As the Medusas were a female only race and had to rely on kidnapping males of other races to reproduce, their relationship with the other races were at best, rocky. Even the similarly all-female harpies had an adversarial relationship with them seeing as they were both in the same industry. Naturally, these harpies had a bad relationship with the other races as well.
The moment our entourage arrived at the medusa’s nest, the patrolling medusas immediately took up defensive stances. Their snake hair puffed up in alarm with every tiny snake revealing their razor sharp fangs.
“It’s Habona! Quick, inform the two leaders, Habona is here!”
One of the medusas who obviously recognized Habona immediately commanded her companion to call for reinforcements. Against a four-star like Habona, they were clearly outmatched.
“That’s right, hurry up and call them, make sure to summon Harlow at the same time.” Habona gave the medusa who recognized her an emotionless stare before nonchalantly declaring, “Don’t worry, I won’t pull any tricks, I’ll just wait here quietly.”
“…” It was then that the medusa warrior finally remembered that Habona was Harlow’s older sister and that Harlow was actually the vice-leader’s husband…heavens, she was actually alive to see the day that one of their race would have a husband. That was…just fantastic, unbelievably fantastic!
Having realized that, she knew that Habona wouldn’t do anything rash – thinking back on her anxious reaction – she immediately blushed in embarrassment. She wanted to invite the werewolf into their nest but couldn’t find the words to do so.
A short while later, Majosha and Manasha slithered into view with the demonic werewolf, Harlow, in tow.
Having not seen them for a while, the lovebirds’ relationship seemed to have gotten even closer. The pair were basically joined at the hip now. Even while they were walking towards us, their arms were entwined with each other.
By the way, don’t you know that public displays of affection are the leading cause of death for single men?
“Big Sis!”
Harlow tugged on Majosha and quickened his pace while calling out to his sister. Majosha averted her eyes shyly and joined in as well, “How are you doing, sister?”
Looks like Harlow did a good job of teaching his wife, at least he wasn’t a disgrace in this aspect.
“Mhm.” Habona nodded her head nonchalantly with a slight aura of superiority. Truth be told, the two races still had nothing much in common except for Harlow. Out of respect for this husband, the medusas would no longer lay their hands on males from the demonic werewolf clan. To the werewolves, this was naturally good news; though it seemed to Habona that she had sacrificed her little brother in order to achieve this. Thus, she still didn’t take to this sister-in-law of hers; yet, seeing as her brother truly loved her, she chose not to say anything more.
Manasha glanced at Habona and the pair nodded toward each other as a greeting of sorts.
“Master Mo Ke, I haven’t seen you in a month, how have you been?” How she treated Habona was one matter, while how she treated me was another. Her face wasn’t as icy cold as before, and while she wasn’t smiling, at the very least she took the initiative to greet me.
“I’m fine, I guess.” I smiled wryly. I briefly recounted my experience in the Western Human Realms and also informed them that it was merely an accident that I was summoned.
“Amazing, I want to see the outside world as well!” Based on that exclamation, one could clearly see her interest in my one month trip in the Western Human Realms. While the human world was dangerous to creatures of the darkness like us, human civilization had its unique points that attracted everyone.
“Sis, we…”
“Mhm, I know.” Manasha interrupted Majosha and turned towards me: “Master Mo Ke, I’m aware of the purpose for your visit today, it’s to recruit us into your army isn’t it?”
“That’s right, I’m forming an army to attack the prison exit. Mo En has already joined under my banner and the demonic werewolves expressed their willingness as well. As long as you join us, our chances will be higher.”
“How much confidence do you have in this operation?”
“I’m not sure, I do not wish to make any reckless guess about something I have no information on. But there’s one thing you can be sure of, and that’s the fact that I don’t plan on seeking my own death.”
“No one has ever succeeded in breaking out of this prison since time immemorial…we…alright, I understand.” Manasha gave it some thought before relenting under the pleading gaze of her sister. She nodded at Majosha before turning to me once more: “My sister and I are willing to join your army but I can’t be sure of the clan’s wishes, I will have to ask my other kin.”
“Then how do you plan on persuading them?”
“Persuading them…” Manasha raised her head and stared at the maze ceiling for a second before answering: “I plan to tell them that there’s an endless supply of men to kidnap in the outside world…”
“…” Is it truly alright to use such a matter as bait?
However, I couldn’t find any trace of levity in her eyes as she said that. This goes to show how much they needed a male counterpart; to the extent where it had begun to significantly affect their reproduction rate. This prison really was lacking in everything except undead…
Thus, the negotiation with the medusas went unexpectedly smoothly, without us even having to step into their nest.
With our business concluded, Manasha invited us in for a tour of their nest, which I swiftly agreed to seeing as this matter had intrigued me for a while now.
Their nest was basically the same as Mo En’s, though it wasn’t as large; this was probably because their clan wasn’t as large as his. However, their criss-crossing tunnels still fascinated me. I wonder how much souls they paid to dig out this much real estate.
A day later, we set off for the Numila Blaze’s territory.
In the entire Prison of the Dead, the number of people I knew weren’t that many. Unless something else happened along the way, this trip to Numila’s was most likely to be our last visitation. It was my hope that the entire harpy clan would join us given their vast numbers. In fact, their numbers were most likely on par with Mo En’s.
The last time I approached her, she didn’t accept my offer though she didn’t reject too strongly either. She seemed to be hesitant about something and that something was an opportunity I planned to capitalize on.
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