Capítulo 121: Remember everything
The dinner was held in the central hall of the main palace, where the Amazons had dragged several huge tables with a lot of food, from a whole boar roasted on a fire to exotic salads. There were a hundred people at the wake (as it turned out, they were), and I'd already seen most of the beauties, since they'd all either been involved in the artifact rescue from the beginning or had joined afterward, helping their sisters get to the city.
There isn't much to say about the wires themselves, unlike their sequel. It was rather bleak at first. The warriors knew the dead very well, which was not surprising since there were one thousand eight hundred and twenty-four Amazons living on the island. Some villages had many more inhabitants!
On the other hand, literally the entire population of Themyscira has already returned from the other world and is well aware that death is not the end. And, thanks to the goddesses, there is an illusory chance to be reborn right on the island among the sisters. So, after a couple of cups with local alcohol, which managed to penetrate even my strengthened organism, the surrounding girls became a little cheerful. There was pleasant music in the hall, dancing couples appeared, and conversations somehow smoothly flowed to the topic of the upcoming competition for the title of the toughest warrior and the future of Themyscira. Although Steppenwolf had left the island, it would not be long before he would discover that instead of the real artifact in his hands, it was just a skillful fake, which meant that the Amazons would be attacked again.
I wasn't bored at this celebration of life, either. Ismem was nearby, and I struck up a conversation with her, continuing to discuss spells and significant events in the outside world. The librarian had been trying to communicate more with Harley, feeling a subconscious dislike for me, but by degrees she had thawed a bit, forgetting she was talking to a man. Even the best of the best are hard not to be influenced by the crowd, and here you are literally hundreds of years of telling that the opposite sex is almost the embodiment of evil and those more moral freaks, capable only of destruction. Over a cup of local ambrosia, the exchange of knowledge was great, and I was even called a proper woman when I managed to teach Ismem the firefly spell. It didn't sound like much, but considering the difference in cultures and the amount I'd had on my chest, it was a great compliment and recognition. In addition, it was not worth forgetting the peculiarities of the locals, which made it necessary to adapt the weave to a different type of energy beforehand.
The bodies of the warriors produced simply a huge amount of prana, and this was not done by chance. As far as I could understand, listening to the dark-haired beauty and correlating all the available information from the books I had read and the System's briefs, a healthy, happy and sincerely believing follower produces many times more ba-hion than one who has any problems. And simply the goddesses did very competently, literally creating a loyal flock for themselves. Yes, there were few women on the island, but each sincerely prayed to their patrons, and also had a strong body and no less strong soul. Add to that immortality and you get excellent batteries. It sounds so, but in this case the relationship is more like symbiotic, not parasitic. The latter is sometimes practiced by small pagan gods with demonic natures. They literally drink their followers to the bottom, giving the survivors small handouts in exchange.
But back to the spells. It was difficult to translate the prayers into the weaves I was familiar with, as well as to adapt the spells to use prana as the main energy, but two inquisitive researchers could find another option. Spells don't have to be created with mana alone, you can always go the original way, using your own blood or prepared salt. Prayers were much more difficult, but in addition to them, the Amazons had some cool life energy-based buffs, which is an incredibly interesting and promising topic. Leroy, on the other hand, was more about internal sensations and lots of practice. Amazons, of course, did not avoid this, but they are "around" and ready to share their experience in this area.
As I watched my charming companion concentrating on trying to create a weave based on the repurposed pattern, I couldn't help but notice how it was constantly trying to spread out under the pressure of Qi, due to the lack of mana in the base. And something about this situation reminds me of something. Harley also has some problems with creating outward-directed spells. No, she can cast something relatively simple, like a weak illusion, but she's having trouble with healing magic, and she's having trouble with attack spells. There was a reason my assistant decided to focus on metamorph magic instead of something more colorful and spectacular, which would have suited her personality better.
Speaking of my faithful companion. While one green-haired gentleman in a Hawaiian shirt was getting acquainted with the secret knowledge, the blonde was not bored, surrounded by the attention of tipsy warriors. And it's not surprising. Compared to the Amazons Harley was petite, in addition, she had a cute appearance, athletic figure and pleasant roundness. And the unusual color of her hair, a little bit of gold, should not be forgotten: it even more distinguished her favorite against the background of her surroundings. In short, there were five statuesque, tanned beauties hovering around her sitting on the sofa, offering various dishes and listening with interest to the stories about the outside world, which they were not interested in before.
***
~♪ Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp ♪
Outside the window, some freaky bird was singing, whose chirping echoed in my head, giving me a terrible migraine.
"Shit, water..." I ask in a hoarse voice.
The sunlight, as if on purpose, broke through the translucent weightless curtains and reflected off the mirror hanging on the wall and began to shine directly in my face.
"Mh," I moved sluggishly, avoiding the sneak attack, and suddenly found a hand on me, followed by a foot.
