Taking Responsibility?

Reima "Everyone involved has told me, it's over Quelaag, I know."

Quelaag's expression gradually changes from shock to disbelief, "No, I have no idea what you mean... Perhaps you've been told lies?"

Ciri "Quelaag's done nothing Rei, don't say something so ridiculous!" she says, forgetting she's still naked under the covers with Quelaag...

Reima frowns and turns, tearing open a portal which leads to Quelina's laboratory, said person looking down at a cauldron in concentration. "Lina!" he calls, the girl jumping and looking up.

Quelina "Rei-Oh my! Quelaag what are you doing!" she shouts, spotting her sister and Ciri through the portal.

Reima "Lina, do you have anything that can cleanse love potions?" he asks, no such potion existing in the Harry Potter world.

Quelina struggles to move her gaze from her sister but eventually manages, nodding at Reima and grabbing something from a nearby shelf, "I made this a while ago with Uncle Vesemir... It combines a Golden Oriole with magical ingredients, making it possible for regular people to ingest." she says, handing it to Reima through the portal.

Quelaag "There's no need for that Reima... Ciri's perfectly fine." she says while trying to restrain the frantic expression on her face.

Reima gives her a glare, "I never said anything about giving it to Ciri, did I?" he states, Quelaag going pale as he walks over and forces Ciri to drink the concoction.

*Glug, Glug, Glug*

...

Her eyes glaze over momentarily, she shakes her head and looks around in confusion, trying to shift her body but trembling in pleasure as her and Quelaag's locked legs...

Ciri "Wait what?" she mutters, looking under the covers and blushing heavily. "W-when did this happen?..."

Reima "Around a week, that's how long you've been affected by a love potion." he shrugs, looking at Quelaag.

...

Ciri "You didn't..." she asks Quelaag in disbelief.

Quelaag looks down in resignation, "Fine, I potioned Ciri! I admit it..." afterwards sending a pointed look at Reima, "Well? Go on then, punish me!" she states, having given up any hope of achieving her goal.

Reima frowns and crosses his arms, there wasn't all that many options to be honest... Her role as leader of the Chaos Covenant and a powerful combatant made her almost irreplaceable, and while some would think her actions complete betrayal, Reima saw them more as her loyalty towards himself... She was after all just trying to form a romantic relationship with him, his own inadequacies had probably exacerbated the situation... "Hmm... Then, I'll give Ciri the duty of punishing you as the victim of your actions." he looks to Ciri, "Is that alright?"

Ciri slowly nods, looking at Quelaag with a smug grin, "Oh yes, I think I can come up with a few things."

Quelaag frowns "P-Perhaps you could reconsider?" she asks, "Punishing me yourself would be the proper way wouldn't it?"

Reima shakes his head, "No, I think this suit-"

*Roooooaaaaarrrr!*

The sound of world trembling roar echoes through the temple, rattling their eardrums and giving them all a minor headache.

Reima palms his face in irritation, "What fucking now!" he asks no-one imparticular. "Both of you get some clothes on, Ciri come with me and Quelaag prepare the Chaos Servants," he says, using his Observation Haki to observe the Everlasting Dragon, the one who'd just roared to alert everyone in Ichor.

He'd thought of just making sirens, but decided that having a Dragon monitor the town and letting everyone know if the town is in danger is way cooler.

He tears open a portal next to the Dragon where Priscilla and Solaire were already waiting, stepping through with Ciri once she'd gotten dressed and Scourgified the sweat and other fluids covering her. "What's up?" he asks them.

Solaire "I'm as unaware as you are my friend, Eeuwigdurend here was waiting for you to explain the situation." he says, everyone looking up at the ancient dragon for an explanation.

Eeuwigdurend "Over there, on the far mountain peak." he states, everyone turning to look with Reima, Solair, and Priscilla being able to spot a large group of armoured warriors...

Ciri "W-what is it?" she asks, not having as good eyesight as everyone else.

Reima "The Wild Hunt." he states, watching as what seems like the few remaining navigators form a circle and start chanting something. "They're performing some sort of ritual, we need to intervene now!" he states, teleporting over there while Solaire and Eeuwigdurend follows, the others riding on the latter's back.

Eredin gives a sadistic smirk as a Turqouise flash reveals Reima, "You! You'll not stop us now! EVERYTHING IS ALREADY DOOMED!" he shouts madly.

Reima scowls at him, "Fuck off you B-tier bad-guy!" he shouts, the Staff of Manus Materialising in his hand as he throws it like a javelin.

*SPURT!*

The staff pierces Eredin's chest, causing the man to drop to his knees as his soldiers attempt to defend him. He spits blood and looks up with the same smirk on his face, "I WAS... DEAD REGARDLESS... OF THIS..." he heaves, a profuse amount of blood beginning to leave his mouth.

Reima looks at the nearby glowing ritual circle surrounded by Navigators and blinks behind one of them, running his hand through their chest and tearing them apart with ease... However, even after their physical body dies, a spiritual copy was left behind in its place, still continuing with the ritual.

Eeuwigdurend and Solaire had arrived and were dealing with the army that was attempting to intercept Reima, the Dragon and God easily destroying their ranks as if they were slimes in an RPG.

Using the Dark Hand Reima absorbs the spiritual copy of the Navigator which seems to affect the ritual slightly, the lights pulsing as the person disappears.