Chapter 70: The Group
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'If the aura here is so intense, they must surely be powerful!'
....
That was what Reve thought but it only took a single moment to break the awe he had for the figures on the seats.
Among the figures, two caved their seats together in a circle and were playing cards. It was definitely something new as the cards they threw about levitated in the air.
After all the cards on their hand were emptied, the round was concluded.
"Hah, I win!" shouted one of them.
The owner of the voice belonged to a small young lady with blue hair and purple eyes. Her pointed ears moved vibrantly as she didn't hide her victorious face.
Beautiful butterfly wings expanded from her back as she fluttered in the hair to meet the ones she defeated.
"Fye, I keep telling you. You can't defeat me," mocked the girl.
She was talking to an auburn-haired woman with an ample body. The woman had a grim expression on her face and she didn't a bit like she enjoyed the small lady's taunting.
It seemed she was about to go violent when a silver lightning bolt hit the young lady. It sent her flying till she landed horribly on the transparent floor.
She quickly stood up and raged with her little voice. She flexed her wing and headed for the perpetrator of the lightning bolt. It was a blonde-haired man with a lean build.
The young lady stopped in front of him and threatened, "You want another beating!"
The man's heart skipped a beat but he hid his fear and complained, "Lady Yevhi, I apologize. My hands must have moved independently. Can you go back to your seat so I can compensate you with a beautiful drawing of yourself?"
On his lap was an expensive drawing book and on his right hand was a paintbrush. The drawing presently on the open page of the book was left half-finished. If one gleamed at it, they would discover it was a drawing of the young lady and the woman playing cards.
One didn't need a genius brain to know that the man must have been frustrated at the young lady for breaking posture.
What compensation? He just wanted to draw!
The young lady cocked her head at the drawing and smiled for unknown reasons.
She later voiced out with her head bobbing up and down, "Hmmm, I understand. Do that again and I will pluck all your feathers to make Arcadia's biggest hand-fan!"
As if touching a taboo, the man raised his voice, "You dare not!"
"Are you daring me?"
"I--" The man cut his words.
The words that would come out of his mouth might very much decide his fate. He was stuck in a tough situation.
Another figure on a nearby seat joined them, "Oh….is Little Ao scared?"
Feeling looked down on, the blonde-haired man scuffed, "Of course not!"
He ignored the small lady and moved on to bicker with the one beside him. The other man was blue-skinned, with small pointed horns protruding from his forehead. Nevertheless, it made him even more dashing.
Meanwhile, as all this chaos was ensuing, the last of the group was seated perfectly on his chair. The coarse black-haired man was huge, possibly rivaling the body size of ogres.
His alabaster skin had grey runes that covered every part of his body making him look more demonic. With his red eyes and a pair of goat horns on his head, he was the definition of evil-looking.
The man's dress was also unique…..confident. He left his upper body naked for all to see. Clearly, to him, his perfect abs were no small deal. However, his lower half wasn't naked like one would expect or even...desire.
He wore pants with a big grey jacket tied to his waist.
However, his current actions broke the demonic vibe that he gave. With his legs crossed, he would occasionally spy at each figure and would go on to sharpen his nails in a lady-like manner. Sometimes, he would even blow air on the nails and raise them higher to inspect.
On one such occasion, the towering man, over six feet tall, spotted the stupified group of Circe, Reve, and Zev.
He quickly straightened himself and bellowed to the rest, "Silence! They are here."
His loud voice brought the others' attention to the incoming and they hastily arranged their posture.
Circe was the first to speak, "My, my. You guys are as restless as ever. If you weren't all here, you would probably be out causing chaos."
She revealed a rare smile on her face as she smoothly went to seat on her chair, "It's been a while."
The small lady in silky short purple dress beamed at her, "Circe! I wanted to bust you out of your coffin but the rest said no."
She appeared next to Circe and gave her a hug before flying back to her seat.
The other woman did the same but with cruel intentions. She pushed up her buxom as she gave Circe a tight hug.
Afterward, she stared at Circe's chest, "So, you were right. You are probably going to remain with such a----"
*Bam!*
The heroic book did its work. It smashed the woman in a long revealing red gown back to her seat.
After a round of welcoming, the big man with goat horns addressed the elephant in the room, "It appears you brought a guest, Circe."
With his words, he managed to focus the attention on Reve, who looked confusedly beside him.
'Huh---Oh, damnation!'
It appeared that Zev had left him all alone. The wolfman had subtly taken his seat among the others, leaving Reve to tail Circe.
"He is my student," informed Circe.
She nodded at Reve with a neutral expression. Seeing this, Reve understood that it was not his place to speak. Despite the group's comical actions, he could feel that there were of a different class.
One of them, Yevhi, broke into a loud yelp, "Heh, you have a student?!"
