Stray

Oliver erected an ice shield in front of Nemo almost instantly. Ann took a step back, and the sharp front end of her hunting spear was firmly facing the eyeball. Adrian drew the sword out of its scabbard this time while the gray parrot turned around mooning its ass towards him in disdain.

Nemo did nothing. He patted the dead branches and grass clippings off his robe and bypassed the ice shield and walked in front of the red eyeball.

“Nemo, don’t—” Ann warned loudly.

“It had a deal with Mr. Cross which seems to have been successfully completed.”

“Be careful.” Oliver moved his finger to remove the ice shield. “Witherspoon is on his side.”

Nemo nodded and looked directly at the distorted pupils in the eye. He couldn’t figure out where its voice was coming from. Those words seemed to flood into his ears from all sides.

“I don’t deny it,” Telaranea said briskly. “I have my position and doing charity is not my style.”

“It’s okay. I can feel it. It’s weaker than me now and it’s constantly getting weaker.” Nemo fixed his hair casually.

Adrian didn’t say a word. The silver sword blade gleamed cold and soft in the moonlight.