I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 152

Arabeth, on the other hand, seemed to have a sleep full of dreams in which he grumbled a little, being nudged by Azarphy to stop talking.

“Wake me up when the others wake up,” Emery asked feeling a little sleepy.

“Wait, drink some of this nutritional drink,” Azarphy said, pulling out a clear glass bottle that showed a green liquid like glowing emeralds.

“Nutritional drink?” Emery asked confused.

“Your body is very tired and you used two energies, so you better nourish your body now,” Azarphy said very seriously sounding very logical.

Emery had no way to refute what Azarphy said, he was too lazy to argue with this big BOSS, besides, he didn’t think the fallen angel would harm him with some poison, after all, a being as powerful as he could finish with his little life whenever he wanted.

So he took the bottle and drank the green liquid, he thought it would taste like those vitamins made with green vegetables that he drank before going to the gym, luckily the drink had a weird soda taste that made his tongue feel that nostalgic bubbling.

Emery drank it all down and felt he could still drink a lot more. Azarphy just took the bottle from him and said that now he could sleep, the bishop really felt sated and the tiredness seemed to weigh on his body, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep feeling some homesickness for his past life.

He watched as Emery’s body was restoring itself was very interesting, the energy seed of nature also looked very vibrant and grew to be the size of the sacred seed.

Azarphy watched all this contentedly, now he just needed to get more demonic energy for the other seed to match, with the lost thoughts he ended up not caring about Giovanni hugging his human or Arabeth also snuggling up to the novice.

Emery slept until nightfall, after dinnertime. Normally, no one would dare interrupt Bishop Darcy’s rest, especially after dinnertime.

However, today was a macabre day of two murders and Bishop Darcy was the third to arrive at the scene.

Father Gonzales seems to have not yet recovered from the shock of his dead friends and was unable to speak properly, so he was put to sleep by the doctor. Father Bianco told everything as he saw it, but he said that many things escaped his mind as if there was some kind of spell that prevented him from remembering the murder scene correctly.

That is, he was useless.

Soon he was taken to the lab to do a full-body exam to see if he hadn’t been subjected to some evil spell.

Poor Father Bianco would have a difficult night ahead.

So there was only Bishop Darcy who saw the two crime scenes before the onlookers arrived, of course, there was Knight Levi who had also observed the crime scenes, but he had been poisoned and was still in the process of detox.

In short, only Bishop Darcy could be heard as an initial witness.

Then Abbot Eurico sent two priests to call the bishop to appear at the abbot’s office and make a statement about what he saw when he arrived at the scene of the crime.

Abbot Eurico was praying that demons would be the culprit, as it would be something that could be turned into a fight between good and evil.

The doctors who went to investigate took away any hope of Abbot Eurico, after all, it had clearly been a blade that had castrated both victims. It didn’t look like self-mutilation had they been possessed.

Now in the morgue, the bodies were being investigated to detect any demonic energy or even if there were any items inside their bodies.

There were cases of people cursed by others that after the users killed they put items inside the body to spread the curse to others. Which wouldn’t be much considering this was sacred ground, but it would have been shameful if the priests had died so humiliatingly.

It was like slapping the face of the Church of the God of Light.

Of course, they brushed aside the troubling thought that sacred territory hadn’t been that scared since Father Lattanzio’s possible suicide.

Well, unfortunately, there are several of these types of sick people in the world, but for now, it’s still under investigation.

“Bao go there and eliminate those pesky humans,” Azarphy urged hearing the thoughts of the priests outside.

He looked at the beautiful face of Emery who was sleeping soundly in his embrace, he didn’t want to wake up the human, who was so well behaved sleeping there.

Bao: (…)

Bao was there with tears in his eyes, he didn’t know how he was supposed to kill those humans. Was there any animal around for him to control and kill these people?

Can flies and mosquitoes kill these people?

The poor dog could not directly kill these people, he was speechless for the angel’s request, but as the other was much more powerful than him, the poor dog could only go there.

“I’m awake,” Emery said lazily rubbing his face against Azarphy’s chest, his voice slow and lazy.

Of course, he was sleepy how dare he lazily rub himself in the big BOSS?

“Sleep a little longer,” Azarphy said, enjoying seeing that soft and unafraid Emery hugging him.

Emery really was very sleepy, his body had just finished restoring, but he still felt quite tired.

“Don’t kill anyone, that would be bad,” Emery muttered as he snuggled back into Azarphy’s chest as he fell asleep.

“Tsk” Azarphy looked annoyed at Emery’s request, but he could only comply so as not to cause trouble for the human.

“Bao, come back”

Bao: (…)

The master is the best! *happy wagging tail*

Bao, clearly, happily walked back to the bed and looked at Azarphy, waiting for the next order.

He was a very obedient puppy!

Author: You are a manticore…

Bao: (…)

Giovanni ended up waking up to the knock on the door, he rubbed his face against Emery’s back and sighed lazily.

The young man then remembered what happened earlier and what Yani had done to his body, his face turned red right away and he realized that he was being hugged by Arabeth as he hugged Bishop Darcy.

“Are you going to just stand there?” Azarphy called, poking his shoulder. He looked up and as expected he saw nothing despite feeling the touch on his shoulder.

“Bishop Darcy?” the priests outside were calling. Before they were afraid of Bishop Darcy’s arrogance now they were worried that it would disturb such a good person’s rest.

The bishop was a sweet and sensitive person who helped others without asking too much and was still in mourning for unknown people, this was the rumor that reached the priests who were not present in that corridor.

“Arabeth, me and this human are going out. I’ll leave him in your care,” Azarphy said, surprising Giovanni, who only later realized that Arabeth was also awake and looking at him.

“We’re leaving?” Giovanni asked, his voice low and slightly confused.

“Well, it won’t be us. It will be Bishop Darcy.” Azarphy responded with a glee that made Arabeth and Giovanni fearful.

Reincarnated Fig Tree: (!!!!)

Azarphy: Oh, are you back?

Reincarnated Fig Tree: No! *playing dead*

On the other hand, Levi finally woke up feeling better nothing burned anymore, he just felt lethargic and slightly tired.

Being attended by one of Father Gian’s disciples (the doctor), receiving a glass of water that ended the thirst he didn’t even realize he had. He looked around and saw that he was in the very room given to him by Abbey Matteo.

Feeling relieved watching the familiar things being illuminated by the magical lighting items, the yellowish and dim light seemed a comfort to his heart.

“Knight Mulder here’s some soup and it’s warm. Can you eat?” the disciple asked politely holding a tray with a wooden bowl with meat soup and lots of vegetables floating in the light sauce.

The smell of the soup was delicious, Levi felt quite hungry, but his body did not obey him and very weakly he remained seated as the disciple had left him in bed.

“Apparently that is a no. So allow me to feed you and then I’ll administer the medicine, later Professor Gian will see how your body is recovering” the disciple said, maintaining his politeness and professional tone, but it was not possible to hide the sweetness and kindness that were characteristics of the young man.

Francesco was one of the few lucky young men who, despite being orphaned, ended up being adopted by Father Gian as soon as he entered Matteo Abbey at the age of 10 to begin his religious education.

A sweet, intelligent, and shrewd young man who had captured Father Gian’s attention early on, he was now the priest’s most trusted disciple, the path to being a doctor was wide open for Francesco.

Levi, who could not move helplessly, let himself be fed and tried very hard not to spill the food, so as not to feel even more helpless and humiliated.

“Don’t worry if you spill some food, I still have to help you wash up, you sweat a lot and you could catch the flu” gently Francesco said as he helped to wipe his mouth which ended up letting some of the food escape.