CHAPTER ELEVEN - A bald, shiny head

CHAPTER ELEVEN - A bald, shiny head

Oh my god. My ear heaved a sigh of relief. The nagging had ended! "T-Thank you," I said slowly, looking at the ground. "I have one more thing to ask. What do you have to do with that Noa?" Duke Feet asked, and my head snapped up. OOp. "Uhm! We're just…Freinds??" I tried, but it came out more like a question. Duke Feet thought careuflly, storing his triple chin. Finally, a bald, shiny head nodded in approval. "Alright. As long as that's all. You're free to go now, Amaria."

As I walked out of the door, I slammed the door shut behind me. Amaria, why did you even kill that dude?! He's a literal puddle of too many feasts! I sighed and sank to the floor outside the door. One year - and then the angels would invade. People would die, no matter what I did…

It was time for a trip down memory lane. I needed to carefully think this through. "Let's see. The angels are going to descend…They will instantly burn everyone corrupt, which is a good thing - but, by then, I need to have a formidable hand over both empires so I can at least cushion the damage a little. I wouldn't be able to fight off any of the angels since this body doesn't have any physical or magical potential." I lazily traced a finger around the plaster on the wall. Hmmm. A hand over both empires? There was only one person I knew who would help me. 

"You need my help for that, right?" A voice came. My head snapped up. Noa. His red hair had been styled, and his suit was blue to match his eyes. 

"I have something to tell you," Noa said seriously.