Chapter 567: The Wall

Chapter 567: The Wall

“Brittany...” Remi uttered quietly while looking at the blonde’s minced remains in disbelief at what just happened. Remi had no affection for the blonde, but even so this was just too sudden.

“Casually adding another one to your long list,” Samira said and lifted her arm, pointing the palm of her hand at Brittany’s remains. A red and black misty aura emerged from the mangled corpse and flew toward Samira’s hand.

“It was self-defense,” Mary shrugged while Samira absorbed the aura directly through the skin of her hand. “You’re the one that let that white rodent loose so take some responsibility yourself!”

Samira took her top hat and reached into its bottomless darkness once again.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

“Fine! Bring it on!” Mary shouted and got into a combat stance, summoning a fiery magical sword once again. “About time you got brought down a peg!”

Samira scoffed and made another pull out of her top hat. This time the head she pulled had no hair. Samira had to sink her nails into the scalp of the big, fat head to pull it out of the narrow opening.

Meanwhile, fiery wings appeared on Mary’s back and grew in size along with her sword as Mary prepared to strike down the next summon as soon as it was finished.

The head of the summon was squashed unnaturally as it came out of the hat; combined with the lifeless eyes it made for a ghastly sight. Slowly, it took shape as more and more of its body was pulled out of the bottomless hat. The size of the pulled naked body was preposterous; its fat layers already hit the ground before it even was half-way out.

“Oh... Gods...” Remi recognized this summon too. The only comfort was that since he appeared out of the Harbinger’s hat meant that he was no longer among the living. But that comfort paled in comparison to the horror of seeing her morbidly obese captain naked. “Captain Grizwald?”

“Oh, no!” Remi gasped.

Grizwald’s body was completely unscathed by the fire, except for the fact that he no longer had a head. But just when Mary noticed that fact, Grizwald strained himself like he was a bout to make a dumb and his head popped back up where it used to be. Lifeless eyes, flat expression, but otherwise unharmed.

“His many layers of fat provide for an absolute defense,” Remi said. “His head is his only weak point. His offensive capabilities might not be as high as Captain Flavna’s, but he has never been defeated in combat.”

“If he came out of Samira’s shitty hat, that means he was defeated, because he’s dead!” Mary shouted.

“Hut be careful of his grease,” Remi warned Mary.

“His what?” Mary looked at Remi.

“Grease,” Remi repeated. “In the depths of his folds Grizwald secretes his fat and emulsifies it with sweat, creating a grease so potent that it paralyzes upon contact from sheer disgust.”

While Remi explained, Grizwald swiped his hand between his belly folds, pulled out a greasy lump, and instantly flung it at Mary with great speed.

“Huh—?” Mary looked just in time to catch Grizwald’s grease with her face.

“UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”