It really hurt to think, the thoughts were turning heavy stones, causing an uncomfortable feeling. Was I drunk?
When I opened one eye, I realized that the extra limbs belonged to some tanned beauty with cool purple hair, and I was in a huge bedroom decorated in Greek style. The only thing that was out of place was a smoked cauldron on the wall, standing on some kind of pentagram. On the king-sized bed with me lay two other snoring drunken bodies belonging to some models, and the third, with blond hair, was completely wrapped in a heavy blanket, turning into the equivalent of a caterpillar. I gently ran my hand over the perfectly tanned, velvety skin of the nearest beauty, checking the reality of what was happening.
It doesn't feel like a dream... Damn it, why can't I remember anything! Alcohol is evil!
Wait, what am I thinking? Harley's gonna be upset if she finds out that I've been having fun with a few chicks without her... Harley? Harley!
My mind finally kicked in, removing the question of identity, and I realized what a delicate position I was in.
As luck would have it, just at that moment the door to the room swung open, revealing a squad of armed Amazons led by Artemis.
There was a pause. The warriors looked at their sleeping sisters in surprise.
Logic told me that nothing good was going to happen now, so I grabbed my beloved wrapped in a blanket and jumped out the window with her. Already in flight, I finish the weave and start to move away from the city, which has become dangerous. Despite the status of a guest, Athena can personally descend from Olympus and tear something off me for my own edification. And the most frustrating part was that I couldn't remember last night, except that it had been fun.
It was hard to run through the air, and I even had to reinforce the glyphs to stop them from cracking under my feet. And that was despite the fact that I gave a small reserve of mana, thanks to which I managed to keep up a decent pace. Eh, I didn't need any problems with magic again. And the worst thing is that even if I had switched the charas to diamonds, the speed of tactical retreat still leaves much to be desired. At this rate, we'll hardly have time to escape, if the Amazons wake up and send a chase... But no, if necessary, no chase will be needed.
One of last night's episodes flashed through my mind.
***Three hours before a fatal mistake***
As soon as the banquet was over, Hippolyta and her closest companions went out to the balcony with the huge brazier burning on it. After a relatively long prayer over some long box, upholstered in age-darkened iron, a dewy bow and a large arrow, more like a beach umbrella, were extracted from it. Both items were handed to Antiopa, who was present on the balcony. Bowing deeply, the warlady set the tip of the umbrella on fire from the blue flame of the brazier and shot it somewhere to the east. According to Ismem sitting next to her, the artifact should reach Greece itself (eight and a half thousand kilometers, by the way) and light the altar in the temple of the Amazons, warning the whole world about the imminent invasion of Darkseid. Ordinary people, of course, are unlikely to understand what's going on and take the signal fire for arson of a historical object, but there is Diana, who must react to the damage to her heritage and understand the encrypted message.
***
So why am I bringing all this up? The answer is simple: if I have to, I can be shot, even if I go to another continent.
When I realized the threat, I realized that it was urgent to get to my island and perform the purification ritual, destroying the auric traces, but I had to speed up. With a heavy sigh, I began to shake the bundle vigorously, trying to wake up my beloved, who was still asleep.
"Sunshine, wake up. We gotta get outta here now!
"Mm-hmm," the shrouded girl moved sluggishly.
"Come on, come on, cast a move, we'll talk later," I said to the cutie, while unraveling the blanket.
As soon as I pulled back the edge of the blanket, I found the sleepy face of a librarian whose hair had been dyed a familiar golden color.
"Ismem? I thought the weight was a little too much. Even the platforms had to be reinforced! - I exclaimed happily, realizing that my magic was fine. I realized that my magic was fine, because of yesterday's overexertion, I was likely to have problems with my shells again.
"What did you just say about my weight? - The drowsiness was gone, and now two brown eyes were staring at me, trying to burn through me.
"I was just speaking figuratively! You're the perfect weight, and you have a great figure, and your swordsmanship is so good," I said with a look of delight, continuing to shower the girl with compliments and not letting her think about what was going on. - Besides, you are also incredibly smart. Your knowledge of ancient history is amazing. And how cleverly you were able to master an alien school of magic, being able to adapt a couple of weaves for a different type of energy, and this I do not mention about your cool idea to replace the magical ingredients for the color-changing potion! - I said on automatic, and once again my brain was generous with a small portion of memories.
***An hour before a fatal mistake***
Harley is napping at the side of a half-naked Ismem, gently tousling her golden hair and admiring its unusual coloring. I'm sitting next to her, giving a relaxing massage to a languid Astarte, though the original purpose was to feel the movement of someone else's prana with standard amplification. With a giggle and a snap of my fingers, I change the color of my hair to gold and then to my favorite purple.
"You have to teach me! - A moment later, the librarian is on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing, but I'm thinking about the local buffs right now.
