Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 807: Under The Cover Of Darkness [Part 3]



Hecate locked the door of her cabin before heaving a sigh.

Memories flooded inside her head, allowing her to regain what she had lost after being reborn.

However, she only regained half of it.

Even so, they were enough.

As if waking up from a long and endless dream, Hecate placed her hand over her chest, where her heart was.

Even after returning to her room, her heart was still beating as fast as it had the moment Ethan held her and kissed her passionately.

She felt a little drained because Ethan had taken a good chunk of her magic power. Even so, it was not something to be worried about.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Since she couldn't even use other types of magic except for body-strengthening magic, it would not be a problem even if the young man took most of the magic power she currently had.

"I have to get a grip," Hecate muttered. "This mission comes first. I'll worry about the rest later."

Taking a deep breath, she decided to change her clothes.

Knowing that there was a possibility that they would be fighting against a Demigod, Hecate put on the battle robe she always carried with her.

The robe was made from Mithril and Adamantium, and it was forged by the greatest Elven Blacksmith in the Lands of Alastor.

It could conduct magic properly, as well as offer sturdy defense against magical and physical attacks.

Once she was properly dressed, she looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time before leaving the room with a satisfied look on her face.

Her face was no longer beet-red, and her heart had calmed down.

It was now time for her to do their mission, and she would protect Ethan without fail.

Everyone gathered in the dining area of the ship, all dressed for battle.

Of course, just like everyone had agreed on, they were wearing hooded cloaks over their clothes to not alert anyone.

Only Ethan was not wearing one because he needed to show his face so that the spies watching over their Flying Ship would follow him and Hecate, allowing Nicole and the others to leave the Flying Ship undetected.

"Is everyone ready?" Ethan asked.

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"Bottoms up!" Ethan said as he raised the potion in his hand.

Everyone, with the exception of Merric and Conall, drank their potion and transformed into the opposite gender.

"Hey, pretty lady. How about a good luck kiss?" Lyall said as she wrapped her arms around Ethan's waist.

Lyall was a very attractive lady, so she was just as handsome as a man. Even so, that didn't change the fact that she liked to tease Ethan and push her luck a bit in the hope that she would be able to steal a kiss from him.

But to her surprise, it seemed that Ethan was feeling generous right now.

"Okay, but only on my cheek," Ethan replied before covering his lips with both hands. "Don't do anything funny or else."

Lyall, who understood that she might not easily get another opportunity, didn't hesitate to kiss Ethan's cheeks.

But before she pulled back, she decided to take a bonus and kissed his forehead as well. Looking very satisfied, Lyall stepped back with a silly grin on her face.

Ethan, who had been kissed three times, didn't seem to mind and even looked unfazed by Lyall's actions.

Nicole then approached Ethan and gave him a kiss on his right cheek, which he returned as well.

After they had a heart-to-heart talk, their relationship returned to how it was in the past. Although Ethan was now more conscious of Nicole being a lady, he no longer felt overly anxious about having a bit of skinship with her.

"Remember to give us the signal if things get out of hand," Nicole said. "We'll come running as fast as we can."

Ethan nodded. "I will."

The young man then shifted his attention to Merric and gave him an order.

"Stay in the Flying Ship, and prepare to set sail anytime," Ethan nodded. "If a battle ensues, we might need to flee to prevent being captured by the enemy. When that happens, I want our ship to be ready to disembark at the soonest time possible."

"Yes, Young Master." Merric bowed respectfully. "I will see to it that we can leave at a moment's notice."

"Good." Ethan nodded. "Everyone, let's start the mission."

Godfrey, who was currently inside his Manor, arched an eyebrow after his subordinate, who was keeping watch on Ethel's Flying Ship, sent him a message using a long-distance artifact. "The Young Lady has just left her Flying Ship and seems to be flying eastward," Godfrey's subordinate reported. "There are other observers who are following her as we speak. I am doing the same, but I am guessing that she won't travel far."

"Good," Godfrey replied. "Follow her. I will be there shortly."

"Yes, My Lord."

After the communication ended, Godfrey went to his cabinet and chose one of his most dashing attires in preparation to meet the Young Lady, whom he and Prince Isaac had set their

sights on.

However, he never truly thought of the Prince as anything aside from an insignificant insect that posed no threat to him whatsoever.

For Godfrey, who had lived for hundreds of years, the usual forms of entertainment were

utterly boring.

The only pastime he was passionate about was his desire for conquest.

Not a conquest of lands, but of beautiful ladies with powerful bloodlines.

Godfrey even thought of it as a game.

He never forced the ladies to surrender to him nor did he use any dirty tricks to make them

climb onto his bed.

Even those whom his men had captured were unharmed and were given the chance to return

to their homes with his help.

But under the condition that they could resist his courtship for a month.

Of course, when he started doing this, Godfrey failed many times.

But with each failure, he learned how to make the ladies lower their guard and their skirts at

the same time. For him, those were only games.

But Ethel was different.

Although he did his best to control his emotions, his bloodline and instincts were screaming

at him to possess her.

He understood that she was a very special existence because even his bloodline, which had come from a Progenitor, stirred every time he gazed at the young lady who went by the name

Ethel.

"A midnight tryst doesn't sound so bad," Godfrey muttered as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Fortunately, there is no moon, so this hunt will be more fun than usual." The Vampire Lord then opened the window of his room and jumped out of it with a devilish

smile on his face.

A moment later, he disappeared under the cover of darkness, transforming into countless bats, and headed to the place where the young lady had planned to wait for him. Meanwhile, Nicole, Lyall, and Conall finally entered the city and headed in the direction where Nicole's tracking charm was giving a signal.

Their mission was to capture the people who had stalked Ethan during the day and pry out the answers that they needed, so they could find where Godfrey was staying inside the City of

Cashel.