Yet, again, the heroic book flew her way
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'If the aura here is so intense, they must surely be powerful!'
....
That was what Reve thought but it only took a single moment to break the awe he had for the figures on the seats.
Among the figures, two caved their seats together in a circle and were playing cards. It was definitely something new as the cards they threw about levitated in the air.
After all the cards on their hand were emptied, the round was concluded.
"Hah, I win!" shouted one of them.
The owner of the voice belonged to a small young lady with blue hair and purple eyes. Her pointed ears moved vibrantly as she didn't hide her victorious face.
Beautiful butterfly wings expanded from her back as she fluttered in the hair to meet the ones she defeated.
"Fye, I keep telling you. You can't defeat me," mocked the girl.
She was talking to an auburn-haired woman with an ample body. The woman had a grim expression on her face and she didn't a bit like she enjoyed the small lady's taunting.
It seemed she was about to go violent when a silver lightning bolt hit the young lady. It sent her flying till she landed horribly on the transparent floor.
She quickly stood up and raged with her little voice. She flexed her wing and headed for the perpetrator of the lightning bolt. It was a blonde-haired man with a lean build.
The young lady stopped in front of him and threatened, "You want another beating!"
The man's heart skipped a beat but he hid his fear and complained, "Lady Yevhi, I apologize. My hands must have moved independently. Can you go back to your seat so I can compensate you with a beautiful drawing of yourself?"
On his lap was an expensive drawing book and on his right hand was a paintbrush. The drawing presently on the open page of the book was left half-finished. If one gleamed at it, they would discover it was a drawing of the young lady and the woman playing cards.
One didn't need a genius brain to know that the man must have been frustrated at the young lady for breaking posture.
What compensation? He just wanted to draw!
The young lady cocked her head at the drawing and smiled for unknown reasons.
She later voiced out with her head bobbing up and down, "Hmmm, I understand. Do that again and I will pluck all your feathers to make Arcadia's biggest hand-fan!"
As if touching a taboo, the man raised his voice, "You dare not!"
"Are you daring me?"
"I--" The man cut his words.
The words that would come out of his mouth might very much decide his fate. He was stuck in a tough situation.
Another figure on a nearby seat joined them, "Oh….is Little Ao scared?"
Feeling looked down on, the blonde-haired man scuffed, "Of course not!"
He ignored the small lady and moved on to bicker with the one beside him. The other man was blue-skinned, with small pointed horns protruding from his forehead. Nevertheless, it made him even more dashing.
Meanwhile, as all this chaos was ensuing, the last of the group was seated perfectly on his chair. The coarse black-haired man was huge, possibly rivaling the body size of ogres.
His alabaster skin had grey runes that covered every part of his body making him look more demonic. With his red eyes and a pair of goat horns on his head, he was the definition of evil-looking.
The man's dress was also unique…..confident. He left his upper body naked for all to see. Clearly, to him, his perfect abs were no small deal. However, his lower half wasn't naked like one would expect or even...desire.
He wore pants with a big grey jacket tied to his waist.
However, his current actions broke the demonic vibe that he gave. With his legs crossed, he would occasionally spy at each figure and would go on to sharpen his nails in a lady-like manner. Sometimes, he would even blow air on the nails and raise them higher to inspect.
On one such occasion, the towering man, over six feet tall, spotted the stupified group of Circe, Reve, and Zev.
He quickly straightened himself and bellowed to the rest, "Silence! They are here."
His loud voice brought the others' attention to the incoming and they hastily arranged their posture.
Circe was the first to speak, "My, my. You guys are as restless as ever. If you weren't all here, you would probably be out causing chaos."
She revealed a rare smile on her face as she smoothly went to seat on her chair, "It's been a while."
The small lady in silky short purple dress beamed at her, "Circe! I wanted to bust you out of your coffin but the rest said no."
She appeared next to Circe and gave her a hug before flying back to her seat.
The other woman did the same but with cruel intentions. She pushed up her buxom as she gave Circe a tight hug.
Afterward, she stared at Circe's chest, "So, you were right. You are probably going to remain with such a----"
*Bam!*
The heroic book did its work. It smashed the woman in a long revealing red gown back to her seat.
After a round of welcoming, the big man with goat horns addressed the elephant in the room, "It appears you brought a guest, Circe."
With his words, he managed to focus the attention on Reve, who looked confusedly beside him.
'Huh---Oh, damnation!'
It appeared that Zev had left him all alone. The wolfman had subtly taken his seat among the others, leaving Reve to tail Circe.
"He is my student," informed Circe.
She nodded at Reve with a neutral expression. Seeing this, Reve understood that it was not his place to speak. Despite the group's comical actions, he could feel that there were of a different class.