"You have to brew a special potion... a potion made from special ingredients with a magical nature, I don't think there are any on this island, eek...
"Are you sure there's no spell? - The girl had clearly become more emotional after drinking, so her face was now expressing sincere sadness. - You told me that you could transfer any effect to runes.
Astarte pulled her head off the pillow, listening to the conversation with interest.
"Not there, it requires elemental mana, taking into account the low efficiency of preob... preob... Anyway, I can't do that even with diamonds," I try to get out, pressing my hands right into the warrior's chest. Gently.
"What about using my energy? I have plenty," she covered my hands with hers in a prayerful gesture, and her eyes glistened with moisture.
Damn, that's really cute, but a happy smile suits her much better. My consciousness, spurred on by the drink, the fun memories that boosted my concentration, and the girl's words, suddenly throws up a simple elemental module with a couple of add-ons to pump it full of prana. Naturally, in real life, things are much more complicated. Magical plants and animals don't just possess a single element. There's a whole unique mixture along with auric imprints, which is hardly possible to replicate on your own, but the color change potion is relatively simple and you can try to ignore some of the impurities, bang more neutral mana, and at the same time prana amazon.
"Ha-ha-ha, you're right! It's gonna happen!
The life energy surged, creating a primitive frame inside my body, and I was already hovering over the girl. She doesn't even have time to be indignant, but I've already slid down to the floor, and I reach the fleeing corner, plunge my folding knife into it, and begin to quickly carve the necessary runes.
***
"It's really admirable," I finish my thought after a second pause, realizing at the same time that the increased weight is due to the disconnection of the additional feeding of the spatial pockets where the corpses of the parademons are located.
During the monologue, I galloped back to the palace, spotting Harley surrounded by the Amazon women who had arrived. I could tell by their tense looks that things weren't going well.
"And don't forget the fact that you're the only one on the island interested in the big world... So I apologize. In Maledictionem Aranea Telarum," I finished my speech with a magical activator.
Ismet's eyes widened in surprise as I rushed inside the room and threw her right into the guards. The girl's body had been rolled with a modified anti-fall weave and adhesive charms, so the improvised projectile flew into the crowd and successfully stuck most of the warriors.
"In the name of Athena, what are you doing?! - Artemis, who was leading the squad, elegantly sidestepped the roll, successfully avoiding being caught in the net, and now looked at her friends floundering on the floor in surprise.
"Uh, aren't you here to execute me? - I asked, cautiously, creating another spell to destroy the auric imprints. No one canceled the mega-shot halfway across the world, so it should be difficult to use it.
"Why?
"Uh, because I'm a man? - My stalled brain refused to come up with a more normal assumption, given the atmosphere. Logic said that something serious had happened, but my gut said that everything was normal, and no one was going to lynch anyone yet.
"We wouldn't do anything like that, you're a guest of the island," she shook her gorgeous red hair. - Now, don't distract me. The Mother Cube began to glow again, and unfamiliar runes flashed on its surface.
"Ha ha ha, then what are we waiting for? Let's go! - Showing a little too much enthusiasm, I picked up a frantic Harley and kicked open the door and ran out into the hallway.
"To the right! - Artemis shouted. - We need to go to the northern vault.
"Got it! - I'm making a hundred and eighty-degree turn, correcting my route.
"Mr. J., what was that all about now, anyway? - The blonde asked, wincing at the headache. Heh, I wasn't the only one who'd had too much to drink.
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?
"Mhhn... Vaguely... I think we were drinking on a bet and then I got knocked out.
"I see... I think I had sex, but I don't remember a thing," I shake my head dejectedly.
"Hmm," the blonde nuzzled my neck, sniffling amusedly. - It doesn't smell like sex," she said after a few moments.
"Then..." the memory was finally generous with one last fragment of recollection.
*** Five minutes before a fatal mistake***
"Well, I guess, eek, it's ready, shi-shi-shi," I giggled merrily as I stirred the rainbow brew in the cauldron I'd brought from the kitchen. But originally it was just water and diamond powder.
"Great, what do we need to do? - Ismem stood beside me, swaying slightly and expressing excessive enthusiasm. And that was despite a decent expenditure of energy, comparable in volume to my five full reserves! And most of it was prana.
"Dip the head. Just have to test it on a test subject first.
Our gazes crossed at the sleeping Astarte, who couldn't wait for the sacrament to end.
Thirty seconds and now there's a hottie with groovy purple hair lying on the bed, a little more time and the librarian also has a gorgeous multi-colored hairdo.
The girl's eyes were filled with delight. A moment later, I was hugged tightly and kissed on the cheek.
"What now? - Her voice had a pleasant huskiness to it, sending shivers down my spine.
"Now go to sleep," I replied with a happy smile and plopped down on the bed with the Amazon hugging me, falling into sleep almost instantly.
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