This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
“W-what?!” Amon stammered as Scylla grabbed him and demanded answers that he didn’t fully have. All he did know was he was innocent of this turn of events. “Why are you blaming me? I had nothing to do with this!”
Noah’s face twisted slightly in a look of distaste. “Do you actually mistake me for one of his abominations? Please!”
The cat-girl took a pose that could probably have rivaled one of Amon’s in terms of arrogance.
“I am Noah. The Grand Allagan Archmage… A little bit before your time, but you have probably heard of me. And if you have not, then I should scold your Archmagus trainers for doing you a disservice, Princess Scylla.”
Scylla turned to look at the Lalafell with an exasperated look, still holding onto Amon’s shirt. “Don’t tell me… You are Phlegethon?”
Mocho’s face was stricken with shock, mouth slightly open as he gaped at the three of them. He managed to squeak out, “Who?”
Noah sighed softly, walked over and patted the Lalafell on the head. “I’m afraid this is all new to Mocho, as well. I apologize… it’s Koh’s wish that we don’t advertise this shared experience to others unless it’s most needed.”
“I… don’t understand…” He whispered, eyes wide in the realization that he now dealt with three Allagans, instead of the one he’d been hired to spy on.
“It’s okay,” She told him gently, with a soft patience her kind was not known for. “I’ll tell you all about it when we have the time. Right now, we have higher priority items.”
Mocho closed his mouth with a forced expression, and mutely nodded. Still taken clearly off guard, he didn’t appear to be too comfortable with his current company.