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Chapter 38: Quick Thinking

Emery didn't know what to think when he first saw the mongoose dragging the giant sack along. It had burst out so fast that neither of the guards even had time to react after it passed them.

Eventually, all instincts kicked in, and when the mongoose was close enough to him, Emery reached forward and placed everything within his Pantry.

Citro jumped onto his shoulder as soon as the weight was gone, his fur bristling against the chef's nervous and sweaty skin.

He really wanted to scold the scoundrel, but their circumstances hardly allowed for that. Igor and Owain had recovered from the initial distraction.

Half of the mission was complete. Now for the second half…

Run away!

He tapped into all the energy he had within his body and turned around to dash into the hallway at the side. Footsteps followed, a little slower. Or so he thought.

"Where are you going?" a voice called out from in front.

It was Owain.

Emery didn't even see when the guard had circled around him to get to the front. Was this an example of Class Eight speed?

There was no time to ponder that.

He switched out the ladle for a working knife quickly, then sliced down on the large guard.

Multiple cuts appeared everywhere, but none seemed to touch the guard. Owain gripped his axe even harder and frowned from under his helmet.

"Pitiful skills. I almost feel embarrassed to take your life now. But unfortunately, you've stolen from the boss. I can't let you live,"

He cut down with the large axe, and a black arc of energy flew out and slammed into Emery's knife. It was a lot like Konnor's attack, but the chef was prepared for it. He coated the blade with the green energy and struck back at the same time.

BOOOOM~

A brilliant burst of light shone out and sent them both flying backwards.

Emery skidded back, just several metres away from Igor, who had cornered him from behind.

Front, back. There really was nowhere to go at this point.

He brandished the blade and put a single foot forward. Sparks of darkness appeared around the blade. It wasn't quite like the green aura, but it was something else. Born from a skill.

"Ha!"

Darkness Razor Knife!

The blade struck out against Owain. Multiple dark slices appeared in the air, wrecking the entire decor of the hallway in less than a second.

Owain… blocked it all.

"You really don't learn, do you?"

No, he didn't. If he ever learned, he would have refused this mission as soon as it was brought up. Reconnaissance and thievery weren't his job speciality. This was a very poor mistake on his part.

But what would regretting even do to help in this situation? Emery looked at Citro, who tensely stared at the events.

"I know you're tired, but help me out with something, Citro!"

The mongoose nodded, then flew off the chef's body. A blazing yellow light appeared around its body. The furry thing weaved over the blade and onto Owain's face. Then, with the force of perhaps the strongest scratch in the world, sliced down multiple times at the area below the helmet.

"AAAARGH! FUCKING RODENT!"

Small inconvenient wounds were often the worst kinds. Emery took advantage of this and cut outward with his own blade. The green energy around him extended to the blade, then formed a slightly larger ethereal figure around it.

"HA!"

It was a clean strike that precisely landed where Emery wanted it to. Owain's left arm, which had been unguarded the whole time, came off and landed on the ground. That made the guard far more aggravated than before.

Owain fell to the ground, screaming and clutching at his missing limb.

If Emery was correct, then it would earn him some time. Well, at least if he managed to deal with Igor in time.

And that was just what he planned to do.

"Citro, again!"

Igor smirked and raised both arms in an 'x' position to block most of his lower body.

The mongoose shot forward with the same yellow glow as before, but…

"EEEEEEEP!"

It ducked down and scraped right on the unguarded crotch area.

"My- My balls.... AAARGH!"

Blood dripped down from the holy area. Igor fell to the ground, eyes white and mouth-frothing from the pain.

Emery smirked and ran past the collapsing guard. Did he really think they would do the same thing again? Citro jumped onto his body and high-fived him just as they moved.

After the past few days, he'd gained an invisible connection with his summons that even he couldn't explain. They knew what he wanted them to do. He knew what they needed him to do.

Sometimes battles didn't need overwhelming strength to be won. A little intelligence and trickery went a long way. His greatest tool as a chef was the ability to improvise.

Anything could ruin a dish. Anything at all. A good chef would be able to improvise himself out of the situation. The same thing could be applied to fighting and fighting techniques as well.

Recipes were there to help, but if you couldn't cook outside the recipe then it would be difficult to an extent.

He quickly found himself approaching the front entrance of the courthouse.

Finally.

This mission was a pain to go through and perform. It was a miracle that he survived so far in the first place. Hopefully, they would be able to leave as soon as he came out. While silently making those prayers in his mind, they finally reached the entrance.

"Here we are, Citro!" he yelled excitedly.

He looked back from time to time, just to make sure that the guard duo wasn't following him, but luckily they weren't.

He quickly rushed through the door and found himself on a different battlefield than they left it.

Konnor faced up against two very familiar suited men. Elyn was cornered by grunts on all sides but was still not letting up.

"Come on, Citro. Let's go help them," he said.

But…

A voice interrupted. "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

It was the same muscular lady that clashed with him when he first tried to enter here. Amelia.

She wore a satisfied smile, then held both fists in front of herself.

"I've been waiting a while for you here. Let's finish this,"


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Purple_Midnight Purple_Midnight

Second chap will be a bit late or not come at all today. I hope it isn't the second, but classes are beating my ass and four chapters a day is not helping matters lol.

Chapter 39: Final Stretch

His first reaction was to step back a few metres at her presence. He was in no state to keep fighting, not when there was such a visible path to escape right in front of him.

