Chapter 17: Holding Out, Hanging On

“Hey~! Little human! Come on, let’s go~!”

One moment, Elanor was sitting across from Azzoth, the weight of the world and her societal sins on her shoulders, the next she was being carried off by a drunk Rostrada.

It was only luck and so many months of healing demons that she didn’t instinctively lash out with holy magic. It was a near thing though and Azzoth’s angry shout got swallowed by the crowds.

“Both of you are so boring, just talking when it’s the Festival of Flesh,” he whined, weaving through bodies, jumping over couples, and Elanor had no choice but to hang on.

Rostrada was no longer in his red robes, instead wearing a lovely red dress with a dramatic flair to the skirt, big golden earrings in his ears and glittering rings of his fingers.

“However, you showed me something interesting, so I’ve decided I like you enough not to kill you.”