civilwarnovels Book 5: Chapter 90
Book 5: Chapter 90
Book 5: Chapter 90
Tafel exhaled and leaned back in her seat. She stared up at the ceiling with black circles around her eyes. She let her arms dangle to the side, and she stretched her legs all the way out, slumping down. Prim wouldve called her posture unseemly, but luckily, Prim wasnt there, and Tafel didnt care. She was the demon lord now, and she could sit however she liked.
So, any luck with reading the book?
Tafel turned her head to the side, the rest of her body limp. At the entrance of her room, Emile was standing with an empty tray by his feet. What do you want this time? Tafel asked and sighed.
What? Emile asked and hopped over to Tafels side, bouncing along the ground like a ball. Cant I see you without wanting something from you? You make it seem like I only talk to you because I want something from you. Speaking of which, if you really do want to get me something, can you open a portal to Vur for me? I want him to polymorph a caterpillar into a pillow for me, so I can prank Susan.
Thats awful, Tafel said, the expression on her face unchanging. Why would you want to do that?
Emile tilted his head. Are you okay? Youve been acting very strange recently, he said and glanced at the table where the Tricksters Book and relevant translating materials were displayed. Are you sure this book has been completely purified? If I didnt know any better, Id say youve been possessed by something.
Vur ate the soul inside the book, Tafel said. Its harmless now.
I know Vurs strong and all, but can you really count on him to purify a book? Emile asked. How many things has he purified before this, huh? He couldve made a mistake and left behind something that invaded your brain.
Tafel rolled her eyes. Vur ate a god before, she said. After a bit, she frowned. And Grimmy looked at the book before giving it to me. There shouldnt be a problem.
I know Im an elemental, and my taste should be different from humans, but. Sheryl scratched her head, which was also her body, with her sticklike arms. Doesnt that painting look like someone accidentally dropped a paintbrush on a canvas? Its completely white except for that green spatter. I think I could paint something like that.
A small, green boulder fell out of Vurs arm. Zilphy shook her head and looked around. Maybe theres a treasure map hidden inside of it, she said. People love hiding treasure maps inside of paintings.
Were you kicked out too? Sheryl asked and scooted over to the side to make space for Zilphy to sit. However, the green elemental didnt take up the offer and remained seated on the ground.
Zilphy snorted. I was just looking at Mervins beansprout, and Stella made a fuss, saying a watched plant doesnt grow. Then, she called Chompy on me!
She cares a lot about Mervin, Sheryl said and reached down to pat Zilphys head. Unfortunately, her arms were too short, so she gave up after a second. Dont feel too bad. I bet Diamant and Mistle will get removed soon too.
Who cares about this dumb beansprout? Stella asked, popping her head out of Vurs chest. She glared at the two elementals. Dont talk nonsense.
This is it, the Recordkeeper said and tugged on Vurs arm while pointing at the stage. You have to help me get this.
Vur shifted in his seat, sitting up a little straighter. He squinted at the stage. Vanessa hadnt removed the cover from the item yet, but that didnt stop him from raising his hand. I want that item.
Vanessa froze on the stage, and she cleared her throat. You heard His Majesty, she said. He wants this item; as such, well proceed to the next one. Im sure the seller will receive an amount hes happy with. She scanned the crowd and took in a deep breath. Luckily, only the adventurers seemed to be disgruntled, and the nobles didnt seem to care. If the whole crowd was upset, then itd be more difficult to achieve a high price for the proceeding items, and the lower the prices, the less commission shed make! Vanessa couldnt help but glare at Vur. It was all his fault the atmosphere in the auction hall was strange.