Mr. Skelly stretched his hand out and grabbed the scroll his subordinate was offering him. The blue flas in his eye sockets flared when he recognized the seal belonging to Henry VIII. Did the king fall for it? Did he believe the pope was capable of smiting Tafel? If the pope was that powerful, would he have had to run away from so many peasants? At least, Tafel wouldntve had to. With a chuckle, Mr. Skelly peeled back the wax seal and unfurled the scroll.
Tafels coming! Mr. Skelly said after he finished reading the paper. His chuckle turned into a laugh, and a grin broke out on his face. At last, hed have soone whod appreciate his jokes and mostly harmless pranks. But when will she arrive? He actually had no idea how long itd take for Tafel to arrive. Theoretically, itd only take her a single day with a portal, but since a day already passed for the letter to arrive, then there mustve been sothing stopping her from directly teleporting to him. Mr. Skelly narrowed his eye sockets and rubbed his chin. He paused and turned around. Eh?
The word didnt even get a chance to leave Mr. Skellys mouth before the wall and window exploded. He was thrown across the room from the impact, but his skeletal body remained intact. However, his trusty subordinate wasnt as lucky. The relatively smart skeleton had been blasted into pieces, its joints so mangled that it would be impossible to put it back together without lots of glue. Mr. Skelly raised his head, trying to see past the dust and powder that had been kicked up. A figure towered over him, and a fierce neigh greeted him.
I told you to stop! Whyd you jump and kick down the wall!? The towering figure separated into two, one falling off the other, and the dust cleared away, revealing Tafel and a brown horse. The demon was glaring at the smug horse; it still had traces of wind magic circling its body, especially concentrated around its hooves. You think youre great becauseoh. Tafel blinked and turned her head, finally noticing the skeleton staring at her. Is that you, Mr. Skelly?
Mr. Skelly saluted. Yep, its . Long ti no see, Tafel!
Tafel raised an eyebrow. Are you really sure its you? Usually, youd try to trick soone into believing they were talking to an inanimate skeleton. And then Alice would punch your head off.
Well, Im just happy to see you, Mr. Skelly said and grinned. Its the first ti Ive been able to have an actual conversation with soone. Giving orders to damaged undead and convincing holess n to sing just dont feel the sa at all.
What did you do to holess n? Tafel asked and furrowed her brow.
Lets not worry about that, Mr. Skelly said and cleared his nonexistent throat. More importantly, what are you doing to holess n? He gestured towards the man behind Tafel. The man was tied to the horse and lying face down on the floor. His clothes were in tatters, and his hair was sticking in all directions as if he had been thrown through a tornado.
Tafel glanced at the unconscious man behind her. Hes not holess. Hes a king.
Mr. Skelly raised his eyebrows, his eye sockets contorting. Is that Henry VIII?
You recognize him?
No, but I figured it was him, Mr. Skelly said and grinned. Did you know he was planning on having the pope smite you with the power of God?
What? Tafel narrowed her eyes, but Henry was unconscious and couldnt see it. Wait a minute, Tafel said. How did you know he was going to do that? This is the headquarters of the church. What are you doing in the place the pope should be? She looked around, her head swiveling from side to side. Wheres the pope?
Mr. Skelly blinked twice, his eye sockets closing and opening. Why do you sound so concerned about the pope? He ran away when a mob of citizens surrounded the church to demand food after singing. Mr. Skelly raised a hand. Before you ask, no, it wasnt my idea. Due to circumstances not within my control, the pope was forced to flee, and since he left, I decided to warm his seat while he was gone.
Youre dead, Tafel said and rolled her eyes. You dont have any body warmth. Lets not ruin the world too much before we leave, yeah?
Right. Lets not ruin the world. Mr. Skelly stared at Tafel. Then he stared at her so more. He stared until her face turned pink from a little bit of guilt and hypocrisy blossoming in her chest. After a pregnant pause, Mr. Skelly cleared his throat. So, have you found anyone else?
Tafel shook her head. Youre the first person Ive found, she said. I know where Alice is though; well, Im pretty sure its her.
Eh? I barely raised a ruckus, and Im the first person you found? Mr. Skelly scratched his head. Arent you slacking?
Hey! Its not my fault, Tafel said and pursed her lips. Besides, I think we might not have entered the world at the sa ti. Theres a legend about a red dragon, but it dates back to a thousand years ago.
You think that legend was about Prika?
Tafel nodded. I could be wrong, but since Ive learned about it, I decided to take so aggressive actions. Im going to conquer the whole world; that way, Ill find the rest of our companions in no ti as long as theyre in the sa era as us.
Mr. Skelly scratched his skull. And what if they arent in the sa era as us?
Tafel bit her lower lip. If they arent in the sa era as us, Ill have to trick Prikas sister into thinking weve all been located. Once she teleports us back, Ill find Auntie and get her to help us. Thats what adults are for, right? To solve the problems that we cant?
Gyah! Henry VIII scread. What did you do to the pope!? Youve killed him and turned him into a skeleton! His eyes widened and rolled upwards, revealing only their whites.
Tafel and Mr. Skelly stared at each other. Mr. Skelly shrugged.
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