NABC Chapter 171 Brother
Chapter 171 Brother
"The disfavored lady is visiting a castle of the Demon Lord," Lancelot said with some hesitation, "I'm not sure if a being as powerful as you would be welcome if you went directly there."
"What is this Demon Lord's attitude toward the disfavored?" the man asked calmly, looking at the other.
"Very respectful."
"Then I should have no problem."
"I need your promise," Lancelot struggled to overcome the fear in his heart and said firmly, "Promise that you will not do anything harmful to that Demon Lord, or to that town."
Everyone was astonished by Lancelot's courage, but the nameless man merely narrowed his eyes, looking at the knight before him and his companions, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm someone who doesn't like trouble unless someone provokes me first," he said with a look that was almost nostalgic as he looked at these comrades who had fought side by side, "Shall we get going then?"
"Thank you for your understanding," Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief and took out the amulet bearing the emblem of Twin Bridges Town. But then he remembered something and said somewhat awkwardly to the man, "Wait a moment, just give me a minute."
"What's up?" the scarred man looked at him curiously, the Flame Demon showing far more patience than ordinary demons would.
"Collecting the war spoils," Lancelot said with an awkward smile, pulling out the Great Sword Glacier, he swiftly pried the cage from the wagon, and using the dimensional scaling ability of the Dimensional Bag, he stowed the entire metal cage inside.
"These are all made of mithril," the dwarf explained, "Great crafting material. Do you need a new weapon or armor?"
"I once had a companion like that too," the nameless man pointed to the skeleton skull that Bruto was holding in his arms, the latter being what Lancelot had just handed to him, still unconscious. "They are much more tenacious than they appear, not so easy to die."
"I hope so," Bruto sighed, "This fellow just went crazy all of a sudden, charging at that Abyssal Demon Refiner as if it saw an old enemy."
By now, Lancelot had packed away the cage made of mithril. As for the weapons that the mercenaries had been carrying, they decayed rapidly with the death of the demon, no longer holding any value for collection. He didn't plan on searching through each corpse for their wallets either — who knows what other trouble might come if they stayed any longer.
"Everyone grab onto me," he said, holding the amulet Tijana had given him, then everyone extended their hands to grab his arm or belt.
Nameless offered no further explanation, and Tijana did not seem intent on questioning further. Instead, she turned to another unfamiliar face and asked:
"So you are the target of our rescue mission then?"
Although Elothysia was a Holy Warrior, most of her life had been spent as a demon, so she did not show much hostility. Instead, she had been curiously observing Tijana.
"That would be me," she nodded with neither humility nor arrogance. "I have long heard of your fame, the Pearl of the Stygian Riverbank, the great Lady Tigana."
"All parts of you appear intact, it seems my mercenaries have completed their commission well," Tijana said to the Holy Warrior without particular warmth. "Come with me, the disgraced one anxiously awaits you. Lancelot, you and the others head back first; I will come find you later."
"As you command, my lady," Lancelot bowed to Tijana, pretending not to see the joking faces his companions were making.
The Succubus Lord gave him a deep look, the smile on her lips betraying her feelings upon seeing the Human Knight. After giving a few instructions to her generals, she led Nameless and Elothysia down a corridor behind the Throne Hall.
Moments later, Lancelot and his party also returned to their home at Hagrid Manor. Surprisingly, although it was still early evening, little Isabella was already doing chores.
"Ah! Brother Lancelot, are you back?" The vampire looked very weak but sounded exceptionally happy.
"Hmm... huh? What did you just call me?"
Isabella's face turned a deep shade of red as she stammered:
"Sorry, sorry, Sir, I mean, I..."
"That's just not fair," Bruto grumbled. "You used to call me uncle all the time..."
"Who told you to grow such a big beard," said Lancelot with a chuckle. "But the sun hasn't set yet; why have you come out now?"
"Sir Zalovitch said I must learn to adapt to sunlight," Isabella's voice became even softer. "If... if I want to go on adventures with Brother Lancelot."