Chapter 57: An Elven Intrusion

“So, are the pieces in place?” Ghaeltifts asked as she walked across the Aviotican gardens with Adam.

“Of course, the war will begin any day now. Fortune appears to have favoured us, the Logos infected peasantry seem to be spreading rumours of this New Saviour.” Adam laughed, walking slowly to match the pace of the easily exhausted Elf.

“Excellent.” Ghael exclaimed, leaning on a wall to catch her breath. Adam let out a sigh and snapped his fingers, quickly moving him and the Pope to their destination.

“Thank you darling.” Ghael sighed as she sat down in the underground laboratory, where many of Ghael’s pet projects were being kept.

Including Greylia.

The half sentient creature was kept in a glass tube, several inches thick giving it a frosted glass look.

It stood like a reanimated corpse, its jaw forming then melting off before recombining with its feet, eyes drifting off its face and reforming at its shoulder to stare hatefully at its captors.

It stayed as still as it could.

“Poor baby, Folo honey, how has she been eating?” Ghaeltifts asked as she grabbed someone else's nearby tea, causing Adam to roll his eyes.

The Elven disregard to personal space and property, vile practice in his human eyes.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t say she's not been eating, but she hasn’t been digesting.” Folosogg sighed, she was one of Ghaeltifts’ secret researchers for projects she needed to keep on the down low from the Magistrate.

An elven woman with straw-like hair and a thick pair of glasses, wearing rags not for any religious reasons but because she was too preoccupied with work to worry about changing clothes.

The laboratory smelled as bad as you might expect.

“Meaning?” Adam asked impatiently.

“Look.” Folosogg yawned, pulling a lever to release a goat carcass into Greylia’s tube.

Greylia immediately began smashing the carcass into a fine paste, which she then pushed to the edge of her confinement, avoiding touching it as much as possible.

“Hmpth, the beast is learning.” Adam laughed as he quickly realized what she was doing.

“Eh?”

“Watch, the creature has learnt that when we feed it, this happens,” Adam declared, snapping his fingers and reducing Greylia to goo. Opening the tube he scooped a jar of her out and sealed it with magic, then closing the tube and releasing Greylia from his spirit nullification.

The split Greylia copy started attacking in vain while the main body glared at Adam.

Adam pulsed, killing the copy instantly.

“Hey! I’m working off of limited samples here!” Folo snapped, Adam chucking another jar at her.

It contained a small fragment of Bluelia.

“Oooo~! Nevermind, all is forgiven!” Folo grinned as she quickly took the sample to a small dish to study.

Pouring out the blue slime, the small blob formed a basic face consisting of two eyes and a mouth.

“Buhbuuhbuhbuhubuh…” It blathered, looking around with an absent minded grin on its face.

“Ooo, this one is much calmer… The original you spoke of?” Folo asked as she opened up this sample menu.

It hadn’t unlocked any of the now dozen skills that came off of the slimenoid skill tree.

“I’m not sure, the one I understood as the primary body has changed colour and unlocked several of those skills.” Adam sighed, he hadn’t intended to bring Folosogg this sample but unforeseen circumstances forced his hand.

“Well aren’t you just a cutie… Do you like vegetables?” Folo asked as she grabbed a pickled carrot and offered it to the small blob.

“Buhhhhbuhbuhubuhubuh.” It nodded, munching on the carrot without a care in the world.

“Well I hope you enjoy this new pet, we need to figure out how to cure this creature, or some part of it. Porak is growing suspicious and I wish to ensure he remains aligned and indebted.” Adam explained.

“Did he ask about the Ghost Cores?” Ghaeltifts sighed as she grabbed one of the dead shells from a nearby tray.

“Yep. And I gathered he was getting somewhat stressed about how many sisters he’s suddenly acquired.”

“You gave Utarou the journal right?” Ghael asked suddenly.

“Well, the slime, Utarou was out at the time. The Dwarven weaponry they have is going to need a power source. How is the new one coming along?” Adam enquired.

“I’d say she’s just about ready! Is she getting the Adam express or are we making the poor lass walk home by herself?” Folo cackled as she poked and prodded the small blue blob with a pair of glass rods.

“Is this a Human ready or an Elven ready?” Adam scoffed, Folo only shrugging.

“Relax, she doesn’t know anything we don’t want her to.” Ghael laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, taking a step and disappearing from the hidden lab, appearing on the other side of a guest room's door.

“WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!” Screamed this guest.

“It’s me, Adam, I’ve heard your treatment is complete?” Adam asked in his usual suave voice, groaning that this project was unfortunately only Elven complete.

Elves did not seek completion, they waded in the waters of infinite searching, their path to obtaining the status of Blessed merely being a series of things they need to be able to do as opposed to the definitive ending humanity had with the Holy Path.

Though Elves also didn’t restrict their religious end goal to only those born with Divine Right, every Elf, Human and Dwarf could be considered Blessed in the Elvision branch.

It resulted in a few notable differences in species, one being that the Red Julia tearing up the room she’d been so graciously given was considered ‘good enough’.

“PISS OFF! I CAN’T FIND MY FUCKING BRA IN THIS STUPID FUCKING ROOM!” Redlia screamed, she was wearing nothing but a pair of pants with a jacket and top stuck in the rafters, she wore her hair out and without any bangs.

Adam rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and immediately finding the bra.

Redlia said nothing and snatched the bra off of him and put it on.

“Gratitude, 11th skill on the Holy Path.” Adam explained to the aggressive blob of a woman.

“Yeah yeah whatever, I thought you lost all of your skills when you became Perfect you smug ass hole.” Redlia growled as she walked past Adam.

“Heh, do you really think Perfection would take away the Holy Path?” Adam laughed.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Are you going to do your stupid fucking quick step and get me home already?” Redlia hissed, growing to match Adam’s height.

“Of course, though tell me, have you ever wanted sisters?”

“Fuck no,”

“Ah, I’m sure this will be a very happy reunion then,” Adam laughed as he grabbed her hand, and used his skill Diligence to move them diligently to Dryholm.

Right in the middle of the war room meeting.

Save her the trip up the mountain, this is what diligence was all about afterall.