Stray

“What should we do?” Clementine’s four students walked at the end of Horizon and in front of Tumbleweed. Leonard was happily showing off Oliver’s signature on his arm armor, while Jesse Dylan was looking at the young people gathered in a group with interest.

“You said that your original plan was to steal the magic stone from the Ruinous Fire and have the Pope misunderstand that we’re just a bunch of thieves.” Adrian raised his voice so Oliver could hear clearly. “Now Mr. Ramon has destroyed both the Ruinous Fire and the dragon breath stone orb that was at the center of labyrinth. How are you going to answer His Holiness the Pope now?!”

Oliver touched his pocket embarrassedly. He did easily bring out the gem from the Sword of Ruinous Fire. The dark stone wrapped in silver trim was lying in his pocket. He didn’t have any ulterior motives as he purely felt this was a relic of his father’s and it was a pity to lose it.

What’s more, Oliver didn’t feel the presence of any power in it. If he didn’t make a mistake in judgment, it was just an ordinary piece of flint. The Sword of Ruinous Fire was much like Nemo’s staff. They did have power, but that power was completely inconsistent with the rumors. Behind the mystery was something simple enough that it was laughable.

“Where’s Nemo’s staff?” Oliver suddenly discovered a problem and joined the ranks of the questioner, but his gaze drifted to Jesse.

“One at a time. Even I don’t have two mouths to feed.” Jesse yawned. “That staff is still in the Clementine Cathedral, and the group of suspicious guys probably won’t find anything. As for the Pope of the Laddism Church… Well, of course I have to go see him, but I won’t go alone. You have to come with me.”

Nemo, who was playing with the spider and listening with his ears pricked, shivered and almost squished the little spider. The gray parrot was leaning on Nemo’s shoulders. Its two small eyes turned with the movements of the little spider.

“We’re all going?” Nemo said with horror. As a librarian of a small town library, he didn’t know how to deal with such big shots. As the Demon King of the bottom of the Abyss who could freely control the lives of superior demons, he didn’t want this embarrassing experience from the bottom of his heart.

“Why, now you care? Why can’t you treat me like this? My hair is much thicker than that old bald man!” Jesse huffed in dissatisfaction.