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Chapter 209: Wild Goose Chase

"Michael! We must leave!" Charlotte shouts from above him, but when he goes to refuse, he spots just how ragged she and Sylphid were looking. He'd thought they'd win with Loutiel gone, but apparently, they had other forces in the wings... Judging by the loud 'thumping' sound that sounds eerily like giant footsteps, perhaps Charlotte was right in this estimation.

He nods, "I'll grab them from the tent, protect us!" he shouts while throwing the tent flap open, revealing Charlotte's mother shivering and trembling as she tightly hugs her 'daughter' to her chest. On the other side of the tent is Tiffania limbing on one foot as she rapidly packs supplies, clothes, and other things into a pack that looks fit to bursting.

Most things he keeps in his inventory, but when setting up camp he can't have everyone always asking him for things, thus, he stores them in the tent... This seems to have backfired on them slightly however. He quickly ducks over to Tiffania and grabs the pack before slinging it over his shoulder, allowing the girl to lean her weight on him. "What's with your foot?"

"I-I twisted it, I think? It's fine though, don't worry!" she reassures, but Michael just shakes his head and holds her tighter.

"Come on, we need to grab Charlotte's mother and get outta here." he says, grabbing the now screaming woman's arm and pulling her over his shoulder. With that, he steps out of the tent and spots Charlotte raining down a hail of icy death on any soldiers who dared stick their heads out from behind the ice pillars around the camp.

"CHARLOTTE! LET'S GO!" he shouts, throwing his passengers atop Sylphid when the dragon approaches before hopping on himself. A few soldiers try to shoot them down, but Charlotte easily blocks these attacks as they disappear over the horizon.

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Five minutes later atop Slyphid, Michael is brainstorming/brooding over how the enemy knew where they were. The ambush made it clear they had intricate knowledge of their location, and it was quick enough that they were able to set an ambush incredibly quickly.

Quickly, Michael realises this to be Loutiel's doing, the man somehow manages to track them via whatever spell he'd put on him... Piece of shit. The only problem was, what spell was it, and where? He looks down at himself with an analytical eye, writing off his clothes as he'd been changing them fairly often, so that couldn't be it... Couldn't be Derflinger, as the spell was in place before he even acquired it.

It could be his daggers that he'd bought in Antomiers... But they were usually stowed in his inventory?... Hmm. He shakes his head and tosses them over his shoulder, allowing them to fall to the distant ground below. The daggers weren't valuable enough to risk everyone's safety on, so he was fine getting rid of them, even if they weren't the right answer.

...

It's then that a slight shine of light under his shirt draws his attention... "Of course!" he exclaims, palming his face as he pulls out the Fairy Trinket wrapped around his neck. This must be it, Loutiel had apt opportunity to place such a spell while Michael was in his care, but... The problem with that is that the Fairy Trinket was too valuable to throw away...

"What's wrong, Michael?" Tiffania asks as she rests her weight on his back, peeking over his shoulder and down at the trinket that had his full attention.

"I've figured out how we were tracked. Loutiel put a spell on my necklace... I think we need to find a way to dispel it." he grouses, scratching his head in thought.

"OOOooooh, my head..." Derflinger's voice trails out, the sword finally awakening, "Feels like someone lit a bomb in my face."

"You don't have a head or face, Derflinger... Still, you alright?" Michael asks, hoping there wouldn't be any permanent problems.

Derflinger tentatively clacks its jaw-thing a couple times before letting out a hum of affirmation, "Should be... I see you've cleaned all that rust off of me too! Thank you Partner!"

...

It was Loutiel's lightning that did that, but whatever. "No problem, I knew you were looking forward to it... Listen, you think we could use your magic absorption to dispel a tracking spell on my necklace?"

"Nope!" Derflinger instantly replies, sounding utterly sure of himself, "You can try hitting it with me, but that'd be like trying to cut a mountain to get at the minerals beneath! Even that dopey idiot Br-... Hmm?"

"Derflinger?" Tiffania asks, finding his sudden loss of focus strange.

"Yes, my angelic elf friend?" he eagerly replies, causing Tiffania to blush.

Michael chuckles, "Well, he's not wrong... But Derflinger, you were saying something and stopped halfway. This your amnesia acting up or something?"

Derflinger clacks his mouth-thing unsurely, "Er, I don't remember doing that... Which is the problem, huh? Whatever, not much I can do about it! Maybe I'm just getting old!"

Michael sighs, realising that Derflinger wouldn't be able to help with this issue, he turns towards the front of the dragon where Charlotte was both simultaneously riding and attending to her mother. "Charlotte, that white-haired prick put a tracking spell on my necklace, you know any way to remove it?"

Charlotte focuses on his necklace for a moment before shaking her head, "Can't, otherwise all magic will be stripped." she bluntly advises, causing him to frown.

Then what should he do? He wasn't sure if his inventory could block the spell so he either had to throw it away or...

Micahel grins, yeah, that might just work. Indeed, it might be better than just throwing it away. What's more, the thought of sending Loutiel on a wild goose chase was a marvellous one. "Charlotte, fly us towards the Germanian border."


