What Ahote’s sudden, new relationship was with Mythica wasn’t questioned by Mura just yet. Right now, he paid more attention to the former’s words towards himself - and frankly, while Ahote had
history with the guild so long ago, the person in front of him was nothing like the little kid he met on Dragonbane Avenue on his way to the hall. Nothing at all
.“Happy to disappoint you,”
was his answer. There was no more to say to him. Ahote’s approval was unneeded, unwished for, and also scorned by him. The fact that he talked about Mura disappointing him was, honestly, laughable. Yet, Mura spared him the humiliation and simply glared at him, his eyes cold and deadly as the book in the ex-Guildmaster’s hands.
Ahote had been quick and knocked Mura’s fire spell to the side with a scythe summoned through a magic circle. The scythe was held by a large, corroding lich clad in flaking, black armor, and for a brief moment, Mura lifted up his Battle Control to point the edge of its silver-white sword straight at it. If Ahote was willing to protect that book with his life, then Mura would simply take it here and now. Both the book and Ahote’s chopped off head.
… However, Ahote actually held a viable point against the shaman now. Who were to dismiss the possibility of the book simply releasing all of its destructive magic in one go if Mura tore apart the papers making up its tomes? It could cause more damage than he wanted… to which he lifted a hand and clenched the scroll tied to his back. It was very convenient that he stumbled upon the creature from earlier, for he believed that its strange properties could nullify all manners of magic. But Ahote was one step ahead of him and had summoned another magic circle, from which an undead dragon emerged to be Ahote’s mount, while the scythed lich from earlier stood between the M-couple and the necromage.
And by mounting the undead dragon, Ahote took his leave. Mura tried to interfere, but the Elder Lich met his blade with its scythe and prevented him from stopping Ahote at all costs. He then tried to send a shockwave towards the undead dragon from afar, but its flight was sharp and fast and allowed it to avoid his spells before it went out of range. In the end, despite his attempts, Ahote got away… with the spell tome.
Still holding onto Mythica, the Battle Control around them allowed Mura to fly around quicker than normal. There was a look of frustration on Mura’s face, for who knew what Ahote was going to do later on? He had his chance to prevent further violations akin to the forest fires and fissures earlier, and he failed… and it pissed him off. He didn’t want to look this distraught in front of his wife, but he couldn’t help it - Ahote managed to get away, and the shaman wanted to curse out at his inability to end him here and now.
He would’ve tried and pursue Ahote, but he lifted his head up when Vandrad’s magical prowess appeared as a massive emission of heat up in the air from miles away. That must’ve been where Louie was, too… but at the moment, he couldn’t sense Louie’s magic power at all. It was as if the strange, blonde Fairy Tail Wizard had suddenly disappeared from the surface of the earth.“…”
Mura would have to say something to Mythica; in reality, he wanted to first ask her about her encounter with Ahote and what lied behind it, for it sounded like Ahote had something against her. The latter’s eyes were darting more at her than at Mura himself… and he noticed the confusion at first. “Ah, forget him. Next time he shows his face, I’ll kill him. Don’t you worry about that…”
It looked like Mythica hadn’t even realized what monstrosity Ahote was, the one she had just faced earlier. What if Ahote hurt her, somehow?
He tightened his grip around her hip and pulled her close in, finally calming down a little with his sweet spouse at his side. “Okay, hold tight. I have to check if Louie’s alrig-“
he was about to tell her - despite the fact that Mythica’s magical prowess would allow her to teleport (a thing he had theorized by the fact that she could show up at the weirdest places at the most random times without any sensible explanation), having her hold onto him lifted his spirits much more. However, he didn’t even get to dash into the rocky grounds further away when Louie appeared out of a magic circle, landing on the ground in a bad condition.
Uh… a lot happened now. Louie referred to Mythica immediately as if they had met before - he even called her ‘Lady Twilight’, a name that Mura was unfamiliar with. Louie glared at both of them with veins popping out, his eyes bloodshot and full of anger, and by his next words, resentment of the deepest kind for a certain person not mentioned by name… but mentioned to be living under their roof.
Was he… was he threatening them? What had pushed Louie to this point of apparent insanity? Mura could barely recognize him; this wasn’t the polite gentleman who entered the guild back then… but Mura didn’t manage to process the information, the wish that Louie held to kill whoever… whoever…“Louie, Louie, you’re making no sense right now! What’s gotten into you?!”
When Louie used a lacrima to teleport away, Mura was simply left floating up in the air with Mythica… bewildered, confused and worried sick. Would he have to take matters into his own hands again? Would he have to stop Louie like he once attempted to stop Ghost? It must’ve been even more confusing to Mythica, watching Mura scramble his brain to all of this. Today really took a turn for the worse.Given by the sensory from earlier, he had an idea who Louie meant, but he couldn’t be sure…
EG6 WC: 1021@Mythica