Chapter 532: A little harsh?
Gleobem was writhing in pain on the ground.
~Seth! The connection is finally back!~ Puffles called out to him.
~Mom!~ Tatzel exclaimed.
鈥淧lease, I give up! I already dispelled the illusion!鈥?the satyr cried with bulging eyes and twisting goat ears.
Right, it was about time for the finale and to take his prize. Since he had won, his demonic ballad came to an end.
鈥淭-this has truly widened my horizons. Hehe, please take my panpipes.鈥?the satyr mumbled.
He had tears in his eyes. Was Seth more talented than him? That wasn鈥檛 the question. The satyr realized that skills didn鈥檛 matter if the other just beat the crap out of him. His music had been beautiful, but vain and empty without any power.
鈥淲hy would I take your pipes? No, no, no, I鈥檓 taking your most valuable possession, as per our agreement,鈥?the demonic bard said with a cold smile as he crouched down beside him.
鈥淲hat o you think of becoming an instrument yourself? Wouldn鈥檛 that greatly further your horizon?鈥?he asked as he grasped the satyr鈥檚 head.
He didn鈥檛 have a lot of chances to get his hands on classes that were not combat-oriented. After all, he could hardly go around town and harvest the citizens of Delta. That was why the satyr鈥檚 soul was very enticing.
鈥淩elax, you are just paying your due.鈥?the minstrel鈥檚 face paled. The blacksmith鈥檚 gleeful smile seemed almost demonic.
鈥淲-Wait! What do you meeee-鈥?Gleobem鈥檚 words cut off as Seth harvested his souls with the help of the Wraithguard.
The soul of a wandering minstrel that used musical skills and illusion arts to rob unsuspecting wanderers. It has a good affinity with nature and great skills in illusion magic and music. >
If he got his hand on more souls like this, wouldn鈥檛 he be able to make a whole band for himself?
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Apollo didn鈥檛 look so good and gave the three tricksters an angry look.
鈥淚 knew you were crafty Hephaestus and I did not expect any better from someone like Seth鈥?but even you Hades?鈥?he asked crestfallen. They had tricked him.
鈥淚 have no idea what you are talking about.鈥?Hades shrugged his shoulders remorseless. Persephone beside him couldn鈥檛 help but chuckle. Her husband didn鈥檛 often get the chance to show his playful side.
鈥淵ou deliberately hid the fact that he was also a bard!鈥?Apollo accused, feeling wronged.
鈥淏rother, it was meant as a surprise.鈥?the messenger god tried to calm him
鈥淓ven you, brother?鈥?the god of sunlight asked exasperated.
鈥淥h, c鈥檓on, Apollo. Don鈥檛 act like you are upset. I saw you grinning when he used music to take apart the satyr. You liked the performance.鈥?Hephaestus teased him with a mischievous smile that could not be hidden by his voluminous beard.
Apollo had an inherent sympathy toward musicians and he never like the guts of satyrs who had a habit of challenging the skills of the god of music.
鈥淭h-This and that is totally different.鈥?Apollo pouted.
If he was honest, he couldn鈥檛 say he hated little blacksmith鈥檚 guts. Although he was a little too mild for the god鈥檚 taste. After all the other three had shown him, he had actually grown some liking for him. Seeing him be talented in music, even if it wasn鈥檛 the one he preferred, was just the icing on the cake.
But even if they didn鈥檛 lie, they had definitely hoodwinked him and there was no way he could admit that he liked the blacksmith at this point. He wouldn鈥檛 give them the satisfaction of praising their favorite after what they did.
He had wanted to give the blacksmith a challenge and watch him suffer to try and learn an instrument or singing. Now Apollo realized that they had led him by the nose, to make the challenge easy because their little champion already knew music.
Most importantly they had made a bet! Apollo was confident of winning against a blacksmith, even if he had a bunch of weird golems. Even if he knew magic. But seeing him perform music shook this confidence.
The god of sunlight was sulky, but there was nothing he could do at this point. Knowing they had planned all this made it just more aggravating.
鈥淏r-Brother鈥︹€?Hermes tried to talk to him.
鈥淣o, I鈥檓 not in the mood to talk now. Especially not with you. Even you kept it a secret.鈥?
The messenger good looked a little guilty but he simply couldn鈥檛 hide his smile. He was serious, but couldn鈥檛 help starting to laugh in the end.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, Brother. But your expression when the blacksmith started to belt out in song was just priceless!鈥?the young man chuckled.
The blacksmith god and desert god joint him.
鈥淚t really has been ages since I saw you like that,鈥?Hephaestus added.
Persephone also chuckled, but for a different reason. The others may have thought Hades stayed calm, but his beard was not enough to hide his smile from his wife.
One might have thought Apollo would feel shamed, but after listening to their merry laughter for a while, he finally joined it himself. It didn鈥檛 happen often that they played such innocents prank on each other and he realized, that this wasn鈥檛 so bad.
Bet or not, this was all entertainment. He would gain nothing by acting all grumpy. The god decided to enjoy their peaceful get-together instead. He pulled Hermes in his arms and furiously rubbed his golden locked head in revenge.
鈥淯rgh, brother!鈥?
鈥淭his is your punishment for lying to your big brother.鈥?he laughed.
Seth and Hephaestus couldn鈥檛 help but let out a small sigh of relief that Apollo actually ended up appreciating their prank. Things could also have gone the other way around. Not all Olympians were mature enough to take a good-natured joke for what it was.
The rest of the cinema, the hidden figures in the rows behind them, were creeped out to see Olympians laugh together in harmony. It was very鈥?counterintuitive.
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鈥淲asn鈥檛 that a little harsh?鈥?Ceres cawed, landing beside him.
鈥淏eating him and taking his soul on top. Are you going to put it into his own panpipes? You start reminding me of Forgebrand. 鈥?the bird asked slightly berating.
鈥淗ey! Who asked him to live the life of a robber. It鈥檚 even stated in the description of his soul. How passionately do you have to be about robbing people, that it becomes part of the information on your soul?鈥?Seth justified his loot and packed up the satyrs body, too.
鈥淔ine, fine. I will follow from the sky again.鈥?the bird said disinterested and go back into the sky.
Although he justified his actions, the bird鈥檚 words made him ponder. Was it a little harsh to take someone鈥檚 soul for trying to rob him in broad daylight? Back in the day, he would have just beaten the daylight out of the satyr.
But what if he went back to robbing people afterward? That would have been his responsibility.
Seth pondered about this for a moment, before storing away the soul and summoning Puffles.
鈥淟et鈥檚 hurry and get to Dawn,鈥?he said and mounted the nightmare centipede.
It was a difficult topic to think about and Seth made the executive decision not to think about it for now. It wasn鈥檛 the time to be stuck in a moral dilemma. He could make the resolve to be a little more responsible about whose soul to take, next time.
He was also cured from his weird fascination for the serene surroundings. There was no time to be squandered on dreamily viewing the landscape. Seth had no idea how Mina and the others were doing, the quicker he got this quest over with, the better it was.
Seated on the mighty Iviver鈥檚 back, they cruised along the streets. Puffle鈥檚 sharp, porcelain-like feet clattered on the pavement of the road and they sped toward their destination
Within two hours Seth and his bunch were able to see Dawn in the distance.
To not disturb any of the citizens, he, once again, made Puffles return to the pet space and walked the rest of the way on foot.
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