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Chapter 210: Platitudes and Plateau's

One week later :

Loutiel seethes as he and his 'mercenary army' lose the False-Familiar's trail again. His tracking spell indicates that he and his group had hopped back on their dragon and fled further east two hours ago, giving him and his unmounted army no chance of catching up. Not to mention, the injury on his back kept flaring up, the stitches almost continually ripping due to how deep and long the cut is, as well as its positioning over his back muscles...

This past week had been an effort in utter frustration for both he and Matilda, chasing Michael and his group proving far, far more difficult than many had anticipated... Not only because of how fast they were, but because they were flying in and around the Germanian border, preventing him from bringing his full army to try and capture them.

While Germania might be at war with Albion, that didn't mean they wouldn't attack Tristain if Loutiel extended his forces too far into their territory. The Germanian's were never known for their peacefulness or rationality, they'd be very eager to capture him and throw him to one of their fighting pits if they got the chance.

This wasn't the only problem however, Princess Henrietta had ordered them to stop their search, ordering their forces to come back and defend the territory against Gallia... Loutiel disobeyed these orders, using his own wealth to bribe the Tristain soldiers to his side... Plus, it helped that none were eager to be on the front lines against Gallia... In their eyes, chasing a couple kids and an elf was preferable to dying on a battlefield against impossible odds.

Fortunately, things were looking up for Loutiel and his army. Judging by his enemy's movements, he had a fairly good idea of where they were headed... A couple miles into Germanian territory was the great desert, and just on the outskirts of this was a huge plateau, one with sheer cliffs that looked over everything for miles around... Gandalfr probably thought they wouldn't pursue them there, so Loutiel was happy to elucidate him to the contrary.

Sure, they did have to kill some patrolling Germanian men, but you couldn't craft a ritual circle without the blood of innocents... Most of the time. So he continued onwards until they reached the cliffs, his tracking spell revealing his target to be on the plateau.

"Come! We must scale this and prove to the traitor and the demon who rules these lands!" Loutiel shouts, looking to Matilda who huffs as she begins to create makeshift stairs out of stone in the cliff face, allowing most of the army to follow.

The sun was beginning to dip low by the time Loutiel and his army reached the top of the plateau, unfortunately, their enemy was already aware of them... Michael, Tiffania, Charlotte, and Illococoo were standing atop a rocky outcropping a good distance away from Loutiel and his army.

What surprised Loutiel though was the strange door behind them... It was like a mirror that displayed the Aurora Borealis, better known as the Albion Lights. That wasn't all, however, from it, multicoloured lightning occasionally crackled, licking the ground and air nearby but doing no visible damage.

Michael grins at Loutiel as he plays with and flips the Fairy Trinket in his hand. "I know you can hear me, you white-haired bastard." he says with what some might call an inside volume. He knew that Loutiel's mastery of the wind would allow him to pick it up, however, as Charlotte could do much the same. "I hope you've had as much fun chasing us as I have tricking you to run in circles. But I think our game is done. I don't know what'll happen to you or the rest of this world, but I'm pretty sure you're all fucked. And while I do want to kick your teeth in, I should be fine knowing that you'll die a long and painful death. I hope to never see you again, Loutiel, Matilda, but if we do, I promise that'll be your end." he states.

Loutiel's eyes widen as he relays his words to Matilda, the girl scowling as she focuses on Tiffania, who, while looking somewhat downtrodden, seems fine with leaving her anyway. "YOU TREACHEROUS LITTLE BITCH! IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME-URGH!" she groans as her oath takes effect, literally pulling the magic from her body temporarily.

Tiffania frowns, knowing by Matilda's gestures what the girl meant, even if she couldn't hear her. She was conflicted but knew who her friends were. Knew who needed her more. Knew who matters more to her. Knew what she wanted in this life. "I'm sorry." she simply says before turning to Michael, "Can we go? I don't think you should taunt them anymore..."

Michael nods, "Yeah, I just wanted to have the last word... It's a guy thing." he shrugs at the peculiar looks he was getting sent. "Ah, one more thing..." he starts, not believing he'd almost forgotten. He turns and raises his hand high, giving the middle finger to Loutiel, Matilda, and their army. "Go fuck yourselves!" he shouts before quickly linking arms with the others as they jump into the World Gate.

Loutiel's eyes almost roll out of their sockets as he sees this. He grits his teeth and summons as much magic as possible, using the heavy desert winds as a conduit as he launches a huge tornado straight at the door... Only for it to fade from existence not long after the group jump through it. "NO!" he shouts, dropping to his knees in exhaustion, knowing that his plans were more likely doomed now. He'd failed to kill Gandalfr, betrayed Tristain, betrayed Gallia, invaded Germanian lands... HE WAS FUCKED!

At least, it wasn't only him however. He glances to his side to see the now sobbing Matilda who was slamming her fists into the ground below, utterly mortified that she'd forever be bound by oaths she and her family had sworn... SHE'D BE FORCED TO WANDER THIS LAND TIL SHE DIED SEARCHING FOR TIFFANIA!

Their army just watches dumbfounded as their leaders break down. This continues for an hour, until the group notices from the top of the plateau a small Germanian army headed for them... Loutiel's tornado must've attracted their attention...


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