Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-744

"What's happening? I came as soon as I heard the ruckus," Leona asked seriously, her gaze scanning the messy room while tightly gripping her Gearweaver sword.

Following her, Lyndon, Patriarch Rylan, Leif, Carl, and the other chosen ones hurried into the room, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

Patriarch Rylan scrutinized the messy room before focusing on the two children. "What is all this commotion about?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Isadora.

Isadora glanced at Leif, who had finally exited his room, before redirecting her focus to Patriarch Rylan.

"Alstin and Eyva said that some tiny people had snuck into their room and were trying to catch them, which caused this mess. Some escaped, but they said others are still hiding," Isadora responded.

Patriarch Rylan, Lyndon, Leona, Leif, and the other gods' chosen were immediately surprised by Isadora's explanations.

They knew that the Prismerions and the human race were the only races living within this territory and hadn't heard or seen any tiny individuals since their arrival.

The Village Chief and several warriors they had encountered hadn't mentioned a race of tiny individuals, so they doubted Isadora's account of what the two children had told her.

Leona furrowed her brows in confusion and shifted her attention towards the two children. "Explain to us what you saw," she asked, her eyes filled with seriousness.

Austin nodded and described the features of the tiny individuals he had seen—their attire, small ears, and two transparent, shimmering wings on their backs.

After hearing his explanation, Leona, Lyndon, and the others became less doubtful, as Austin's descriptions were too vivid to be fabricated on the spot.

Leif, Lyndon, and the chosen gods immediately decided to search the room to see if they could find anything.

"Do you know where they are hiding?" Leona asked, her gaze still fixed on Austin and Eyva.

They both nodded. "They are hiding in that direction," Eyva said, pointing her finger at the corner of the room where the lamp was hung.

Leona nodded and decided to check it. However, as she reached up and easily tore the lamp from the wall with her secure grip, surprisingly, no one was there.

Even the others looking around had also been unable to find anything.

Leona scrutinized the empty surroundings, then placed the lamp on the ground and returned to her previous position.

"Are you sure about what you've seen? Because if you are lying to me, then I promise you that you'll regret doing so," Leona said, her eyes filled with seriousness.

"We're not lying; we really did see tiny people sneaking into our room," Austin responded, nervously grasping Eyva's wrist.

Eyva nodded in agreement with her brother's words.

Witnessing this scene, Isadora couldn't hold it in any longer and walked forward to comfort the children and calm them down.

Leona furrowed her brows in confusion before looking around, along with the others who had also witnessed the conversation.

Nonetheless, Patriarch Rylan, who had remained silent with his four ears twitching as though he was trying to pick up on any strange, unknown sounds within the room, suddenly halted as he picked up on something.

"Search over there," Patriarch Rylan ordered, stretching his hand towards a fallen chair near the table.

Though Leona had become sceptical about the existence of the tiny people and the reason behind the messy room, since Patriarch Rylan had spoken and seemed to be convinced by the children's words, she had no choice but to follow his orders.

Leona walked towards the fallen chair, and just as she raised it up, on the other side behind the seat, she astonishingly discovered two small, winged individuals dressed in armour-like attire.

The children were right; there were two tiny individuals with shimmering transparent wings on their backs within the room.

The Pixies immediately spread their wings and took flight after noticing they had been discovered.

Leona snapped out of her dumbfounded state and immediately chased after the two Pixies.

Leif pursued them as well. He gripped his Gearweaver sword and swung it through the air, aiming to strike the Pixies. Carl and the others joined in, attempting to catch the Pixies like Leona, but were unsuccessful.

The Pixies soared through the air as fast as they could, dodging and manoeuvring skillfully, showcasing their years of experience dealing with such encounters.

However, upon realizing they had been discovered, the Pixies swiftly decided to leave by any means necessary.

They flew towards the windows, easily manoeuvring past Isadora, who had been blocking their exit. With incredible speed, they tore through the magically reinforced wooden frame as if it were paper and immediately rushed outside, joining the other Pixies waiting for them outside Patriarch Rylan's residence.

"I'm glad you made it. Whatever happens, don't stop flying until we reach the Garden," the Captain said, his expression solemn, as they continued to soar through the air at full speed.

The mission had failed with their discovery, so there was no point in slowing down.

The other three Pixies nodded in understanding and pressed forward.

"Squawk! Squawk!" a strange cry suddenly pierced the air behind them.

The Captain glanced back and saw a shadowy bird with four wings and razor-sharp teeth tailing them. "Watch out!" he shouted, his warning echoing loudly.

Unfortunately, the warning came too late.

The shadowy bird with four wings immediately crashed into one of the three Pixies, biting one of the Pixie's forewings and sending him plummeting towards the roof of a building.

Gritting his teeth, the Captain stretched out his hand.

Blaze Blossom Burst!

A raging, blazing flame emerged from his hand in the form of an arrow and streaked through the air, easily piercing through the four-winged shadowy bird before it vanished into thin air as though it had never been there in the first place.

Within Patriarch Rylan's residence,

Lyndon felt defeated as he sensed his summon disappear, noticing the corresponding glyph on his arm fading. He had invested considerable time coaxing this summon into a contract and carefully drawing it on his body, so its fading disappointed him.