Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 453 Life Is Full Of Chaos

As the teleportation was completed, Erika was met with a topless Reina staring at her from her bed. Clutching her blanket tight, she seemed ready to swing a fist at any given moment but held back from doing anything. Simply laying there with her toned abs and round breasts exposed, she barked at the priestess.

”The hell are you here for? I thought you guys didnʼt need me anymore!” Ever since she was dropped back in Athenia, her anger hadnʼt settled and it reflected in her fiery gaze. She wanted to get back at the party in some way but didnʼt realize her anger was misplaced by yelling at the priestess. ”Also why the fuck are you in my bedroom?! Get the fuck out, you perv!”

Clicking her tongue at the suggestion that she would be aroused from looking at another girl, Erika scrunched her nose and retorted before looking away from Reina.

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”Iʼd rather sit on a chair made of thorns than feel anything down there from looking at another girl–” Before she could finish, however, her eyes laid on the spirit from the lighthouse standing by the door. ”What the hell? How did you get here?”

Staring blankly at Erika, the spirit for a moment wanted to choke her out for taking the opportunity to see the demise of the false heroes away from her, but with a shake of her head, the spirit shrugged that thought and decided to tell how she ended up here.

”Who are you talking to?” Asked Reina, unaware of the spiritʼs presence.

In the meantime, Erika was busy listening to the girl and how she decided to touch Raven while he was teleporting the blacksmith to get out of that damned lighthouse. At first, she hadnʼt expected it to work since no matter how much she tried, she was bound to that place, but feeling a pull on her very essence, she found herself teleported away.

No longer bound to any place for whatever reason, she was staying close to the blacksmith since was a recluse sort and wasnʼt as surrounded by people as Moxy was while working inside the inn.

”An anomaly…” Erika whispered, assuming that the rules of nature were probably bent when the spirit teleported with Raven and the two girls.

”Fucking hells, I told you to leave fifteen minutes ago!” Finally tired of waiting, Reina got off the bed and started covering her top with a shirt lying nearby. Quickly downing it, she grabbed Erika by the hand, but as she did–knowing the blacksmithʼs intentions, the priestess shaded a lick of her holy magic and concentrated it in Reinaʼs eyes to make her see what she was seeing.

Quickly turning her head to the specter appearing in her peripherals, Reina blinked a few times as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. She hadnʼt seen the spirit by herself yet and the sight of a defaced ghost with long hair was enough to make her heart cease for a moment.

”I-is that?”

”Yeah, the same spirit as we were talking about in the lighthouse, apparently she teleported here with you.” Erikaʼs words made a chill run up Reinaʼs spine. To think a ghost had been living with her for a few days, perhaps even watching her sleep or walking naked around the shop, was needless to say a haunting realization.

”Holy shit…” Letting go of Erika, Reina stepped away from the priestess and the specter disappeared from her sight again. Slowly turning to Erika, she gulped heavily with her heart pounding audibly outside her chest. ”Sheʼs been here all this time?”

Erika nodded, confirming her fear. Gulping yet again, Reinaʼs eyes stared at the spot where the spirit shouldʼve been.

”Fucking hell, it is true. You guys draw nothing but trouble,” she said, and she truly believed it.

”Why donʼt you go back to sleep, I donʼt have much time left before I have to return,” reminded of the time limit, Erika didnʼt waste another moment and started heading out of the room. Reina tried to chase after her, but the thought of phasing through the spirit that was standing in the doorway creeped her out too much to leave her room.

With a mix of anger and somewhat scared, she decided to just stay in bed and try to sleep again. In the meantime, Erika turned into her crimson mist form, flew through the sky and landed next right into the church by phasing through it too. At first, she found herself standing in the hall and it had only been a minute since sheʼd left Reinaʼs shop, but by the time she realized that the head priestʼs quarters had been walled in, it had been a whole five minutes before she passed through the wall and went in.

A lone desk and a locker on the wall, both were collecting dust and in a deplorable state. Spiders were crawling across every inch of the closed room, and the smell of rats and their pee flooded into Erikaʼs nose. Turning back to her physical self, she felt her feet crushing something squishy. It was the body of a dead rat, and on it were thousands of ants that were now trying to bite her feet.

”Fira!” With the clock ticking over her head, she burned those ants before quickly checking on the desk and the locker.

The desk was empty with a small note pasted inside its top drawer. It was a brief message to his wife–the head priestess whoʼd offered Erikaʼs sister nuns to the devil. It read…

ʼBurn the books, my love…ʼ

The man whoʼd helped perversion spread, the man whoʼd aided the vampire by ignoring his presence, the man who was slaughtered by an angel for his misacts towards a child–he was gone, and so was his wife, and with them, theyʼd away whatever it was that they were trying to hide.

”SHIT!” Erika cursed her fate, her voice thankfully trapped within the walls and didnʼt disturb Rowen, Ray or Tanyaʼs child. Quickly turning around and writing a rune on the locker, Erika made it repeat the last action taken upon the item–but in reverse.

As the locker finally opened, she expected it to be empty, however, to her surprise, there was one dusty book still lying inside. Taking it into her hands, she brushed the dust off and opened it. Just looking at the first page with the title, she was left aghast.

Written in the archaic that only proficient magic users could read, the word ʼdemon generalʼs revivalʼ popped up inside Erikaʼs head. She couldnʼt exactly read it, but the words simply made sense to her just as any other magic spell would.

In her hands was the book detailing how the priest had helped Vlad in his attempts to revive his master, but more than that there were instances of potentially problematic individuals listed inside those pages. But before she could sit down and read, Erika knew it was time for her to return.

ʼI really hope I find a familiar name inside at least.ʼ

Still hoping that there was some information about the orphans or at least the heroʼs party inside the book, she decided to teleport back to the island and read it when she no longer had to stare at those mimics or worry about time.