Chapter 146: Learning curve sometimes comes with pain
"This will really work, right?" I asked Izzi, who stood beside me with a hood covering his bright golden hair.
"Don’t worry, Boss--I’m confident!" he said with a huff, emphasizing with hands on his hips.
I stared at the revolver in my hand, filled with bullets I had been made for the past few days while Izzi made corrections on the magical formations craved on the revolver that we had been working at. My gaze shifted to the wide plains in front of me, bordered by magically crafted trees and stone walls inside my private training chamber.
It all started when I told Izzi about what happened these last few days, to explain why I hadn’t been in the research tower. As I expected, he looked disgusted at the mention of the Sarterian, and gasped horridly at the matter about the Lord of Lust.
"What the hell--that’s sexual assault! In the Lord’s own room? Is he suicidal?!" Izzi shuddered, more because he was scared of the repercussion of facing Natha’s wrath.
But my Demon Lord was pretty chill overall, maybe because he let me handle the punishment? Well--
Anyway, I also told him about those two vassals who annoyed me last night, and he clicked his tongue in response. "Tsk--I bet they’re the same with all those elves who rejected my inventions."
So, unexpectedly, we were vibing. It was quite easy talking with Izzi; he was mentally around my age, and we were both different races than the rest of the castle’s dwellers. And then there was the fact that we both came from different worlds--although he didn’t know that about me yet.
And then, with a mischievous glint, he slammed the revolver on the table. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, like a shady dealer in the back alley bar. "Say, Boss--it’s such a coincidence that I happened to finish this yesterday. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could blow some steam--I mean, test this out--now, huh?" he arched his brow, lips curling into a smirk. "What say you?"
And that was how we ended up here. Just me and Izzi, since I sent Jade to Zia--you know, just trying to limit my child from a show of excessive violence.
"Come on, Boss!" Izzi clenched his fists and waved them enthusiastically. "Let’s shoot that cliff!"