Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 442 No Time, This Time

Three seconds, he was late three seconds more than he intended to. Washing up in his bucket at the shore, Razor looked at his stopwatch. Three seconds late, another enigma added to the current timeline. However, caring neither way he lifted his head and began marching forward to find a place to dine in.

'Those guys can probably wait a bit, must be busy taking care of the possessed Lamia anyways.'

With those thoughts, he headed for the inn–but upon arrival, he was quickly reminded why that wasn't a good idea. Destroyed beyond recognition the booty and barrels was a shambling mess, and the food inside had either rotten or rotting just like the corpses left inside the building.

Even so, instead of moving on to an eatery, he wandered through the ruins, going around and kicking corpses for a pulse. Already informed of their demise, however, he wasn't really trying to check if they were alive, but rather if any of them had enough time to make a deal with some devil. When none moved, Razor gathered their corpses inside a single room and set them ablaze.

Picking from the air a not-so-neatly rolled cigarette, he lit it from the burning pile of corpses before taking a step back and just watching the smoke rolling out from the shambling corridor. Breathing smoke and letting it out, Razor reminisced over his soldier days. Serving a god as fodder, as a vanguard expected to die when the first arrow was sent his way, were far from pleasant memories, but ending Chronos by his hands and eating his heart away in the end, made it all worth it.

"That reminds me..." Pulling the stopwatch out of his jacket, he looked at the chronograph that reflected the current time. "They should be done by now, I should get moving."

Placing the watch back into his jacket and then taking a deep hit of the cigarette, Razor started to move once again. However, while passing through the torn rooms, he couldn't help but wonder about the fox-girl.

'I wonder how these guys will fare against her as a party.'

And by the time he arrived, everyone had retreated inside the church and left the camp vacant. Afraid that Libyan might try to possess Maine again, Erika had advised the group to remain inside the place of worship no matter what happens for at least a few days. But as Razor walked up to the shut door, things were surely about to change.

Knocking on the door he waited patiently until Raven opened the door but only after peeking from a small gap in between the doors did he invite Razor inside. Seeing him again, Liliyana and Amedith quickly walked over to him. Left in Erika's care, Maine was still fast asleep and mumbling, which kept the rest frozen in place even though they wanted to move as well.

"You again..." Her eyes beamed happily yet her eyebrows squinted in confusion, Liliyana stared at Razor. "How do you always find us?"

"Well, I saw a massive spider in the ocean and guessed as much," answering with a smile, he moved closer to Liliyana and placed his hand on her head. Brushing her hair for a moment, he noticed Amedith's jealous gaze before pulling his hand away. "Anyways, I'm glad you're doing okay. The last thing I want is for any harm to come to you or any of you, real–"

Hearing a sudden click from his stopwatch, Razor's eyes widened and his words were cut short. Quickly turning his head to Raven, he reached into his pocket and brought the stopwatch out of it.

"Enough talk, you guys need to leave this island," his words made little sense, yet the sense of urgency in his eyes instantly had everyone on edge. "I won't be staying here too long, so I can't help you more than warning you."

Clicking the stopwatch, he stepped closer to the group's leader. Looking him in the eye, Razor took a deep breath and said sternly.

"You have to leave for Elanavia and inform the queen about the Aranuvian fleets arriving on this island. You have two weeks to secure this island for your goddess before it's pulverized by the witch hunter."