Terror Thirty-Nine - Slice

Terror Thirty-Nine - Slice

Terror Thirty-Nine - Slice

You only have one? I ask.

The salesman nods. He has a small smile on. Its the sort of smile people who have to deal with customers wear while thinking about how long they still need to spend working. Just this one, he says.

I twist my lips left and right while staring at the statue. All the other gods and goddesses have neat statues. Theyre in simple poses, looking regal or god-like, with little details etched into the stone.

My moms statue depicts her as a large three-headed dragon-thing, though there arent any wings.

Now, last I checked, Mom only had the one head, and she wasnt scaly, so I cant say this is a very accurate statue at all. Are you sure this is supposed to be the Dark Goddess? I ask.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

That is how she looks, yes, the salesman says.

According to whom? I ask. No, nevermind, Ill take it.

Wonderful! I must admit we sell few depictions of the Dark Goddess.

I sense rather than see Felix step up next to me. That must mean this ones not worth much then, she says.

I blink in confusion until it hits me. Shes haggling. This is also not the most accurate statue I see here. It almost looks a bit... poorly made.

The salesman laughed. I can give you a discount, if thats what youre fishing for, he said. But only a small one because you three remind me of my favourite nieces.

Im not sure if I should be insulted at that or not, but Ill take the discount. He names a price, and I fish in my purse for the right coin to hand over, then the salesman grabs the little statuette, wraps it in cloth and places it within a small wooden box.

Thank you, I say as I take it. It has a nice heft to it, and the box will make for nice gift wrapping. All I need now is to find a bow to put atop it.

Felix, Esme and I peel away from the statue salesman and continue down the row of the bazaar. Why did you want a statue of the Dark Goddess? Esme asks.

I hesitate before answering. The fewer people who know about my origins, the better, and Im not entirely sure I can trust Esme yet. Sure, we share a bunch of hobbies in common, and someone who likes books cant be a bad person, but that doesnt mean she wont freak out about Mom. Dont tell anyone, I say, but my family all worship the Dark Goddess. Im a Disgust mage myself, though Im working hard to multi-discipline.

Oh, wow! Esme says. Thats uncommon, especially here. Are you from out east?

She probably means out near Caselfella, where theyre more lenient about Mom, but technically home is to the northeast of Montele so... Yup, I say.

I really want to travel one day, Esme says. See the world, visit all these neat and interesting places. Thats what Sempers archivists do, you know? They visit old ruins, ancient temples, and forgotten cities. Some of them bring back samples to Sempers temples and others just write down what they see, and if its considered an important enough finding, its added to the Great Archive.

You never know! Esme says.

The customer ahead of us half-turns. Its bean balls with sesame today.

That does sound good, I say.

By the time were next, Im absolutely starving. The smells and happy noises of so many people eating and chatting has me famished.

We buy six bean-ball skewers and then rush over to one of the seats nearest the fountain, where the splash from the water sprinkles down on us whenever the wind shifts.

Felix is incommunicado a moment later, too busy munching on her skewers even if it looks like every bite is burning her lips and tongue. She doesnt seem to care. Esme and I are slower, blowing over our meals and taking little nibbles.

Its as good as it smells!

This place is great, I say.

Esme nods. Sometimes the other librarians will give me some coins to run over here and grab food for them. They always know when the best stuff will be up.

Thats great, I say.

Then something catches my eye. A single person in the white robes of the Church of the Hero. An acolyte, maybe. Their hood is down, and so I can see their face from the side. Blonde hair, cut short, and bright blue eyes.

A girl? I thought that only boys were allowed, but maybe I was wrong.

Shes... familiar, though. But thats not possible; Ive never seen her. I know I havent.

Valeria? Esme asks.

Huh? Oh, yeah, these are good. Do they sell drinks here too?

Yup! Theres a Fear mage that sells fruit drinks with ice in them! No matter the season!

We should go there next, I say.

When I glance back, the girl is gone.

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