Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Loki’s Stinky Cock!

Chapter 379 – Loki’s Stinky Cock!

"We lost the little boy," the voice said.

Impossible to tell which of the four had spoken. They stood as one, and the voice echoed as one.

"To think Aeron was defeated. By a kid, no less," another voice cut in, clearly a woman’s, an obvious sneer running through it. "Didn’t I say to send me instead of him? I would’ve already had the boy in hand."

"You would have killed him, you mean."

"Better that than let him slip away," the woman retorted. "How easy do you think it was to get White to set all this up, right under that woman’s nose?"

"Killing the boy is our last resort, Melinda," the first voice cut back in, harsher now, leaving no room for argument. "Our goal is to reclaim the Dragon Eye and know the Refinement Process. We need him alive. Alive, Melinda. Understood?"

Melinda didn’t answer. She only clicked her tongue, muttering under her breath that the others were simply too scared to kill Cassius.

Not just because of his master, but because of his family, the Desdemona.

But Melinda wasn’t afraid. If anything, she was itching for a real fight with them. She’d been kept on a leash by the sect for far too long since arriving on this continent.

She was growing sick of staying idle.

Then another voice joined in, rough as gravel, as if it belonged to a man who’d taken up smoking before he was even born,

"Now, now, now, let’s focus on what actually matters, dear friends," he said, tone jovial and amused. "Aeron’s mind is completely shattered. It’ll take time, and no doubt plenty of cursing and beatings from the master, to fix him. How did that happen?"

"You already know the answer, Swindler," Melinda snapped. "Cut the bullshit."

"Just want to hear it from you, dear friends. Just want to hear it," Swindler replied. "But if you won’t say it, I will." He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "It means the boy has a bond with his patron strong enough that she was willing to sacrifice this much, for just a few seconds. That’s dangerous, dear friends. Very dangerous. We’re strong, sure, but we’re no gods."

"And the goddess’s authority wasn’t the same one we witnessed during the Entrance Test," the first voice cut in. "Which means the boy’s gained a second goddess."

"Two blessings?" Melinda echoed, her tone strange. "I thought only the Chosen One could hold that many blessings."

"The Chosen One?" Swindler laughed. "And who’s the Chosen One here, dear friends, I wonder? Our little boy, Cassius Desdemona, holder of the red dragons’ legacy? Or our lovely Emrys Stormblessed, born beneath red and blue moons, a night that might never come again?"

"Swindler, we don’t have time for your jokes today."

"Who said I was joking? And come on, Melinda, are you still sour about losing your last stash of red gold? I already told you, it wasn’t me."

"I’ll kill you. Mark my words."

"Killing a 21-year-old man as a century-old grandma—!"

Melinda moved. A hammer, blazing and coated in red stone, so massive it briefly blotted out the sky as she lifted it, appeared and swung at Swindler, standing at the very end of the four.

But the blow never landed; Swindler ducked with a giggle, the space above him shuddering, wind howling as he dodged it just in time.

"Now, now, now," he giggled, stepping back, hands raised in mock surrender, black nails and bangle on full display. "It’s not that serious, you know? Truly not. Tell you what, let’s settle this with a game instead, grandmother—! I mean, Melinda."

"I will—!"

"Let’s get a few things straight before we go any further," the first voice cut in, carrying a weight that made both Melinda and Swindler realize their captain wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

Melinda shot Swindler a look of pure murder from beneath her hood, and Swindler simply smiled, waving back cheerfully.

She clicked her tongue and put her weapon away. Not for the first time, she wondered why they’d recruited this little bastard in the first place. He hadn’t even graduated from the Academy yet.

’Maybe that’s exactly why. A forgettable-looking man, always overlooked. And yet the most talented youth I’ve seen outside the Golden Generation, since Moonlight,’ Melinda thought.

She hated Swindler, but the man was absurd.

He always looked impatient, forever cracking jokes. But to hide this much talent, this much power, right under the dean’s watch...that was no small feat.

A feat almost no one would ever notice.

Melinda shook off the thought and refocused on the situation at hand, as their captain’s voice picked back up.

