A New Path - Chapter 232

Amell and his two temporary companions touched ground in the dead of night outside Saint City. The grassy fields outside the city and the forest stretching for hundreds of miles were covered with absolute darkness. The only light in this small part of the world came from Saint City itself. As Amell gazed upon that very familiar city, he seemed to recall a city in his past life’s world that adopted the name, The city that never sleeps. With all the brightness illuminating this city in even the blackest night, it reminded him greatly of a city that never sleeps.

“Saint city, how you have grown since last time I saw you.”

“Master, do you have a history with this city?” Jugo asked. He knew almost nothing about Amell’s adventures on Ishgar.

“Yes, I have. It was in this very city that Gildarts was born, and where Sylvia and I first started our lives.”

“So you met in this city?” Lupus asked quietly. She didn’t want to be rude and interrupt his reminiscing, but her curiosity was killing her slowly.

“No, I met my wife inside a cave just before she was gonna be sacrificed by a cultist group.” Amell thought back and laughed at the weirdness of it all. He was truly amazed that Sylvia has stayed with him through all these years regardless of how crazy his life is.

“Wow, and you saved her and became her knight in shining armour, right!” She dreamed herself away.

“Something like that, but let’s not stand around here anymore, let us go inside the city.” Amell put a hand on Lupus’s shoulder to wake her up, “You can fantasise about Jugo later,” he said with a teasing smile.

“M-My lord!” Lupus cheeks grew red and she started fiddling with her clothes. Jugo just watched her with sceptical eyes, “You were fantasizing about me? Tell me everything in excruciating detail!”

“In your dreams!”

“No, but clearly in yours!” Jugo said suspiciously.

“Come on you two, you can continue that later. Jugo do you have money for staying at an inn?” Amell asked him.

“Yeah, no problem at all.”

“Great!” Amell gestured for them to start walking.

The closer they got to the city the louder the noises got. What they heard were all kinds of noises, parties, brawls and very loud laughter. “Have this city always been this loud? Doesn’t people need their sleep?” Lupus asked curiously. And who answered her was neither of the two she walked with. A hand landed on her shoulder and a drunken voice rang out behind her, “This city never sleeps! People come here expecting a great city-wide party and we’re only delivering what they asked for!” A man behind Lupus said in a loud voice and his tone was cheerful.

“Be careful there, friend,” Amell didn’t warn the man fast enough. Lupus grabbed his hand, twisted it and causing the man to growl in pain and she followed it up by throwing him over her shoulder. He touched the ground and a roar of surprise was released from his mouth.

“Poor guy!” Jugo said as he understood what the man went through. He had spent an entire night with Lupus so as the man was thrown on the ground he got flashbacks from her absolute wildest side.

“Not to worry, he is so drunk that he probably didn’t feel much of that. Though he might be sore tomorrow morning, together with a massive headache.” Amell shook his head and commanded the wind to pick the man up from the ground.

“Are you okay, friend?” He asked the stranger. The first few seconds he didn’t get a response, only awkward staring into his eyes from the chubby stranger. It took a good thirty seconds or so before Amell got his answer.

“Of course! Thank you, kind Sir!” The stranger said looking to have finally woken up from whatever trance he was in just then.

“What is your name?”

“Emilio, Sir!” He said and tried bowing but he overdid the momentum so he fell forwards and faceplanted onto the ground.

“He is definitely not okay, Lord Amell!” Lupus said and dusted off her shoulder.

“I think he looks fine, at least he is moving so we know he isn’t dead,” Jugo stated the facts proudly and helped the stranger up on his feet again.

“Emilio, where do you live? Let us take you home, you are way too drunk to walk around out here like this.” Jugo said with a smile.

“Well, how thoughtful of you, young man!” Emilio smiled at Jugo and started stroking Jugo’s chin awkwardly. He tried focusing in on Jugo’s eyes, but every time he tried his eyes would go cross-eyed and he would start losing balance again.

“Master, do your thing, I don’t think he even knows where he lives.” Jugo pleaded to his master.

“I have to say I agree with that assessment.” Amell’s eyes lit up for a second and he laughed, “He lives this way.” He started walking and Jugo picked up Emilio and started following Amell. Lupus walked behind Jugo while glaring at the stranger riding on Jugo.

“Beautiful lady…” Emilio said in his sleep and drooled on Jugo’s shoulder. He had fallen asleep when Jugo picked him up.

“Lupus, I think he likes you!” Jugo said and glanced back at her.

“Yeah, well, I do not like him. Only one person should be riding your back.” She said with pouting lips.

“Someone’s jealous,”

“I Am not!” She looked at Emilio and how he was drolling all over Jugo’s clothes. “At least I don’t drool like a baby!” She said angerly.

“I seem to recall someone drooling a lot last night!” Jugo said and laughed. Lupus face went bright red and she looked away, “That was different. And you liked it,” she coughed and pointed out more facts to him. “Plus, you were drooling even before my clothes came off. So, we’re even!” Lupus said with a straight face.

“Kids, not that I don’t enjoy a good conversation,” Amell’s face went stoic “We’ve arrived!” Amell said and pointed at an apartment a few meters in front of them. “Let’s go inside, and let me handle the talking.”

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