The Grand Catastrophe

Chapter 10: I’m Running Out of Names

“I do believe that I’ll be going,” Yaldabaoth said, wings erupting from his back, “I will encase a section of the city in a wall of flame, for the true reason that I am here is to find an item that can enslave my kind. Do not enter, or I will punish you all.”

“What!?” Evil Eye screamed in Calvaria’s ear, the woman wincing slightly as she did so.

Yaldabaoth simply bowed before the two of them, and flew into the air on his two bat-like wings. Evil Eye yelled and screeched as he flew away. Calvaria simply glanced at the ground where he had tossed her sword, and walked over to it to pick it up.

Yet, the small vampire ran after her. She then started to yell at her at how they needed to find the demon lord, and put him down. Calvaria simply glanced at her and said something that made the small girl stop in her tracks.

“My sword has been broken. No one in this kingdom can make a sword such as this one. I will need to repair it myself. Without this blade, I simply lack the firepower to slay him. For even with my comrades, he would kill us rather easily if he wished to. The only reason he didn’t is because I am the direct subordinate of the goddess of death, Momonga,” she said, with the flattest tone she had.

“Oh,” was Evil Eye’s only response.

It was then that her comrades came down from their place in the sky. Evil Eye looked at them, dejected. Anna looked at the small woman as if she was the bane of existence. Nabe looked at her like how would see slightly neat looking at.

All in all, the two didn’t seem to respect her much at all. Anna seemed rather cross with her for some reason. Nabe was just here, in body only really. She would rather be cleaning toilets, in all honesty.

Calvaria simply sighed as she heard even more people arrive. Some of them seemed to be here for her. The mages that she had been following in the air were here. The rest of the Blues Roses were here as well, their footsteps hurried.

Calvaria was fairly certain that they two dead ones would be fine. After all, they were of the right level, and could be resurrected by their leader. She didn’t need to play the part of prophet here at all. Still, as she tried and failed to sheath the melted blade, she saw them from the corner of her eye.

They were there, trying to shuffle the corpses into the body bags that reeked of magic. Well, reeked wasn’t the right word. After all, it was only magic of the fourth tier that enchanted them. Sure, that was seen as strong in this world, in the land that she found herself in.

Yet, as she stood, after nodding to her tow comrades in silent greeting, she looked at her. The woman that wasn’t even old enough to drink, in her old life. While it wasn’t all too strange to see someone use resurrection magic in Yggdrasil. In this land it took great skill.

She wished to meet her, if only to see what she was like, and what drove her. The girl reminded her of her old friend, Touch Me. She began to walk toward the girl, as she had sat down from trying and failing to lift the woman that was Gagarin’s corpse.

She was stopped, by the small vampire. She looked at the girl, her sight locking onto her mask. She glanced down. Her feet shuffling a little bit. Calvaria tilted her head in confusion.

“May I ask why you are blocking my way?” she asked, her tone more annoyed than anything else.

She had expected the little vampire to simply tell her that she wished to speak with her herself. Maybe she wished to give her time to pay respects. Perhaps time to set up the resurrection spell. Yet, she was wrong.

“Why do you want to speak with her!” she asked, her tone maybe a bit loud for talking.

Calvaria could feel Anna peer into her very soul while she stood behind her. She had spent enough time with the woman to tell that she was angered by the words of the short stack. In fact, she would have angered as well. Would have being the key words. She was simply too mentally drained to care right now.

All she wanted to do was talk about magic with the other woman. In fact, she very much wanted to get out of this conversation right now. Evil Eye was giving her hateful glares. Anna was sending chills down her spine.

“I simply wish to speak with your leader. Lakyus, from what I know, is a cleric. I wish to speak with her over the differences of our faiths and magic related to them.

The girl seemed shocked by this. She hopped in place once, and looked down at her feet again. Calvaria just shook her head in exasperation. She was now losing her want to even be here. That did give her an idea.

“Oh,” Evil Eye finally responded, “you’ll have to wait, she must finish her spell or the two of them won’t come back. Just wait here for a bit, please?” she asked, and Calvaria nodded her head.

“Of course, I shall wait here,” she responded, backing up a little bit and sitting down on the ground, crisscross applesauce style.

Evil Eye looked at her quizzically. Her two companions didn’t. They simply sat down next her as she held the ruined blade to Nabe, who used fire magic to heat the blade. Then, Anna slammed her ax into the ground, letting the flat back of her ax head to be used as an anvil.

Momonga then brought the heated sword up to the flat back, and used a separate woodcutter’s ax to cut the superheated metal into pieces. This destroyed the sword. Yet, it didn’t vanish into motes of blue light. She simple waited for them to cool. She then grabbed a bag from her belt, and shoved them inside. She then dissembled the hilt, and shoved those pieces into a new bag.

This was so that sword could be reforged at a later date by a mercenary NPC that she could summon for gold. Of course, this wasn’t a practise that she had from the game. Yet it was something she wished to experiment with.

Evil Eye simply looked at her as she did this. The girl growing slightly confused. She sat near the three of them and waited for an explanation. She never got one. When she realized that Calvaria was tired, she walked off to go speak with Lakyus. Lakyus herself had finished the resurrection spell in the many minutes that it took to break down the sword.

Sooner or later, Calvaria got her conversation. All it took was ignoring a slightly annoying undead. Calvaria smiled under her mask, the day was getting better.

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