Stray

Night fell. The autumn breeze was bleak, and a pale moon was embedded in the night sky, half blocked by the church spire. Nemo stood in front of the Clementine Cathedral, looking at the orange lights in the magnificent building.

The atmosphere was good and looked suitable for a final battle at first glance. Nemo tugged his collar with his left hand, trying to calm down, and stuffed a cold sandwich into his mouth with his right hand. The little spider actively crawled into the gap in the collar, and as soon as Bagelmaurus started combing its feather with its beak, it received a plain instruction.

“You act with Ann, Bagemaurus,” Nemo muffled as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich completely into his mouth.

The female warrior took out a flask and just finished filling it with wine. She sighed and stuffed the flask back into her belt irritably. “Thanks, Nemo.”

“I knew it would be like this,” The gray parrot, who has restored itself to its normal color, complained sadly. “You found another demon and now you don’t want me! I didn’t cause any trouble at the academy. This spider is an intermediate at most— Where am I not good enough, huh?”

“You’re too big. We’re going to meet the Pope of the Laddism Church, and I don’t know if there will be any advanced detection mechanism there. Your power is too strong. In case the concealment spell I imposed on you is discovered… the scene would get ugly,” Nemo responded sincerely.

The gray parrot hummed dissatisfied, staring hard at Nemo’s collar, as if determined to pull the little spider out with its gaze.

Ann rarely would pass up the opportunity to tease. However, she just silently took out a few pieces of brown sugar from the side bag of her belt and threw it at Bagelmaurus. The latter caught them steadily, and then reluctantly moved to Ann’s shoulder.

“I’m going to inquire about something, and when you’re done here, remember to contact me with the communication crystal.”