Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 453 Life Is Full Of Chaos

As the teleportation was completed, Erika was met with a topless Reina staring at her from her bed. Clutching her blanket tight, she seemed ready to swing a fist at any given moment but held back from doing anything. Simply laying there with her toned abs and round breasts exposed, she barked at the priestess.

"The hell are you here for? I thought you guys didn't need me anymore!" Ever since she was dropped back in Athenia, her anger hadn't settled and it reflected in her fiery gaze. She wanted to get back at the party in some way but didn't realize her anger was misplaced by yelling at the priestess. "Also why the fuck are you in my bedroom?! Get the fuck out, you perv!"

Clicking her tongue at the suggestion that she would be aroused from looking at another girl, Erika scrunched her nose and retorted before looking away from Reina.

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"I'd rather sit on a chair made of thorns than feel anything down there from looking at another girl–" Before she could finish, however, her eyes laid on the spirit from the lighthouse standing by the door. "What the hell? How did you get here?"

Staring blankly at Erika, the spirit for a moment wanted to choke her out for taking the opportunity to see the demise of the false heroes away from her, but with a shake of her head, the spirit shrugged that thought and decided to tell how she ended up here.

"Who are you talking to?" Asked Reina, unaware of the spirit's presence.

In the meantime, Erika was busy listening to the girl and how she decided to touch Raven while he was teleporting the blacksmith to get out of that damned lighthouse. At first, she hadn't expected it to work since no matter how much she tried, she was bound to that place, but feeling a pull on her very essence, she found herself teleported away.

No longer bound to any place for whatever reason, she was staying close to the blacksmith since was a recluse sort and wasn't as surrounded by people as Moxy was while working inside the inn.

"An anomaly..." Erika whispered, assuming that the rules of nature were probably bent when the spirit teleported with Raven and the two girls.

"Fira!" With the clock ticking over her head, she burned those ants before quickly checking on the desk and the locker.

The desk was empty with a small note pasted inside its top drawer. It was a brief message to his wife–the head priestess who'd offered Erika's sister nuns to the devil. It read...

'Burn the books, my love...'

The man who'd helped perversion spread, the man who'd aided the vampire by ignoring his presence, the man who was slaughtered by an angel for his misacts towards a child–he was gone, and so was his wife, and with them, they'd away whatever it was that they were trying to hide.

"SHIT!" Erika cursed her fate, her voice thankfully trapped within the walls and didn't disturb Rowen, Ray or Tanya's child. Quickly turning around and writing a rune on the locker, Erika made it repeat the last action taken upon the item–but in reverse.

As the locker finally opened, she expected it to be empty, however, to her surprise, there was one dusty book still lying inside. Taking it into her hands, she brushed the dust off and opened it. Just looking at the first page with the title, she was left aghast.

Written in the archaic that only proficient magic users could read, the word 'demon general's revival' popped up inside Erika's head. She couldn't exactly read it, but the words simply made sense to her just as any other magic spell would.

In her hands was the book detailing how the priest had helped Vlad in his attempts to revive his master, but more than that there were instances of potentially problematic individuals listed inside those pages. But before she could sit down and read, Erika knew it was time for her to return.

'I really hope I find a familiar name inside at least.'

Still hoping that there was some information about the orphans or at least the hero's party inside the book, she decided to teleport back to the island and read it when she no longer had to stare at those mimics or worry about time.