"The boy has a second blessing. His fire and blood abilities have somehow transformed into plasma. I also sensed something resembling a concept, in Aeron’s wounds," the captain said, and the other three fell into heavy silence. "All of it suggests our information is outdated."

"It was a mistake to leave this to White," Melinda said. "He’s the vice dean, watched too closely by Octavia. He can’t possibly have gotten accurate information."

"Then who?" the captain asked, and all three of them turned towards the fourth, Swindler himself.

He shook his head immediately. "Nope. I solemnly refuse to get anywhere near Cassius! Gods, have you seen that man around the Academy? Insufferable!"

"What if we let you gamble again?" Melinda offered.

"Tsk. You think I’m that easy—!"

"For a whole week," the captain added.

"I’m fucking in. Loki’s tiny cock, I accept!" Swindler nearly dropped to his knees to worship his useless god right there. Nearly. He didn’t, of course. That god could suck his own cock for all Swindler cared.

The other three watched him, still not entirely sure why they’d ever recruited this man. Not a day went by they didn’t ask themselves that.

"Knowing Cassius, though," Swindler said, straightening back up, voice a touch more serious now, "he’ll still go on the mission. That boy’s arrogant and prideful. He won’t accept failure. We can find him easily enough."

"Then who’s walking into this obvious trap the Museum has laid out?" the captain said. "I can’t. I need to get Aeron back to headquarters before the damage to his mind becomes permanent. Melinda, you’re out; you’d kill the boy, and we need him alive."

"Tsk," she cursed.

"Can’t be me either," Swindler raised a hand. "I’ve been away from the Academy far too long already. Need to head back. I am student, dear friends. And frankly, I need a break!"

At that, all three turned to the last member of their group, the one who hadn’t said a single word this whole time.

"Loki’s stinky cock, this woman and her vow of silence, so annoying, dear friends," Swindler commented.

"Respect other people’s beliefs," Melinda hissed at him, then added, "But yes. Rather annoying."

The woman, bound by her vow of silence, simply looked at them and said nothing.

"Will you go?" the captain asked.

She nodded.

"Where’s your disciple, by the way?" he asked next. "He could’ve gone with you."

The woman made a series of hand signs, and everyone but Swindler understood.

"Oh, he’s waiting somewhere else? For what? You don’t know? Sigh. Just go get the boy, then," the captain said. "Do whatever you need to him, short of killing him. He can even be at death’s door, doesn’t matter. I want him alive or, worst case, dead within three hours. That’s our window to revive him."

The woman nodded. And as if some unspoken agreement had settled among them, all four hooded figures vanished, Aeron carried away with them.

...

"We’re still going," Cassius whispered to Meadow, who was giving him a very clear ’let’s just turn back’ look.

His arms were fully healed by now, and only 45 minutes had passed. After everything he’d endured lately, his pain tolerance had climbed to an almost absurd level.

"It’s dangerous, Cass!" Meadow hissed, pink eyes narrowing, making sure only he could hear. "And I’m not saying that for my sake, or theirs, I’m saying it for you. They want your eye!"

"I know."

"They won’t give up. They’ll keep coming after you."

"I know," Cassius repeated, feeling steadily better as Nourishment, along with Meadow’s potions and artifacts, kept working. "But we can’t turn back now. We already told Sarah about the mission. She is ready."

His sun-like eyes glowed dangerously. "We can’t call it off just because I got attacked. And now that we’ve lost them, the only real chance they’d get to reach me is by intercepting us during the mission itself."

"That doesn’t exactly make me feel better."

"Others might come for the artifacts too, and things could get chaotic," Cassius smiled. "So we just adapt as it happens. This time, we were blindsided and paid for it. Now we know what’s coming. We prepare accordingly."

Meadow studied him for a long moment, then shook her head, finally seeing, in real time, the exact stubbornness Isolde always warned her about.

A dangerous kind of stubbornness. But there was nothing she could do about it. She certainly wasn’t going to leave him to face it alone, so all she could do was grit her teeth and dive into the chaos beside him.

’Queen have mercy,’ she prayed.

"If that’s what you want, I do have some good news," Meadow said, glancing at her phone, heart heavy. "I know where we are."

—End of Chapter 379—