sonovelo Book 6: Chapter 214
Book 6: Chapter 214
Book 6: Chapter 214
Tafel looked around, her gaze landing on Vur. He was polymorphing himself into a dragon while walking away from Gronion. His body grew larger than the beetle, and he fell forward onto his arms, scales growing on his skin as his fingers turned into toes with wicked claws. He walked over to the pile of roasted bugs somehow centered around the dragons, phoenixes, and Oebu Sin swarm. It wasnt a high pile, but it was deep, the endless corpses having filled up the expansive tunnel system underneath the ground.
Mary tugged on Tafels arm, drawing the demons attention. Youre learning how to become a blacksmith, right? the armored woman asked. Can you help me make something?
Tafel blinked. Oh, sure, she said, her eyes brightening up. What do you need help with?
Mary held up the orichalcum box. I want to make this into a sheath.
The box thumped heavily, but it didnt budge, causing Tafel to raise an eyebrow. You mean the box, right? the demon asked. She knew how to shape metals thanks to the blacksmiths, but she wasnt quite sure how shed make something out of two severed hands.
Both, Mary said.
Tafel blinked. Both?
Mary nodded. When I put away my sword, I want to stab through the two hands, she said, causing the box to thump some more. She frowned and gave it a shake until the thumping ceased.
Collective punishment if someone fights Vur, Stella said, poking her head out of Vurs snout.
If someone tries to stand up to Vur now, I will dedicate my life to making that individuals existence as miserable as possible until they or I pass on, one phoenix said. I am very persistent. Dont test me.
How about a food fight? Fern asked as he wiped his face with the back of his paw. He picked up a bug and bounced it up and down on his paw. We cant hurt each other, but a food fight is just a playful game, right? He looked towards Volearden before shifting his gaze onto Vur. As the Tyrant of the Towers, shouldnt you make dragons and phoenixes compete for your pleasure?
Vur tilted his head. According to the books he read, some tyrants did do that. They erected great arenas for contenders to fight trapped beasts or dangerous criminals. No, Vur said and shook his head. That stuff is boring.
Fern blinked. Considering how Vur had taken the dragons and phoenixes down by himself, it was no wonder he wasnt interested in watching the two factions fight against one another.
Vur frowned, and Tafel opened a portal to walk on top of his head. Whats wrong? the demon asked, the glow on her horns dissipating as the portal disappeared, leaving Mary standing with her orichalcum box on the ground.
Theres a lot of dragons here, Vur said. Prika would be happy.
Tafel blinked before grinning as she scanned the crowd of dragons. Surely, Prika could finally find a mate. Lets open the way home to Erde.