Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 539 The Mistress And The Madam

A visit to the hell, how could it be made more comfortable? The flames were more fierce than anything else in their world and the slightest flicker of ember could set them ablaze without proper protection. Having taken all that into account, Linkle devised a plan–a plan that involved the owner of the Red Madam, Reina's jewellery-making skills, and Darius's inscription in the same way that he'd once helped the hero's party overcome the curse of Libyan's poison.

And now, after many days things were finally coming together. The Red Madam already had everyone's sizes, and while her subordinates worked on everyone's fire-resistant clothes, she graced mansion 'Phordite with her presence. But to her dismay, Linkle was busy and so was Shamisha, the only two who could sympathize with her chase towards perfection of the craft.

"They say your worth degrades over time if you visit someone far too often," looking straight at the witch, the old woman heaved a sigh. "If that's true, should I take it that a single visit from me was too much? I've been waiting for you to be done for an hour, after all."

Anger was apparent on the Madam's face, judging the young-looking girls to be her juniors, she felt disrespected as an elder as well as a guest. Unbeknownst to her, both the girls were much older than her but simply didn't seem as such.

"Sorry, we're done," Linkle responded, the madam's complaint going in through one ear and leaking out through the other.

"Done for now that is..." Getting herself off the desk, Shamisha could feel her spine decompressing as she stood up. Having sat on her butt all day with nothing to do but theorize on how the attack would work, both she and Linkle were tired, but only one of them knew healing magic.

Instead of using a potion or a spell, she followed Linkle toward the Red Madam while placing her false hand on her spine to alleviate the effect of gravity on herself somewhat. In an instant, she felt a pop and the tension in her back muscles lightened up by the time the trio were heading for the meeting hall downstairs.

As they walked, Madam's eyes wandered through the corridors, the steps, and the uninspiring decor. Everything felt dull, the lack of color most of all. But what bothered her most was the cluttered Automatons with humanoid faces standing pretty much everywhere inside the mansion. Squeezing through the gap, her sleeves often got caught in their iron bodies. Cursing them under her breath, she wished to push one of them so that all of them may tumble over like dominos.

Her words, however, stopped at once as she was reminded that not far from her, her daughters were also sitting at the table. Turning to look at them for a brief second, she shook her head and simply waited for the trio to settle.

"Girls you two should head out to the garden now," while Helga sent her daughters and their dog to the garden, everyone finally settled down.

It was time to discuss the final strategy for the infiltration of the hells, knowing that Linkle let that fact settle in everyone's mind for a moment before breaking the silence.

"We're–"

Her words, however, were quickly cut short.

"Duchess Ophelia and Amelia!" Charging in through the meeting room's door came Tan, his face turned pale as if he'd seen a phantom in bright daylight. Following right behind her, just as pale as him was his barbarian girlfriend–blossom. Panting for just a moment, the two caught their breaths while everyone's attention slowly turned to them.

"What happened?" Rising from her seat, Ophelia could feel her heart pounding with anxiety, and the anxiety only grew as she heard the new few words that came out of Tan's mouth. Continue reading at empire

"T-the Mistress! The Mistress from the Maze is here!"

'What the fuck!?' Was the thought rippling through every mind who knew exactly what kind of monster Tan was talking about. But why was she there? Only with time will they find out.