And the drain also wasn't very visible, but it was there. His energy depleted slowly but surely. He didn't think he'd be able to go into a clash with a Class Eight while keeping his energy intact.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She grinned. "The moment you turn your back on me is the moment you'll fall to the ground, unable to fathom what happened to you. Wrists aren't the only bones that can be broken, you know."

He absolutely resented her tone, but he could do nothing in this situation.

Amelia continued, "Not to mention. The injuries you inflicted on them were probably superficial. One step into the wrong hall, and you're a goner."

Emery sighed. She was right. Igor was probably in gut-wrenching, soul-crushing pain at the moment, but someone at his level would be able to shrug it off after a while.

Owain, on the other hand, was in a bad state, but he could probably ignore the pain of losing an arm. As long as he wanted revenge, that was. And chances were, they wanted revenge.

Citro curled back nervously, mirroring the emotions that Emery was trying to keep hidden from the lady.

"That's a cute rat you got there," she pointed out.

"It's a mongoose."

Her fists came up once more, and she positioned them above the earth. She looked straight at Emery and Citro as she spoke her next words.

"I wonder who…"

Then, without waiting any further, slammed both fists deep into the earth.

"...asked?!"

BOOOOOM~!

A massive explosion emerged as soon as her fists connected. The ground broke apart and began caving in from the steps of the large courthouse. All the debris and the earth in the area slid towards the giant pit, Emery included.

'Shit!'

He looked around for something to hold on to. He couldn't run back or go forward.

There was no leeway for him to escape properly. So he could fall to his death now, or run back and surrender to the two guards, eventually suffering a far more brutal death.

His answer was…

'Fuck all that!'

All rationality flew out of the window in those next few moments. He backed a few metres back into the courtroom, then dropped into a running pose. 

"Eep?"

"Hold on tightly, Citro. I'm going to be doing a bit of athletics here,"

"Eep? Eep! Eep!" 

Realization gradually set into the mongoose then it sunk its claws deep into Emery''s jacket flesh. He ignored the searing pain, taking it as a wake-up call, then looked fiercely at the target. The woman in front.

There was only one thing that separated them. And that was a giant pit. No matter.

'I refuse!'

He tapped into a little bit of the energy, activating the Energy Circuitry skill, then took off into a quick dash.

More speed. He needed more!

The edge gradually grew closer, but he couldn't stop moving. Not now. Not at all!

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he jumped forward.

Several things happened in that brief second that he was in the air. Citro's claws pierced the layers of his skin, drawing blood. The woman widened her eyes, not expecting him to have done what he did.

More importantly, the adrenaline within him reached its peak.

"HAAAAAAAA!"

And then…

BANG!

CRASH!

He slammed into the side of a newly formed cliff, grabbing onto the rocks and debris jutting out. The adrenaline was wearing off, allowing him to think far more clearly than before.

He couldn't let Amelia catch him here. He needed to move before that.

The spikes he supported himself with cracked the longer he hung on to it. Even here he was given two options to take.

'I don't intend on dying anytime soon!'

Emery looked around, everywhere but down, then finally pulled himself up. He flew several metres into the air above. It was quite a risky move, seeing as the debris could have given in with that slight pull, but luckily it didn't.

The battlefield from his vantage was something else to behold. Chaos, death and destruction. Konnor still fought Carlos' two right-hand men, and Elyn was still cornered.

She looked up briefly as if sensing someone's presence. They briefly locked eyes, causing her to let out a smile of relief. It didn't distract her though, she returned to her battle, attacking with even more ferocity. Fighting to escape the encirclement.

His bird's eye point of view ended then.

Emery landed on the ground, stumbling. As soon as that happened, all the adrenaline wore off.

He could hear his parent's voices yelling and screaming.

'What exactly were you thinking?!'

"EEEEEP!" Citro echoed them, despite everything.

Truthfully, he didn't know at this point.

Amelia broke him out of these thoughts a second later.

"Impressive. I thought you'd take the sensible route and just die by falling. But you just had to choose the harder method, huh?"

He glared at the red-haired woman for a while, then dropped.

Right, this was a battle. He couldn't forget that. He reached into his pantry and pulled out the knife. Its blade was bloody. He would have to burn it afterwards, but let this be its last fight.

"Now you're talking, pretty boy."

His brows narrowed slightly, and then a green energy enveloped his body.

"All right, bring it."

. . . . .

*Meanwhile*

Hemp looked toward the other man. Chris had both arms crossed. They looked out of the glass outward in the distance. The ruckus was visible even from where they were.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this," he said.

"Yeah."

"I only told him to retrieve that thing and test the boy out. This is unprecedented,"

"Should I go put an end to it?" Chris asked.

"Don't make yourself visible. If you do that, we'll have to explain a lot. So fix it from a distance. Anyhow you can. We need their support, so don't mess it up."

Chris nodded. "What about the tide?"

"We'll tell them about that. In fact, that's exactly what we'll do. Make it snappy and clean."

"Understood, sir."

The man turned around, and then walked towards the door, finally leaving the dark-haired boss alone.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Purple_Midnight Purple_Midnight

The book has been contracted to webnovel and can now receive gifts/golden tickets. I appreciate everything up till now and I'd be glad if you could support me after the chapters are locked or even now. Second chap coming soon.

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