Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

The mothers of fairies; their existence still a mystery to many gods, but that was no longer the case for Athenia. In her limited knowledge, she'd felt the presence of yet another deity, one far stronger than herself and yet bound by an inseparable power.

Had the matter of the witch hunter not taken precedence, she would've dug into the matter more, but for now, her probing of Nerva's body was forced to a halt.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'Fairies, huh?' Even so, staring at Will-O and the others resting inside the dead god's church, she couldn't help but wonder whose power the fairy used to teleport the entire party away from the Inn.

Not even Raven who'd seen the mother fae with own eyes understood the nature of the mystic creatures, and although Umbra was in his mind the mother of all dark fae, reconciling it with reality wasn't an easy task.

Drawn in by her curiosity, Athenia tried to probe into Raven's mind and see the mother fae with her own eyes. However, lacking the godly authority of the region, her powers refused to work on a land being plagued by the faith of a dead god.

"Nerva…What kind of secret are you hiding exactly?" As spoke, a sudden pulsing in her head gave Athenia a mild headache. Grabbing her skull, she squeaked in pain for a moment before slowly looking up at the ever-stretching darkness. "Pathfinder, you bastard."

She could feel his bind on her mind that prevented her from learning Nerva's secrets. Siblings the goddesses may have been, but the father wouldn't allow for a little bit of mingling.

"You dead fuck…" Shaking her head, Athenia returned her gaze to the looking mirror and continued to watch her chosen warriors closely.

Struggling severely from overexertion due to the mass teleportation, Will-O lay quiet in Liliyana's palm. Panting heavily through her lips with her eyes closed and her body running a fever, the fairy felt herself draining more and more with every passing second.

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"Keep breathing, okay? D-don't stop!" Holding back her tears, Liliyana kept healing the dainty fairy with her magic, even so, the exhaustion had seeped so deep she was struggling to keep Will-O alive in every moment.

Pouring more and more mana from her body to Will-O's Liliyana could feel herself shivering as the dread of mortal peril hung above her head. Heaving through dried and quivering lips, she kept staring at the burning fairy with her own flesh burning like a furnace as well.

"Let me help," kneeling beside her, help came from the most unexpected of people.

"W-what will you do?" Her eyes darting between Will-O and Asmodia, Liliyana wanted an answer before handing the fairy over.

However, wasting no time, the devil picked Will-O by her wings and enclosed her between her palms. Trying to snatch the fairy back, Liliyana stretched her hand forward, but phasing through the devil's body she was easily outsmarted by her.

"Go check on the others, they're still dazed from the spell and your lover isn't recovering any better either," glancing over to Amedith lying on one of the many benches. Asmodia nudged the fae to go and check on him as his usual healing abilities had failed to heal his body even a smidge.

Glancing between Amedith and Will-O, Liliyana didn't know what to do, but then hearing a grunt of pain by her lover, she clenched her fist and decided to check on him instead of just worrying.

"You better not do anything weird to her!" Walking away with that warning, Liliyana left Will-O in Asmodia's care.

The devil of seduction wasn't as versed in healing as she was in deception, yet her abilities were far superior to anyone present. By enclosing the fairy in her misty crimson hands, she allowed her ethereal body to temporarily attach to Will-O's body and act as mana fuel for natural healing.

Her technique was bound to take longer than healing through pure magic, but the prolonged procedure was far superior in terms of effect and efficiency.

In the meantime, Liliyana checked on Amedith who appeared to have some shattered ribs, but beyond that, his shield had blocked most of the impact from the rifle. The fae instantly tried to heal him too, but to her horror, her magic just wouldn't work on his body.

"Wh-what?!" She blurted out in shock.

"N-not working? UGHH!" Screaming through clenched teeth, Amedith wasn't as surprised as Liliyana as his own healing had failed him as well. "A-after effect, of that strange aura, I-I can feel it messing up my magic to–AHH!"

Golding his sides, he flailed around on the ground. Holding him tight, Liliyana kept him lying straight on his back so he wouldn't turn on the broken ribs and make things worse.

"Stay still, please!" Liliyana yelped, her heart gripped with fear.

Seeing Amedith in such pain, she felt like crying, but given the dire situation with the others still struggling to come to their senses completely, she knew she couldn't afford even a moment of weakness.

'Who the hell was that girl anyways?!' Looking around at the groaning faces of the rest of the party, Liliyana couldn't believe that a single spell from that demi-human was enough to incapacitate the entire party. Not only that, she blew a hole through the entire building with a single shot of her rifle and now Linkle was left alone to deal with the monster all on her own.

Turning her head towards Will-O, Liliyana couldn't help but wonder why the fairy didn't teleport the witch alongside them. At first, she questioned if Will-O felt it was for the best to leave the girl's target behind so she wouldn't chase them, but there was just no way her godmother would do such a selfish thing.

Unaware that the hell's army had a great interest in preserving the witch, Liliyana would've never learned that Linkle was already teleported away by the devils while Will-O teleported the rest of the party. But with a flash of blue light appearing in the church, her concern for the witch would soon be put to rest.