Chapitre 170: Still hunted

My body cooled, turning from lava back into slime, but I still didn't move until Pest broke the silence in my head again. 'I thought I was so dead. If the other guy didn't just decide to die, he'd suck me dry in a moment! Anyway, you gotta go outta here, Master. The Twelve—or is it the Eleven now?—are gonna be mad like wasps and on your tail.'

That much was true. I knew that my time in the mortal realm was limited when I first got here, but now the ticking of the clock was audible. Whichever ways the Twelve Bastards used to find me, what was stopping them from finding me again?

Still… it took Goddess of Wizards some time to get to me. Whether it was because of what I did to Aivena, or because she was just that slow, though, was a question I had no answer for. Damn! Willorio's curse could've told me that. Instead, he said all that stuff that would probably make Bishop ecstatic, but for me meant about nothing.

Well, almost nothing.