One of them, Yevhi, broke into a loud yelp, "Heh, you have a student?!"
Yet, again, the heroic book flew her way
'If the aura here is so intense, they must surely be powerful!' .... That was what Reve thought but it only took a single moment to break the awe he had for the figures on the seats. Among the figures, two caved their seats together in a circle and were playing cards. It was definitely something new as the cards they threw about levitated in the air. After all the cards on their hand were emptied, the round was concluded. "Hah, I win!" shouted one of them. The owner of the voice belonged to a small young lady with blue hair and purple eyes. Her pointed ears moved vibrantly as she didn't hide her victorious face. Beautiful butterfly wings expanded from her back as she fluttered in the hair to meet the ones she defeated. "Fye, I keep telling you. You can't defeat me," mocked the girl. She was talking to an auburn-haired woman with an ample body. The woman had a grim expression on her face and she didn't a bit like she enjoyed the small lady's taunting. It seemed she was about to go violent when a silver lightning bolt hit the young lady. It sent her flying till she landed horribly on the transparent floor. She quickly stood up and raged with her little voice. She flexed her wing and headed for the perpetrator of the lightning bolt. It was a blonde-haired man with a lean build. The young lady stopped in front of him and threatened, "You want another beating!" The man's heart skipped a beat but he hid his fear and complained, "Lady Yevhi, I apologize. My hands must have moved independently. Can you go back to your seat so I can compensate you with a beautiful drawing of yourself?" On his lap was an expensive drawing book and on his right hand was a paintbrush. The drawing presently on the open page of the book was left half-finished. If one gleamed at it, they would discover it was a drawing of the young lady and the woman playing cards. One didn't need a genius brain to know that the man must have been frustrated at the young lady for breaking posture. What compensation? He just wanted to draw! The young lady cocked her head at the drawing and smiled for unknown reasons. She later voiced out with her head bobbing up and down, "Hmmm, I understand. Do that again and I will pluck all your feathers to make Arcadia's biggest hand-fan!" As if touching a taboo, the man raised his voice, "You dare not!" "Are you daring me?" "I--" The man cut his words. The words that would come out of his mouth might very much decide his fate. He was stuck in a tough situation. Another figure on a nearby seat joined them, "Oh.is Little Ao scared?" Feeling looked down on, the blonde-haired man scuffed, "Of course not!" He ignored the small lady and moved on to bicker with the one beside him. The other man was blue-skinned, with small pointed horns protruding from his forehead. Nevertheless, it made him even more dashing. Meanwhile, as all this chaos was ensuing, the last of the group was seated perfectly on his chair. The coarse black-haired man was huge, possibly rivaling the body size of ogres. His alabaster skin had grey runes that covered every part of his body making him look more demonic. With his red eyes and a pair of goat horns on his head, he was the definition of evil-looking. The man's dress was also unique..confident. He left his upper body naked for all to see. Clearly, to him, his perfect abs were no small deal. However, his lower half wasn't naked like one would expect or even...desire. He wore pants with a big grey jacket tied to his waist. However, his current actions broke the demonic vibe that he gave. With his legs crossed, he would occasionally spy at each figure and would go on to sharpen his nails in a lady-like manner. Sometimes, he would even blow air on the nails and raise them higher to inspect. On one such occasion, the towering man, over six feet tall, spotted the stupified group of Circe, Reve, and Zev. He quickly straightened himself and bellowed to the rest, "Silence! They are here." His loud voice brought the others' attention to the incoming and they hastily arranged their posture. Circe was the first to speak, "My, my. You guys are as restless as ever. If you weren't all here, you would probably be out causing chaos." She revealed a rare smile on her face as she smoothly went to seat on her chair, "It's been a while." The small lady in silky short purple dress beamed at her, "Circe! I wanted to bust you out of your coffin but the rest said no." She appeared next to Circe and gave her a hug before flying back to her seat. The other woman did the same but with cruel intentions. She pushed up her buxom as she gave Circe a tight hug. Afterward, she stared at Circe's chest, "So, you were right. You are probably going to remain with such a----" *Bam!* The heroic book did its work. It smashed the woman in a long revealing red gown back to her seat. After a round of welcoming, the big man with goat horns addressed the elephant in the room, "It appears you brought a guest, Circe." With his words, he managed to focus the attention on Reve, who looked confusedly beside him. 'Huh---Oh, damnation!' It appeared that Zev had left him all alone. The wolfman had subtly taken his seat among the others, leaving Reve to tail Circe. "He is my student," informed Circe. She nodded at Reve with a neutral expression. Seeing this, Reve understood that it was not his place to speak. Despite the group's comical actions, he could feel that there were of a different class. One of them, Yevhi, broke into a loud yelp, "Heh, you have a student?!" Yet, again, the heroic book flew her way
