Chapter 290: Exciting
As it turned out, people forgot about nearly dying quite quickly when free food and drink was involved. It only took minutes for the entirety of the Devil’s Den to devolve into a party. Drunken adventurers staggered around, tankards sloshing with drink, as loud conversation rang through the air.
The entirety of the kitchen had come to life to help Lillia cook, and even that didn’t seem like it would be enough to keep up with demand. Knives chopped, pans sauteed, and bowls of ingredients stirred themselves.
Arwin tried to go in to offer his help, but a stray broom shooed him out before he could say anything. It seemed that the Devil’s Den was just as jealous of its master as the Infernal Armory was of him.
He was relegated to a table in the corner of the room, but Arwin couldn’t complain. They could finally rest. The Mesh itself had confirmed that Twelve’s death had gone unnoticed. His guild would doubtlessly look into what had happened, but their alibi was ironclad.
A shadow fell over Arwin. He glanced up as Rodrick lowered himself into the chair across from Arwin. His hands were wet with water, having been freshly washed.
The warrior wordlessly slid a metal bracelet across the table to Arwin. It had two prongs that curled up to hold a gemstone that no longer resided within it.
“The Infernal Armory has been fed,” Rodrick informed Arwin, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the cacophony.
Arwin’s shoulders relaxed. The last dredges of tension that had been gripping him slipped away as he picked the bracelet up and slipped it into a pocket. Rodrick had executed the very last part of their plan. Twelve’s body had been disposed of, as had the gemstone that had turned his appearance into that of a demon. There was nothing left to tie him to their guild. They were free.
“Good,” Arwin said, taking the bracelet and putting it into a pocket. He nodded out to the party. “You might as well go find Anna and relax, eh? I think we’ve all earned a day off.”