Time has passed. Devon woke up after he took a nice nap. Dietrich and Roxanne came to see Devon because they got something to tell him.“Dear son, how are you feeling right now?” Dietrich asked the boy.“I’m fine Sir Dietrich. It’s all thanks to you and Roxanne. I’m so glad that no one was dead. I would like to say my apologize too if I hurt you when I got possessed.” Devon showed his gratitude and apology to the wise man. He looked very blessed to meet bot of them.“Good to hear that, boy. Anyway, what did you feel when Roxanne came inside your mind?” Dietrich tried to guide the conversation so that he would have a reason to let Roxanne joined them.“Uhh, I feel like a fresh water was poured down over my body. I felt refreshed.” Devon explained the moment Roxanne tried to make him conscious.“That’s great. So Roxanne can become your savior in case the demons are possessing you again.” Dietrich kept silent. He looked like he was thinking about something. “I have a request for you all.

They had been walking for a while, far enough from the rural area where Dietrich and Roxanne used to live. The sun had also started to lean back to the west, as a sign that today was about to finish.“You’ve been awfully quiet, Roxanne,” Francesca tried to strike up a conversation after the deafening silence that enveloped the group since they left the hut. “Not a chatty type, are you?”Roxanne just peeked a glance to her and scoffed heavily while turning her face away, indicating that she was not in the mood for some chit-chat. All Francesca could respond was to smile wryly while lifting up her shoulders, understanding that the magician didn’t welcome her friendly advance. That was to be expected, after what incident they caused that disrupted her peaceful life.“Aww, come on, Roxy! Don’t be such a grump, otherwise you would age faster than you should!” teased Devon without realizing that he was the main culprit that made her acted that way. “You don’t wanna end up wrinkled like your

lStill in hiding, Devon knew something just didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t grasp what that was. He thought hard, pondering about that, but in the end it was a dead end. Realizing he couldn’t solve this matter alone, he decided to regroup with the other team.“Arwen, let’s go back to the assigned place! Francesca and Roxanne must have been waiting for us,” invited Devon. “There’s something I need to discuss with everybody present, after all.”“But Bro, we haven’t even found an inn yet!” reminded Arwen that their objective was still left unaccomplished.“Relax, if worse comes to worst, we will spend the night in that whorehouse from before. That will please you, right?” offered Devon. “That’s only if that place is safe. I just can’t help but to feel wrong about it.”Arwen nodded obediently this time and followed Devon’s pace back to the place they separated themselves into two groups.“Hmm, now that you mention it, I did feel something too, Bro,” reported Arwen in the end. “You know

After delivering Francesca and Roxanne to the containment room, the thugs had a talk amongst themselves, voicing out their frustration after being schooled by Trapattoni.“Screw that Trap! All he did was yap around while leaving all the dirty deeds to us!” cursed one of them as they walked through the corridor.“Yeah, to think that we have someone like him as our boss!” Another one said in agreement.“Sssh, keep your voice down! Things will get ugly again if he hears us!” reminded his friend. “People say he possesses a magical ability. You know the chick in the red cloak? She was supposed to wipe the floor with us with her scary witchcraft, but Boss handled that for us!”“Ugh, why do you always defend that creepy dude? Stop licking his boots!”“Comrades, we’re close to our drinks. That means we’re also closer to Boss! Keep your voice down and behave yourselves!” The fourth thug attempted to diffuse the situation by explaining the condition they were in.But thanks to the silence they

It turned out that Devon’s hunch struck the mark. They were accompanied back to the place they were in the first place, the noticeable whorehouse with colorful lights all over the place. Devon prayed that his arrival wasn’t too late.“Bro, weren’t we here before?” said Arwen. “What are Sis Fran and Sis Roxy doing here?”“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” answered Devon. In his head, he was concocting a plan to wring out the information within. It’s not confirmed yet that Roxanne and Francesca was being imprisoned there, and he was about to find out. “Alright, hear me out. You lowlives will assist my elf friend here to get in. After that, you’re free to go.”“Arwen, I’m counting on you. Sneak inside and sniff our ladies out,” requested Devon. “I will take this head-on from the front.”Devon still needed to be wary of the thugs that seemed cooperating. They’re criminals, after all.“Remember, scoundrels, no funny business, you hear me? Just showing her the safest way in from the back d