Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 427 The Devils And The Fairies

The mothers of fairies; their existence still a mystery to many gods, but that was no longer the case for Athenia. In her limited knowledge, she'd felt the presence of yet another deity, one far stronger than herself and yet bound by an inseparable power.

Had the matter of the witch hunter not taken precedence, she would've dug into the matter more, but for now, her probing of Nerva's body was forced to a halt.

'Fairies, huh?' Even so, staring at Will-O and the others resting inside the dead god's church, she couldn't help but wonder whose power the fairy used to teleport the entire party away from the Inn.

Not even Raven who'd seen the mother fae with own eyes understood the nature of the mystic creatures, and although Umbra was in his mind the mother of all dark fae, reconciling it with reality wasn't an easy task.

Drawn in by her curiosity, Athenia tried to probe into Raven's mind and see the mother fae with her own eyes. However, lacking the godly authority of the region, her powers refused to work on a land being plagued by the faith of a dead god.

"Nerva...What kind of secret are you hiding exactly?" As spoke, a sudden pulsing in her head gave Athenia a mild headache. Grabbing her skull, she squeaked in pain for a moment before slowly looking up at the ever-stretching darkness. "Pathfinder, you bastard."

She could feel his bind on her mind that prevented her from learning Nerva's secrets. Siblings the goddesses may have been, but the father wouldn't allow for a little bit of mingling.

"You dead fuck..." Shaking her head, Athenia returned her gaze to the looking mirror and continued to watch her chosen warriors closely.

Struggling severely from overexertion due to the mass teleportation, Will-O lay quiet in Liliyana's palm. Panting heavily through her lips with her eyes closed and her body running a fever, the fairy felt herself draining more and more with every passing second.

Her technique was bound to take longer than healing through pure magic, but the prolonged procedure was far superior in terms of effect and efficiency.

In the meantime, Liliyana checked on Amedith who appeared to have some shattered ribs, but beyond that, his shield had blocked most of the impact from the rifle. The fae instantly tried to heal him too, but to her horror, her magic just wouldn't work on his body.

"Wh-what?!" She blurted out in shock.

"N-not working? UGHH!" Screaming through clenched teeth, Amedith wasn't as surprised as Liliyana as his own healing had failed him as well. "A-after effect, of that strange aura, I-I can feel it messing up my magic to–AHH!"

Golding his sides, he flailed around on the ground. Holding him tight, Liliyana kept him lying straight on his back so he wouldn't turn on the broken ribs and make things worse.

"Stay still, please!" Liliyana yelped, her heart gripped with fear.

Seeing Amedith in such pain, she felt like crying, but given the dire situation with the others still struggling to come to their senses completely, she knew she couldn't afford even a moment of weakness.

'Who the hell was that girl anyways?!' Looking around at the groaning faces of the rest of the party, Liliyana couldn't believe that a single spell from that demi-human was enough to incapacitate the entire party. Not only that, she blew a hole through the entire building with a single shot of her rifle and now Linkle was left alone to deal with the monster all on her own.

Turning her head towards Will-O, Liliyana couldn't help but wonder why the fairy didn't teleport the witch alongside them. At first, she questioned if Will-O felt it was for the best to leave the girl's target behind so she wouldn't chase them, but there was just no way her godmother would do such a selfish thing.

Unaware that the hell's army had a great interest in preserving the witch, Liliyana would've never learned that Linkle was already teleported away by the devils while Will-O teleported the rest of the party. But with a flash of blue light appearing in the church, her concern for the witch would soon be put to rest.Nôv(el)B\\jnn