Lady Seraphine and Lady Imra exchanged glances, before Lady Imra smirked, "If you think you can take our alcohol, be our guest."
"Lady Imra is a pure bred alcoholic." Lady Seraphine chid.
"Ah ah ah. We are demons Lady Seraphine, everything about our existence is ant to consu."
"Even your alcohol?" Arella asked with a teasing tone in her voice.
"Even our alcohol." Lady Imra confird.
"Good to know." Arella took another sip of her tea.
Lady Seraphine tilted her head slightly, her expression getting serious, "Before we move on to other matters, your majesty, I have information with regard to the fabric you brought the other day."
Arella stopped chewing, and even Lady Imra’s face grew serious. "What did you find?" Arella’s voice hid the anxiety she felt. The human king had not been of much help, seeing as he also did not find anything pertaining to the fabric in the human realm.
She was sure that no such fabric could be manufactured in the angel realm.
"Nothing," Lady Seraphine finally said.
"Nothing?" Arella echoed, "What do you an nothing?"
"I had all my rchants do an inventory search, and every fabric we have in the archive, anything that could possibly be connected to the material." Lady Seraphine did not et the queen’s eyes and her entire deanor seed to fold in itself. It was obvious that she was disappointed in not being able to do the queen’s task.
She pressed her lips together in a thin line, waiting for the queen’s response.
Arella frowned slightly, before picking up her tea cup once more, "I guess that ans we have to look for other answers to this conundrum. I would appreciate if you continued to assist , Lady Seraphine."
The demon lady’s head perked up, and she bobbed her head up and down, like a check that was pecking on rice. "Of course, your majesty." She went silent for a few seconds, before speaking once more, "I can continue to do a search. The thods may be unconventional, seeing as I will have to send spies to the underbelly of the demon realm."
Lady Imra’s eyes widened, the only indication of her surprise at Lady Seraphine’s words, "You an to send them as spies to the commoner’s?"
"Nobles tend to only look for the good things in life. Such a rough fabric like the one the queen showed to us will most likely not be accepted by nobles. You should know that just as well as I do."
Lady Imra rubbed the space between her brows, "It is unsettling though, coming across sothing that none of our rchants, or even black-market traders have knowledge of. It is almost as though it appeared from nowhere."
Arella tapped her fingers lightly against the table, deep in thought. "That worries as well. I absolutely abhor not being in the know." She admitted. "However, fabric does not simply appear out of thin air. Soone wove it. Soone traded it. Soone brought it here. Although it is coarse, it looks to be skillfully made, which ans that there are people who have perfected the making of this fabric." She thought of the rough cloth that the demon King had shown to her. How, its strange silver-blue fibers caught the light in an unusual way.
Lady Imra cut in, "And yet, there seems to be no record of it anywhere."
"Perhaps we are not looking in the right places," Arella countered. She curled her fingers around the delicate porcelain of her tea cup. "We need more information. Do any of you have any connection with fabric makers?"
"I do." Lady Seraphine raised a hand slightly, "however, their thods are all modern. If the fabric is old in any way, then the making process might have been lost."
"I have connections with so old fabric makers." Lady Imra added. "I can send a letter once I arrive ho, and give you so feedback in a few days. Although, we might need a few days for them to bring so sort of feedback."
"It will be better than nothing."
Before any of them could voice another thought, a sudden, loud piercing ring shook through the garden. The teacups clattered against their saucers, and the delicate glass teapot nearly toppled over with the force of the ring. Arella barely managed to grab it in ti, her heart hamring against her ribs.
It felt as if the air around them had shifted, as Arella registered foreign energy seeping into her system. Wind whipped around them, from the sky, and the only thing that protected them from the sudden onslaught was the little gazebo they were seated under.
Arella imdiately snapped her fingers twice, and with a hum, her staff appeared in her hands.
Echo, her ever faithful Shadow Hound, appeared with the shadows, his large figure sprinting towards her. He barked just as a large arrow flew towards Arella’s figure. At that mont to Arella, it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. She could clearly see the arrow, and her eyes darted to the direction it had flown from, landing on a figure in the path that led to the rose garden.
It was as if all had stopped at that mont, and all she could see was the material of cloth that the man wore over his shoulders. It was the sa blue hue, the sa rough looking texture, the sa discordance with all that she knew.
The world went silent, as she felt the answers so close to her reach, so close that she could taste it on her tongue.
Then, as quickly as the world went silent, it rang back up again, and she acted quickly, using her staff to smack the arrow away, "Echo!" She shouted the shadow hound’s na.
The creature did not need any more words from Arella, and within a few seconds, he had captured the man by the scruff of his neck. Almost imdiately, golden characters appeared at the top of the man’s head.
Arella was sure that they might be letters of so sort, it was like a tingling surety that passed through her. However, she could not read the said letters and so she looked away from the intruder and back to the two ladies who were with her.
The two of them had also acted as fast, slower than Arella had, but fast enough, and had pulled out weapons of their own.
Lady Seraphine held a pair of curved daggers, each gleaming with her demonic energy. On the other hand, Lady Imra held a large broad sword, which Arella was sure was much larger than she was. Their weapons had runes drawn on them, which made the demonic energy on them even more potent.
The ease of their grip on their weapons made it obvious that they were accustod to fighting and were ready to spill any blood necessary to ensure their survival.
Arella grit her teeth and tightened her hold on her staff, her gaze shifting back to the captured intruder. Her halo bobbed up and down in an unusual manner. Echo had the man pinned, his massive dark paws pressing into his back, but the man made no sound of protest. Instead, he struggled against the weight of the hound, eyes flickering between them as if trying to figure out sothing.
In fact, Arella realized, the man was not looking directly at them, but above their heads. Arella looked above her one head, trying to figure out what the man was seeing that she was not seeing. However, she could not see anything that was odd or peculiar.
She looked back at the man.
His entire figure was strange for the demon realm.
Although he was tall, he had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes that suspiciously looked black. A demon never had any light features, but their eyes were always dark, and on the other hand, angels never had any dark features. Even the eyes of an angel tethered on the light side, with light colored hair and irises.
Therefore, the only reasonable explanation was that the man was a human. However, he felt nothing like the humans Arella had gotten used to seeing over the years. That was saying a lot seeing as she had stayed in the human realm for a hundred years, and in that ti had seen a lot of different races of humans.
It was nothing about how he looked, rather more about how he felt. His energy did not feel right, and it made a shiver run down Arella’s spine with just being in close contact with him.
It was unnerving.
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S/T:
The human intruder: (Looks up at the numbers above Arella’s head) (Thinks) She is a monster! I just had to fall into the clutches of the final boss. (Cries internally)
The source of this c𝐨ntent is freewe(b)nov𝒆l
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