Chapter 127: Wild Art
Percy limped over to the others as he dragged a corpse with each hand, his expression gloomy. He was glad he and Micky had won the fight without casualties, but it would have been better to avoid it entirely.
‘At some point, House Tantalus is going to notice their people are missing…’ he grimaced.
Of course, if they took good care of the bodies and reached the town by then, it shouldn’t be too easy to link the murders to them. Still, the resulting unrest would only make their stay in the Camelot province needlessly complicated.
Reaching his companions, Percy dropped the bodies nearby, before noticing Micky’s state was a little odd. The bird was always keen for a snack – especially when it came to humans for some disturbing reason. Still, his gluttony was strangely exacerbated, but it was tinged with an unusual lethargy. It was as if he was positively famished, yet too tired to go through with his meal. On closer inspection, his plumage was a mess too, many of his feathers charred or torn.
“What happened here?!” he turned to Nesha.
“The guy had a lightning affinity which gave Micky trouble. He managed to push through it but got hit by the bloodline in the end.”
The colour drained from Percy’s face, as he realized how close his familiar had come to losing his life. The only reason he had asked him to take care of the mage was because he’d thought the crow could handle it. And it was true Micky was stronger than the average Yellow, but he could still get seriously injured if he let his guard down, apparently.
‘And so can I…’ he thought sombrely, thinking back to his own fight.
In any case, today’s battle would serve as a good wake-up call for both of them. While they had grown a lot stronger during their stay in the Guild, they had a long way to go still. Right now, however, their priority was to get the hell out of here.