After Hours

"Since Lady Roydon can use the power of flight, she can head over to the area around the late afternoon. As for us, our first thing to do is to locate the entry for the tunnel route to the Teuton Domain and face the storm while using it as a covering to head to the Briton Domain."

"I trust that no one had any objections. I'll be off now," I said, walking out of the room.

"There's no need for me to head over tomorrow either. It'll take me only a few hours to get there, while if you're planning to travel by the tunnels, it will take you a few days to get there. Be sure to ask Clement for enough food to last you through the journey," instructed Mavislin.

I halted as I turned back to nod at Mavislin. With that, I went back to my room, with a Slayer chasing after me. I wanted to close the door on him as I entered the room, but it was hard to do so when Bryan's foot was in the way.

"Can't I have a moment of privacy? What do you want?" I asked, angry that this guy wasn't letting me have some peace and quiet.

"I want to talk," answered the Slayer in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Go talk to your future wife and leave me alone," I replied, still trying to close the door.

"You might not know if I'm trying to do so right now. But, C'mon, I just want to chat with you about some stuff about the upcoming Mission. After all, I told you I'd got a problem with sleep. So, if you don't mind, I've got drinks with me," negotiated Bryan, pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

How'd he... Never mind, I'm not going to question that stunt. I sighed since the guy wasn't budging and allowed him into my quarters. Once I did, the small table appeared in the middle of the room as Bryan took his place on the floor. When I sat down, the Slayer poured a shot of the liquor.

The Old Chapel was with Bryan's plan as two shot glasses appeared on the table before we could say anything.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, taking a sip of the brown liquid.

God, this stuff is strong. But my body wasn't reacting negatively to it, and I'm not feeling too queasy yet.

"Once we reach Teuton, will you brave that storm all by yourself? If so, what is the plan?" asked Bryan, without drinking.

"I plan to use one of my Original Spells to quell the storm and the beast. The beast itself won't be a problem, but if that thing is a Familiar of sorts, then I have to find its master. Or else there's no point if I take it down just like that. I feel that Rajin might be its owner."

"Well, judging from the circumstances, that's the possibility. That storm is the biggest one I've ever seen from what I've seen. Your spell might be strong enough to stop it, but will you use a defensive or offensive method," asked Bryan, finally taking the shot.

Well, I've got to hand it to the guy. He sure can take his liquor. It was as if Bryan was inhaling the whiskey.

"Well, I will use the Third Order: The Golden Hunt And Four Corners. It's an offensive spell that seals the enemy within confinement to deal high amounts of damage without causing any problems to the surroundings. It's a low-ranking spell but tedious to do."

"According to the system, conjuring up the spell would require a large body of water. But that's the least of my problems. I'm still trying to figure out how to take Fabian Brookes within the cover of the night. I planned to use Mavislin as bait, and I can strike from the shadows."

"That is an approach the Mafia would use. But, of course, I'd use that too if I hadn't found out I was a Mage. But why would you use such a tactic if you've got so much power at your disposal?" questioned Bryan, tilting his head out of curiosity.

I gulped down the second shot and wagged my index finger at the Slayer.

"Ah! That's where you're wrong, kiddo. Having so much power doesn't equal battle sense and tactics. And it won't win you against a skilled fighter that doesn't rely on Elements. So instead, use underhanded methods and surprise your enemies."

"That's how I rule. Whenever they tossed me a gun, I'd punch them to the next Universe. I am well-rounded in other combat methods, including my favorite, explosives. I love the sheer thrill of listening to the bombs go off like fireworks," I explained while grinning.