Chapter 27: Behind the runes lies a Tiny Giant (2)
The Town of Rouen was a large town of holy trinity and whiteness. Unable to afford marbles of expensive price and taxes, the buildings were filled with white stones of runed, holy magic, mass-produced exclusively under the order of the leading acolyte. The kind baron, who managed this land, agreed with the production, and so Demond now peered into the street, roads, buildings, even some stalls along the side and shops with some wooden signboards, all filled with the signature white stones of runes, a bizarre image mixed with a slight wood and glass here and there, as if each and every paranoid households were zealous followers of the divines.
Well in truth, the witch knew clearly there was only one zealous follower here in this town, but twenty years of isolation still left her gasping at this ridiculous scenery. She was the one who suggested 'if these cheap runes could last longer, it would be easy defence against the demon', yet the last thing she expects was the old hag taking the advice to heart, let alone implementing it across the entire town.
Walking on the stoned road that would have made a vampire jump in pain of the holiness, she frowned towards Adrei, who now keeps a distance from her at her request. With some magic, their faces and special parts like tails were enveloped by a special, frosted fog of her making, though the Queen claimed it as unnecessary for no one would recognise their appearance in their transformed states.
"I forgot to ask, but just in case, can you do telecom magic?" The witch glanced at a stall with a crowd, the stall's table filled with carved figurines of her daughter, the hero, putting an awkward smile on the mother's face.
"Unfortunately, only my sister, the third elder, had the capability for doing so in this world, an exclusivity not unlike your pet's ability to portal at short distance." The dragon sighed as she stretched, the crowd's bustling vibes comforting the peacekeeper's emptiness from her arms.
"Then I guess we'll have to notify the landlord first." The witch sighed as she glanced at the floor of her friend's handiwork. "The old hag won't refuse to meet anyone in her seclusion, but it's better if we go through her daughter first for the meeting."
"A fair choice, so." The dragon extended her hand for the witch with confidence as a husband. "If we are going to request a meeting for a marriage ceremony as well, should we not at least look the part?"
Demond rolled her eyes, as she took the hand without much rejection. "Remember, no touching until...until the tavern."
"Alright." The dragon nodded with a smile.