While Vicente was absorbing his opportunities, a tiny metallic fly flew across the large space of the old fairy leader's estate, following the dwarf who had just passed Nan's grandfather's room.
The little fly was small, almost imperceptible. But it was swift. In an instant, it landed on the top of the dwarf's head, latching onto one of his hairs. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Heading back the way he had come, the old dwarf made sure no one was following him, gradually relaxing his manner as he made his way through the halls of the estate.
When he reached the rear exit of that building in one tree of the beautiful forest home to the Fairy Tribe, he spotted his fellow dwarves, where a newcomer was telling his stories.
"Still talking about how amazing that human is, Hervi?" asked the same voice that had promised death to the fairy leaders moments ago.
The little fly remained quiet, not moving as it watched through its many eyes the group of dwarves who lived in that tribe, on an estate where the heat of the forge was scorching, forcing many of those dwarves to go shirtless, exposing their muscular bodies.
The constant sound of crashing metal permeated the background, while dwarves working and shouting at each other also added to the array of sound information.
Hervi looked at the elder of his tribe and said respectfully, "Atdrel and Wekak were curious about my journey between Light Cay and Amae. I was just telling my companions about what happened."
"Don't idolize a human so much. He may be our ally now, but he's not one of us," recommended the 3-Star cultivation old man from the Grand Magus stage, passing Hervi and the others, soon to be joined by Atdrel while the man had a large mug of beer in his hand.
The entire tribe was celebrating Nan's return, the new weapons from Light Cay and also, to a lesser extent, Vicente's involvement in the alliance. The dwarves were drinking amongst themselves, but similar scenes could be seen throughout the core of the Fairy Tribe, with fairies, elves and other allied magical beings celebrating their new weapons and alliances.
"Hmm, let's get on with our plans. Start preparing the group. We'll leave this place as soon as I've confirmed the old man's downfall and poisoned the princess. We'll let the Fire Elementals bring ruin to the fairies!"
The clever little fly continued to keep an eye on the situation, secretly splitting into her own, letting one of her copies follow with the dwarf called Atdrel, while she herself continued alongside the dwarf 3-Star Grand Magus.
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Meanwhile, Vicente was finishing absorbing the opportunity Nan had given him, his cultivation challenging the end of the 2-Star level and the beginning of the 3-Star level.
His pentagrams had evolved a little more, but it still wasn't enough. Something more—a new pentagram—was missing for them to complete the qualitative progression requirement. But he was sure that more than half of his indigo pentagrams would evolve to the violet degree as soon as he had his two new 8th stage pentagrams!
One way or another, as he finished absorbing the Eighth Grade essences, Vicente got what he wanted, feeling his cultivation breaking through the barrier he had been facing for the last few minutes. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wider, already at the 3-Star level of the Grand Magus stage!
His mana grew substantially, with each of his senses developing to reach new heights. Meanwhile, his control over mana improved, making him look through his tent and the surrounding trees and see his next steps.
Even at a distance from the old elder and leader of the Fairy Tribe, Vicente needed only a snap of his fingers to make an indigo, almost violet, pentagram appear around Nan's grandfather's body.
'You've done enough. There are traitors in your tribe, old man. Vicente said in the man's mind, while the poison he had blocked earlier from entering the old man's blood was still in the serum bag, and the old man's body was tinged with color, quite red while purple sweat dripped from different parts of him, dirtying the clean sheets of his bed with something fetid.
The eyes of the 6-Star old man from the Grand Magus stage opened wide, narrowing promptly as hatred reflected in his clear eyes.
Vicente had shown him everything he had discovered and now Nan's grandfather was furious!
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