NOVEL NEXT 47. Contract with Manticore
Contract with Manticore
In the end, Emery had to perform excellently and say that he had exorcised the demons that were in the canteen, when in fact the imps only stopped messing because of the pressure of the manticore, and now they followed him like good little children.
Emery had to receive compliments and compliments from the other priests who wanted to make friends with him. However, Emery behaved in a reserved and mysterious manner, then he left and claimed to be a little tired and that the priests should be his witnesses when the superiors arrived to learn about the riot in the Canteen of Matteo Abbey.
"Dear brothers, you know what you must and should not say. Be careful with words, as superiors may feel uncomfortable that demons appear on our sacred ground," Emery said with a tone that could be understood that there was something behind his words.
The priests suddenly felt fear and everyone nodded anxiously, it's not as if they didn't know that if the church didn't like the truth, that the organization would eliminate the witnesses.
"I just did what a good priest should do, but these poor spirits to transcend. The god of light is benevolent and always protects the weak and lost creatures" said Emery with his serious face, adding the sacred energy that seemed to emit from his clean and delicate skin, he looked like a saint.
The priests soon took Emery's idea and after a few minutes of deliberating, they decided they would tell another version of the facts. Something like dissatisfied spirits who needed to be purified to ascend the heavens, that kind of nonsense. That was far better than saying that demons were on the sacred ground of Matteo Abbey.
They cannot be blamed for omitting this fact since they were just ordinary priests. They had no high fame or status in the church hierarchy, they were the people of the base, and they could be silenced easily.
"Thank you, brother... How should I address you, brother?" one of the priests asked if he felt grateful. Emery's face that was covered by the hood couldn't see much, just his pretty, red lips.
"Can you call me Yago and your brother?" asked Emery out of courtesy, he didn't even hesitate to lie. He just hoped there wouldn't be anyone by that name in the church.
"Oh, so we have the same name! That's a fortune that several generations of my family have blessed me with such a fate of meeting a brother as powerful as you!" said the priest excitedly, his chubby cheeks swayed a little when he panted surprised. He was a relatively chubby priest, but he looked adorable.
His short blond hair, this priest appeared to be young in his early 20s. He had beautiful green eyes and a slightly paler skin than normal, which revealed that he was not a priest who was going to do field missions. He could be a teacher or a research priest, some priests stayed in libraries transcribing books from antiquity.
Emery cursed mentally upon hearing the response of the cute, blond priest, who reminded him a little of the Cherubim he saw painted in the Sistine Chapel in his rare moments of extravagance as he traveled to Europe.
What bad luck! The only name he could come up with and by chance someone else already had it!
Emery just got serious about the real Yago's casual commentary. Then he can only insist on leaving because he had other commitments. The priests were reluctant to let go of this powerful exorcist, but they also couldn't force that person to stay with them.
Moments after Emery left, exorcist priests, a bishop, and an administrator arrived on the scene. The real Yago and the other priests had to explain what happened, or at least lie bravely before their superiors.
Meanwhile, Emery went to the square a few feet from the canteen and hid behind a large thick, leafy tree. Emery used his sacred energy in his eyes just so he could see the demons.
This he pulled from the memory of the original Emery Darcy, which was a rather interesting idea, but almost impractical. The person had to have high control over their energy, which would require a lot of training time.
Well, the luck of the current Emery is that he didn't even have to try hard in this case, since it became something natural for Emery Darcy's body. Of course, he didn't know how long he could keep this sacred energy in his eyes, so he had to be quick.
"Oh, I also have to use sacred energy in my ears," thought Emery returning to focus again, so he could see and hear the manticore.
"And then?" asked Emery quickly. As he said this, he looked around the square garden, hoping to find a hidden person. Of course, he expected to see Giovanni waiting for him.
However, Giovanni was not there and this made Emery worried. Something could have happened to this novice, they were still in the middle of the original plot when Giovanni being severely punished with whipping and being thrown out of the abbey. For this reason, Emery had a bad feeling when Giovanni was not around.
Even if Emery thought Arabeth might not "attack" Giovanni, for some unspeakable reasons, there was still the danger of Father Rutger attacking again.
Well, Emery knew Father Rutger shouldn't act since he thought Giovanni was unworthy of any thought after abusing him the night before. So, there was no reason for Father Rutger to strike again, returning to attack only 20 years later.
"There's no one around if that's what you're worried about," said the manticore, understanding Emery's actions as cautious.
Emery Darcy sighed and tried to calm down, first, he would settle this matter with the manticore, and then he would look for Giovanni. He couldn't lose the MC like that! Oh, what would he do if the MC died suddenly?
Would the world be destroyed? Could he still change his future?
"I'm going to start," Emery said, remembering that he just needed to draw some blood and let the manticore consume. He took a long, sharp needle from the space bag and pierced his index finger from his left hand, blood began to slowly come out and the red drop fell toward the lawn.
Of course, it wasn't on the lawn that that drop of blood fell, but I float into the mouth full of sharp teeth of the manticore.
Emery waited with anticipation, although he must know that nothing would happen and that the manticore would probably die while taking his blood.
However, something strange happened in Emery's hand. He felt a burning in the back of his left hand, it wasn't very painful, but it wasn't something comfortable either. It's similar when your hand stays too long in the sun, that was something easily bearable, but it bothered you at the same time.
When Emery looked at his hand, a strange tattoo was forming on his creamy and smooth skin. The shape of the tattoo was not defined yet.
"That..." Emery panted surprised, but he didn't have time to worry if his body would be invaded by demonic energy, and he would explode in the process, as a terrifying roar sounded in the small square.
Emery's midnight blue eyes focused on a manticore, right on what was the manticore. In place of the imposing legendary chimera, there was a mass of blood with a blue flame around it.
“This is?” Emery said frightened by his soul almost coming out of his body so scared that he got.
Well, Emery didn't know what to do, he had never made a contract with a demon before, what he knew about the book was very complex and not as simple as that. He also had no idea that his blood would turn the powerful manticore into a bag of flesh and blood.
He thought that if things went wrong, at most, the manticore would turn to dust or be sent back to hell. What's with the appearance of the bloody, frightening slime?
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