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Aunt Eila stepped out of the teleportation gate, clutching the divine pot that contained the captured criminals from the Royal prison.
As the light from the portal faded, she found herself facing a small gathering who had eagerly awaited her return. At the forefront stood Fatty Ben and beside him were Kent’s girlfriends… Amelia, Sophia, Lucy, Maya, and a few others, each with varying expressions of anxiety and hope.
At a slight distance, Madam Clark, along with the seven witches, and her loyal guardian Anjan standing firmly behind her.
Fatty Ben was the first to approach. “Madam Eila! How did it go? Did Master Kent finally agree to meet us?” He called out, his voice brimming with anticipation.
Aunt Eila sighed, her expression turning disappointed. “I’m afraid not, Ben, Kent feels that the time for a reunion hasn’t come yet. There are still difficult times ahead, and he wants all of you to be prepared. In fact, he sent a personal message for you.”
Ben’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity. “A message for me?”
Eila nodded, casting a serious look at him. “Kent instructed you to be ready with the Divine Dimensional Orb for an eventual journey to the Spirit World. When the time comes, you’ll need it to reach him there.”
“Understood, Madam Eila. I’ll keep the orb ready and make the necessary preparations.” Fatty Ben replied.
Immediately, Amelia, who led Kent’s group of girlfriends, took a step forward. Her face was laced with a mixture of longing and anxiety as she addressed Eila. “Madam, did Kent send any messages for us?”
Aunt Eila took a deep breath, feeling the burden of the message she was about to convey. “No, my dear. He’s walking a very risky path. His life is filled with challenges, and he doesn’t want to make any mistakes that could endanger you. It’s for this reason that he chose not to see you all at this time.”
Amelia’s face fell, and her companions, Sophia, Lucy, and Maya, exchanged looks of disappointment, but they held their composure, nodding solemnly.
The girls already mastered the magical techniques Kent gave them and reached the pinnacle of the Grand Master Magus stage.
Then, Fatty Ben broke the stillness. “Madam, I’d like to make a request. The sisters and I have decided to travel across the Nine Realms. My business is expanding, and I need to journey far and wide to manage it. The sisters wish to come along, eager to gather experience on the way. May we have your blessing for this trip?”
Aunt Eila turned her gaze toward Madam Clark, who stood at a distance, having heard the request.
With a graceful step, Madam Clark approached the group. She looked at Ben approvingly before speaking. “If that’s what you want, then allow me to ensure your safety.” She reached into her spirit ring and produced a bunch of gleaming talismans and treasures, each imbued with powerful protection spells.
She handed them to Ben. “There are few beings who can pose a threat to you now, Ben. But even so, caution is key. Keep these close, and use them wisely.”
Ben accepted the treasures with a grateful smile, bowing deeply. “Thank you, Madam. We’ll make sure to stay vigilant.”
Madam Clark’s gaze shifted to the other women, her face softening as she addressed them each in turn. “Be mindful on your journey, and remember what you’ve learned from Kent. The road ahead may be perilous, but I believe each of you has the strength and wisdom to face it.”
After a round of heartfelt farewells, Ben and the women took their leave, setting off with renewed resolve.
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When they were gone, Madam Clark turned back to Aunt Eila, her curiosity evident. “Now, tell me, sister, how did he seem? Did he ask for any support?” She inquired.
Aunt Eila smiled softly, her voice warm with affection. “He’s doing well, stronger than ever. He’s grown into a fine man, one any mother would be proud of. And he said…he hopes to repay your kindness, though he’s taken on responsibilities far beyond what we might have expected.” She held up the divine pot, and her tone grew serious. “And he entrusted me with this. Inside, it holds the prisoners from the Royal prison—including one very special individual.”
Curiosity flickered across Madam Clark’s face. “Who?”
Aunt Eila’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “Jamba Zi.”
Madam Clark’s face registered shock. Though she didn’t know Jamba Zi personally, she understood how much it meant to Tang Zi.
“Jamba Zi… alive?” she murmured, a rare smile breaking across her face. “This news will be a boon to Tang Zi, especially with his role in the coming war against the Quinn family.”
“Indeed, Let’s head to the Devil Mountain Forest, sister,” Aunt Eila agreed, nodding with a sense of purpose.
Before they departed, however, Aunt Eila made her way over to the seven witches, particularly the one who stood out with an icy stare and a regal poise—Mohini, the seventh witch.
Aunt Eila lowered her voice, addressing her directly. “Mohini, I must apologise. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I wasn’t able to uphold my end of the agreement. The Milky Bird you entrusted to me is still with Kent. He promised it its freedom, and I couldn’t bring myself to deny him that.”
Mohini’s eyes narrowed as she processed the words, and her serpent beast, Lambu, coiled at her feet, flicked its tongue out with a hissing snicker. The beast’s sarcasm earned it a swift slap on the head from Mohini, silencing it immediately.
“Madam Eila, it’s an honor to be of service to Kent. My Milky Bird couldn’t be in better hands. Let him keep it.” Mohini’s voice softened, carrying an uncharacteristic fondness as memories of her own secret guardian role over Kent surfaced.
Eila blinked, genuinely taken aback. She’d expected resistance, or at the very least a demand for some form of compensation. Even the other six witches exchanged surprised glances; they knew Mohini to be protective of her belongings, even fiercely possessive. For her to relinquish her treasured Milky Bird so willingly was really shocking.
Aunt Eila, touched by Mohini’s rare generosity, gave her a respectful nod. But sensing an opportunity, she gently pressed, “Mohini, you have my gratitude. But please, if there’s anything I can do to show my appreciation—”
Mohini hesitated, her icy demeanor faltering slightly. After a moment, she spoke in a weak tone. “If it’s not too much trouble, perhaps…” She paused, glancing away before meeting Eila’s gaze. “I’d be grateful if young master Kent might owe me a favor, to be used at a later time.”
Eila hesitated at first, but soon agreed to Mohini’s request. “Consider it done,” she promised. “I’ll make sure he knows of your wish.”
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