29 Chapter 29 Kriegan commissioned more

Nelson the Avaricious. holding one of the seats of the Knights of the Round Table, which was the leadership of the Cult of Diabolos came out of the shadows with the clone of Olivier.

"How did you even get down into here!" Nelson asked with her fat face turning peuce red and I raised an eyebrow as he blustered. "The only way into here is via teleportation so how in the hell did you get into here!" He demanded and I shrugged and looked into the water.

"We just were swimming in the lake above us and got sucked into here," I retorted shamelessly and I honestly thought for a second as his face went from red to purple that he was going to have an aneurysm.

He actually held a shaking finger pointed at me as Beatrix stood beside me and then as the blond elf beside me threw back her hood, Nelson flinched at the sight of the War Goddess Beatrix who stood before him.

"Yeah... So I was always curious." I spoke up as I eyed Olivier and by the gods, it was uncanny how she looked so damned similar to how Alpha and Beatrix looked. "How did you people spread the bloodline of the three heroes across the world so quickly and in such numbers?" I asked bluntly and Nelson's face twisted but he didn't answer but instead dramatically pointed at me.

"Your stupid questions won't matter when you are dead. You thorn in the side!" He roared then my vision went white as the Sanctuary and its weird magic tried to dimensionally displace us to different parts of the facility and before I could try to reject the displacement I realized that I was in the depths of the Sanctuary as my mana was all but sealed and draining towards what felt like the center of the facility.

Looking around I saw that I was in a long tunnel with no back behind me so I grunted at being separated but I knew Beatrix would be fine even if Nelson summoned a decent army of clones of the elf hero for at least a while.

But more likely was Nelson waiting for the facility to just drain our mana and pick us apart at his leisure. So for now I had plenty of time for my main objective here...

Walking down the tunnel I came to a large door and my face twitched at seeing the electrical keylock next to the large ornate metal and stone double door. "Fucking cult and their easy access to parallel universes... If I get shot by a bolter or something I am going to rage quit." I cursed wryly as I took in the keypad before after a moment of thought I typed in 'Nelson1234' and the keylock fucking loudly dinged as I guessed the bald dumbasses password.

I was still wearing that disgusted expression as I walked into the next room and I blinked at the sight before me and lost my disgusted expression of what lay before me.

A beautiful woman with long very dark purple hair and light purple eyes was bound up in a straight jacket that was also bound to a chair with chains wrapped around her bound form to the chair itself.

"Sooo... I assume you are not wishing to be bound?" I asked rhetorically and Aurora the disembodied soul of the witch of calamity Diabolos giggled at my question.

"Oh, dear heavens no." She responded cheerfully before her head tilted to the side. "Could I ask the gentlemen to release this fair lady from her bonds?" She asked gently and I merely shrugged and walked over while summoning a spear made out light.

But under my easy-going smile I frowned as I realized that even with this spear being powered almost entirely out of my internal divinity as a demigod, it was still a major bitch to control due to the major magical draining and suppression within the bounds of the Sanctuary.

With a flash of light I used my lessons from Scathach to slice through the thick leather straps and chains that held her to the chair before with another swipe of the spear I cut through the thick leather straps that bound her arms together just below her prodigious breasts.

"Haa that's so nice!" The witch of calamity said standing up and throwing up her arms to stretch after probably several centuries of being bound in that chair. "Anyway my memories are a bit fuzzy but my name is Aurora, what is your name?" She asked leaning forward towards me with a light in her purple eyes that weren't there before as she realized I wasn't one of her tormentors.

I lightly bowed my head to her as she did with her even lifting up her white outfit's sides like a dress like a lady, but I did the knightly thing in holding my hand to my chest as I responded in kind. "My name is Jake Barris my damsel in distress." And at my particular word choice she giggled and as I looked back up my face twitched as her blood-red magical power filled the surroundings but she wasn't attacking me.

No, she burned away the remnants of the straight jacket that clung to her body and then with her magic, somehow created a frilly dark green dress with a cutout for her cleavage to peek out of, with a thumbed-sized shiny emerald necklace hanging around her neck.

But in the burning away and reformation of her outfit, she carelessly bared it all to me and as she cheerfully skipped over and gently grabbed my arm and held it between her voluptuous breasts I could only wryly smile as she spoke in girlish delight. "I always wanted to be saved and led by a gallant knight Hehe."

Epsilon and Beatrix are going to be so pissed... Here I am flirting with a ghost when I should be helping capture Nelson so we can thoroughly interrogate him about the locations and identities of the other members of the Round Table.

"Jake... What are you doing with a ghost?" I heard Ereshkigal ask me from within my soul and I smiled internally as I responded shamelessly.

"New Ghost Waifu, I love you so much that I obviously need to marry someone who is kinda already dead," I answered as seriously as I could, and Ereshkigal within my soul spluttered and began screaming at me in denial while the other gods and goddesses rounded on her for giving me the worst deviant desires if I was going to be flirting with a ghost.