Behind the Red Curtain

“You sure you want to go there?

Isn’t that place being the last place you want to go?”

A warlock asked Belphegor who was looking at the dense forest of the Arnor in the distance while sticking out his tongue and licking his knife.

“Oh right! You are right!

You sure are!

But you know what!” He looked back at him and replied,

“Someone tried to stop me earlier, ah poor fang!

Anyway, I sense a tremendous spirit power nearby again!

Maybe that girl has got her hands on something!

Ah, we should move, she’s waiting!”

He turned around and started walking.

“Then we have no choice!

Inform Glatius to move and wait for us at the Northern East entrance of the forest, we shall greet our guests there!”

The warlock next to him commanded one of his demi-human servants.

“Do you really think they’ll fall for this?

Isn’t an Ace with them?” He asked Belphegor again but,

this time reply came from behind him,

“You do as planned, I’ll take care of him!”,