Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 976  What A True War Was Really Like

A giggle reverberated at World's End as Lady Hecate watched Ethan’s dumbfounded expression through the magical projection displayed in front of her.

She had imagined countless scenarios as to how Ethan would discover the little surprise she had sneakily cooked up.

This was a carefully laid out plan in order to get back at him for the grudge she had held inside her heart since a few months ago.

While she was enjoying this moment of happiness, she sensed the presence of someone abruptly appearing a few meters behind her.

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood.”

Lady Hecate turned to look back at the handsome Incubus, who had come uninvited inside her domain.

“Is there a reason for me to not be happy, Ashmedai?” The smile on Lady Hecate’s face widened as she looked at the person whom she didn’t expect would give her a visit.

“Of course, this is a happy occasion.” Ashmedai nodded. “So, I hope that with this, your grudges against my boy are settled. Hmm?”

“Fine,” Lady Hecate replied. “All grudges end with this.”

“Good.”

“Hmph! You act like you didn’t like what I did. But you’re also happy with this outcome, right?”

A chuckle escaped Ashmedai’s lips as he summoned a chair, which he set beside the Progenitor of Magic.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” Ashmedai replied. “The bloodline of the Valentin Family is very thin. Balthazar is quite old, and although his sons are still in the prime of their lives, they spend all their time in the Lands of Saraqael.

“Fortunately, Ethan is a very capable lad. With him at the helm, I’m sure that in a few years, I’ll see many little ones playing around this little garden of ours.”

Lady Hecate smirked. “To call one of the Nine Realms a little garden. But I agree with you on this one.”

Ashmedai summoned two golden goblets before grabbing a bottle of wine out of nowhere, which he then uncorked without much effort.

He then poured wine into the two goblets and gave one of them to the Progenitor of Magic, who accepted it with a smile.

“Midgard, Alfheim, Asgard, Vanaheim, Niflheim, Muspelheim, Helheim, Svartalfheim, and Jotunheim,” Ashmedai said softly. “Odin is no longer with us, and the Einherjars of Valhalla have already breathed their last. The Asgardians are no more. Without them overseeing the nine realms, we have no choice but to fend for ourselves.”

“True.” Lady Hecate swirled the wine inside her goblet. “That Old Coot should have put more effort in the previous war. He left a mess behind and expected us to wipe his ass for him. Talk about being senile.”

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(A/N: Somewhere in Southshire, an Old Bandit sneezed.)

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“Well, what do you think of this upcoming war?” Ashmedai asked.

“What else?” Lady Hecate answered. “A kiddie fight, which us adults must watch from the side.”

The Progenitor of Magic then took a sip of the wine, relishing its taste.

“A kiddie fight?” Ashmedai smiled. “It fits this situation perfectly.”

“Well, as long as Balor doesn’t pop a vein, things will proceed just as planned.” Lady Hecate giggled.

Suddenly, a growling tone reverberated in the surroundings.

“And just who is this person you say would pop a vein?”

A four-meter tall Monster with a single eye materialized in front of Lady Hecate and Ashmedai.

“Speak of the devil.” Ashmedai chuckled. “Or rather, speak of the Fomorian Progenitor himself.”

“I seem to have a lot of uninvited guests today,” Lady Hecate sighed. “Is it too late for me to send invitations for a tea party?”

“Darling, we’re drinking wine,” Ashmedai commented. “So shouldn’t it be called a wine party?”

Lady Hecate sighed a second time before glancing behind her.

“Since you gatecrashers have already come, just come out already.” Lady Hecate said in an annoyed tone.

As if on cue, a crisp crack reached her ears as the space behind her shattered.

“Unlike others, I still have my manners,” a young man, with a mischievous look on his face, waltzed in.

Following behind him was a beautiful lady, who had a helpless look on her face. She then gave Hecate an apologetic bow, making the Progenitor of Magic’s expression soften a bit.

The newcomers were none other than the King and Queen of the Fairies.

Oberon and Titania.

The two Progenitors of the Fairy Race.

“Ashmedai, make sure to bring out the good stuff,” Oberon summoned a chair and a table as if he was about to have some kind of party with a group of friends. “I know you snuck into Olympus a month ago and managed to bribe some Ambrosia out of them. Come on, be a good friend and share it with us.”

Ashmedai wanted to roll his eyes. But in the end, he relented and pulled out a platter of food, which only the Gods could enjoy.

“How are the preparations on your end?” Ashmedai asked Titania after making sure that Oberon wouldn’t eat everything by himself.

“It’s really a mess up there,” Titania replied. “Noone likes the idea. However, they understand that it is a necessity. They will try to accommodate our plan. In order to ensure that things will go smoothly, I asked Balthazar to handle everything.”

“Good choice.” Ashmedai nodded. “As long as he handles it, everyone will grudgingly follow.”

“… You do realize that he’s your subordinate, right?” Titania looked at the Incubus with a fed up expression on her face.

“Of course, I know,” Ashmedai replied. “I allow him to do the dirty work, so I get to enjoy all the merits of his hard work. It’s a win-win for the two of us, right?”

The four other Progenitors looked at the Incubus in disdain.

They all felt sorry for the former Demon Lord, who had been recognized as the leader of the Defenders of Midgard in the Lands of Saraqael.

“I can’t wait for this war to start.” Ashmedai chuckled.

“Hahaha! Me, too!” Oberon laughed. “Even if they don’t want to fight a war, we will force them to fight one!”

The two Progenitors then laughed like two third-rate villains, making Balor, who was called Evil Incarnate, feel ashamed because Ashmedai and Oberon's skin was thicker than his.

Since this face off between the two sides was inevitable, the Progenitors had devised a plan to make everything more entertaining for everyone.

Unfortunately, their entertainment was a matter of life and death for those who were on the battlefield.

However, in order to make everyone understand the consequences of their actions, the Progenitors all reluctantly agreed to let the foolish mortals learn what a true war really was like.