Chapter 490 - The tribe (4)

Trying not to get burned alive at this point, Eric mumbles. "Sorry for the disturbance lady Kashentis but I need your help."

"And who shall ye be for me to help? You're just a youngling, a newborn." Harshly projected, her tone is forcing flakes of dirt from the ceiling to fall down even.

But ego has to be pushed away now, because even as a dead soul she can kill everyone here. Therefore Eric elaborates, "A powerful woman has told me that you were the only one in history who could generate black fire."

Using the stretch of silence, Eric adds right after. "I as the new Electus and as the new Golden blood, have to generate black fire... or else."

"Or else? Is thou threatening me? The mother of fire?" Kashentis interrupts, not quite understanding what Eric meant.

Having it hard not to yell right now, under a muffled tone he adds. "You're the mother of fire, we all know that but you've slept for millenia and don't understand what's threatening the whole world right now."

It's hard understanding how the afterlife works, because this lady claims she has been awoken, while at the same time there are many dead souls roaming the earth, not to mention ghosts and spirits who have a whole different category.

It can be tricky but at least the young boy knows Mogranius enough to understand how spirits work.

"And black fire, my black fire shall help yee?" Lady Kashentis questions, genuinely confused for once.

One would think that the mother of fire herself would understand how powerful her fire blasting is.

Finally given the opportunity to cut to the case, the young golden blood cites. "Yes, black fire can destroy the portals. We're under attack by demons!"

Although 16 millennia old she does know what demons are, but yet she questions. "Demons exist?"

At this point she's portraying an atheistic image but who knows what religions existed in her time.

Fearing that this can go for the worst, Eric carries a forced smile, concerned eyes and rushes through sentences. "They exist, I killed thousands of them up until now but it's not enough... these ladies can confirm their existence if you don't trust me."

"We assure his words." The summoners echoed at the same time, although they don't know his kill count.

"Demons hmmm... Thou shall use sea water against them, yee will seek progress youngling." Well at least now she's cooperating in a way.

But more determined to get the boots, Eric states a fact. "It doesn't work, thousands of them got out of the sea, they don't even drown!"

Twitching her face, the overpowered lady adds. "The scholars in Kashentis' time were wrong if ye claim is true, these demons strike vigilant."

Immediately after, she sighs in dissatisfaction and adds. "You can get my boots but comprehend this, it's not for a child to play with Kashentis' boots, yee can be killed, yee can be striked by thunder."

"How can I get them without killing myself?" This is an important question to ask, the world can be swallowed if he dies getting these boots.

Her tone arising for the worst just because of that question, the lady recites. "Yee are not worthy, yee are weak child, weak! My boots carry 100 souls in them, can yee fight each soul? Can you enslave them like I did?"

Seeing those numbers as extremely small, he starts yelling out this time. "I have killed thousands of souls that stood against me and I can do it again, 100 souls are target practice for me!"

Understanding that this boy will die today, Kashentis just encourages it. "Good... go to my boots and present an offering and ye shall see who will die today."

Confused, cooling down a bit, he questions. "What offering should I make?"

"Fire." Kashentis utters under a mild tone.

Right then, the mother of fire herself disappears in thin air, faster than the eye can blink, gone!

After she left, the diminished campfire around them rises in just a few seconds, carrying a green colour just for a few seconds before it shifts towards the original.

Now, one of the summoning ladies interjects. "You are impatient, why did you upset lady Kashentis? She could have taught you more."

One thought ahead of these ladies thanks to the crown on his head, Eric cites. "The only thing she would try to convince me on is how weak I am, her not appearing and killing us all when I claim the boots, is good enough for me."

...

Getting out of the town, after hearing a bit of the mother of fire herself said, Qutalis utters. "Maybe it isn't the best idea to take you to the boots now my King."

Understanding where the geezer is getting with this, Eric instantly questions with an eyebrow jerked up. "So you think I'm weak?"

"I think you will die, we just discovered our King and don't want him dead." Greatest point today, the most reasonably projected as well.

Kinder for once, the old man also adds. "It's different to hear out my opinion and it's different to hear out the mother of fire herself. If she says that the boots aren't for you then what hope do you cling on?"

Using a grand point, the hard headed King cites. "Remember what the summors said, it's either die now or die later, I can't leave the continent in the hands of demons."

"You aren't touching the boots Eric, that's suicidal." Ada interrupts, tying her arm around his as they walk through the forest.

"Yes, it would be dishonorable for me to let you die, I took an oath." Rash adds, making a further point although tradition led.

"My King that's a horrible idea." Sekun adds as well, feeling obliged to respect royalty a bit more now since his whole race is respecting it.

Wanting to make something else clear, the young Electus weighs in. "If any of you can give me a better idea then I'd be happy to follow it, it's not like I want to die."

"You're not touching the boots until we find another way." Ada insists, clinging on the boy's arm a bit harder now. "I'm not giving you another option, you will do as I say."

The look she's carrying on her face forces Eric to giggle a bit, it's like that of an angry puppy's. But the young man can understand reason too in a continent where ignorance rages on the four countries.

So he finally gives in, "Okay little lady, I'll wait."

While in the background Sekun whispers to Rash. "Only the Queen can command a King."

Stretching a handful of words, Eric's tone elevates by a hunch. "I heard that."

"Shush." Ada utters, slapping the boy by the hand.

...

Finally reaching the monument, the first impression it has on the group is the fact that that demon lady described it well enough on parchment.

The monument looks older than time itself, but that doesn't necessarily shun down it's beauty. 

The most characteristic part about it is the tower it carries, it stretches around 5 meters till but it's too slim for anyone to climb over it, perhaps just a couple of feet wide.

Entirely made out of stone like the base on it's left, the base attached to it is somewhat shaped like a square and separates the ground only by a foot.

What that points out is that this monument doesn't have a dungeon underneath it where they can seek the boots of Kashentis at.

So where exactly are the boots? This is just a monument, a poorly shaped structure of stone, the base itself is just 4 meters wide and is covered with moss.

It's not pretty and we can excuse that because this monument is over 16,000 years old but we still can't disclude the fact that the boots are not here!

"I don't see the boots." The young Electus points out the obvious, giving Qutalis a suspicious look.

"You will soon, don't act like I killed your mother." The old man answered, not realizing how many layers of emotions he touched.

Ada however is facing the effect of touching the Electus on his veins, Eric's just taking his rage out by unwillingly tightening his arm inhumanely around Ada's.

2 years ago this would have left a terrible wound but she has been taught the Mantek martial arts from Alia herself, this art is Kastarian by origin but at this point it's proving like a barricade, respectively what's keeping Eric stable.

In his ear, Ada whispers. "Calm down, we need them."

The monument itself is about 300 meters away from the town, it's fair to say that these people kept a distance from what they can't understand, the monument is easily older than this town.

Just now, the group notices something foul and Sekun decides to point it out. "What's that smell?"

"That corpse." The old man states, pointing at a bush.

They don't see a body, only a foot sticking out of the vegetation but a point is well proven as the body portrays a completely scorched view.

It's skin is broken off, torched black in colour as if throwing a human in a fire.

Thankfully proving as saints for once, the geezer adds. "We started guarding the monument 10 years ago because people kept touching it and kept dying."

Turning around to face all of them, he questions. "Summoning the boots won't kill us but are all of you sure about seeing them?"