If they had apprehended the perps they would have had little chance of redeeming themselves but they had nothing, they did not even know how the boy died, or who the boy’s killers were. Except for a golden grimoire that Agatha dug from the sewer tunnels they had nothing to show for it. Which was bad, very bad, considering that the employer of this mission was an entity their team could not take on.
“Senior Nine, We have to inform the team leader of the failure of the mission. So that he can make appropriate preparations to extract Madam Asong and Aba before the Southern emperor learns of the news,” Number Ten advised Number Nine, still trying to understand how such an easy task of protecting a card soldier could go so horribly wrong.
